Today as we were stretching before lifting in track, Ally looked over at me attempting to do the splits and started laughing. "Come on, I can't look that ridiculous. What are you laughing at?". An evil, almost demonic look appeared on her face before she started laughing again and then she said, "You're legs are so white that they almost match your white socks." I looked down at my ankles and calves, sure enough, she was right. "I just can't win. When I wear white socks my skin matches, and when I wear black socks the contrast is almost blinding." She laughed again and said, "Maybe you should tan. Then I wouldn't have to be blinded by your dangerously white legs." At this point I was starting to get just the slightest bit irritated and replied with a snappy "I do tan, it's called softball practices and helping on the farm all through the summer. If I went actual tanning, my dermatologist would have a heart attack." She thought this was even more funny and continued to laugh at me. Up on the stage, which was right next to where we were at, Britton had overheard this entire conversation and quickly inputted that he did not appreciate my blindingly white legs either. Some people, I swear.
Today was the first day of the week long dance team audition/try-out process! I am really excited, although, the chances of me actually making the team are slim to none. Which will be pleasing to some people... cough... Celie and Byron... cough... who claim to disown me if I make it on to dance team. Personally, I would be delighted if I made it. After quitting jazz dancing, tap dancing, and ballet dancing in third grade, I am ready to get back into it. We'll just see what happens!
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