Worryworryworryworry
I’m bored.
So anyway, as you might have guessed from the title, I’m worried. As in not just stressed, but like LEGITIMATELY worried. You want a list of everything? No? Too bad, you get one.
- Workshop is tomorrow. (For those of you who don’t know, that’s the end of year dance performance thing, and you should seriously come see it. The info is on my Facebook.) And as exciting as that is-oh, wait. It’s not exciting because we are seriously not ready. Great!! And I’m always pretty nervous for dance performances, so this is like icing on the cake of my lack of mental stability. In other words, today and tomorrow are gonna be long. Especially tonight.
- Recital (other dance thing) is also coming up. And I’m not worried about that one being ready. I just am worried about how I’m going to feel when it’s over. Because it kind of sucks when you end up almost hating something you used to love, just for no good reason, you know?
- Camp. Ugh. Let’s ignore that.
- Lots of people. You have to understand that I worry about pretty much everyone. Like, if you are reading this I can virtually guarentee that I have worried about you at some point. Even if you think I don’t know you. Because I’m kind of like that. But now people are going and doing stuff that makes me worry EVEN MORE.
Well, wish me luck.
~Rach
PS This is what happens when I’m stuck at my mom’s office for hours at a time, multiple days in a row.
