First things first...

First things first, I'd like to apologize profusely for not posting in recent times. I really should have made time to jot down at least a little something for you. I will be trying to get back into the habit of posting regularly. I say that a lot, don't I? My bad... In any case, let me fill you in on what's new in my life. I spent the weekend in Iowa. It was mandatory that I go back because I had a cheerleading camp that I had to attend. My health limitations frustrated me a bit when it came to this camp, but I pulled through. I was on the brink of quitting completely, before being lectured by my cheerleading coach. Oh, I suppose I ought to let you all know that I made all-star cheerleading. It's supposed to be some big deal, I guess. I wasn't really to excited about it, but everyone else seemed to be, so wahoo! Haha. It will look good on a college application, and that's what matters. I'm not exactly the preppy cheerleader-type. I tend to be a little bit ashamed that I am in cheerleading, but I enjoy the social side of it all, and yelling just seems to work for me. *smiles* Other than cheerleading camp, I spent the weekend socializing with my friends and family, as usual. It was enjoyable and no major crisises occurred. As a matter of fact, with the exception of a bit of pouting, no fighting even commenced. Haha, scratch that. I'd forgotten about youth. Our church youth group had hoped to call ourselves Church Punx. The term punk was trampled down quickly, and our hopes were soon crushed accordingly. The topic did seem to raise some tensity, but I did my best to keep the spirits high and everyone as content as possible. Sometimes things don't work out the way we think they should. I suppose this is a result of us not always being right... *grins* My mood has been perky lately; a sort of hyperactive cluelessness. I've been nearly ditzy and very elated at all times. I keep saying that I'm much too happy to be intelligent. Just the same, I believe happiness to be a more important characteristic anyway. The ride down to Branson was fabulous. I'm not quite sure how to describe why it was fabulous, but I truly enjoyed it. We arrived here early this morning, around three thirty. It was a long drive through storms, and I'm sure it was of no assistance that the hours were so late (or early, depending on how you look at it). I woke up this morning at around nine o' clock. My morning was filled with a nearly tense nothingness. We ran some errands and I said my goodbyes around four. I had physical therapy and decompression today, and that all went surprisingly well. I am improving so promptly. It's fabulous. I really think that I'll be returning home for good in the near future. I'll be here in Branson for the next four days. We'll be headed back up to Iowa sometime Friday. I'll get to stay home for a week this time. Sometimes I wonder if my going home is good or if it is just a tease, haha. Either way, I'm okay with it. It's rather strange readjusting to life here. It's almost as if I lead two separate lives. I'm doing the best I can to remember that that is not the case, but it's hard sometimes. I guess I'll figure it out eventually, or maybe I won't have to. :D Alright, well... I don't have time to post more on my story. I do have an idea as to where the story is going, however. I think I will probably publish what I have so far on my website. This way, anyone who'd like to read it without the inconvenience of having to go through and read my posts backwards can do so. Well, that's all I have to say at the moment. I may post again late tonight, but I'm definitely not making any promises. I've declared it nearly impossible for someone such as myself to stay dedicated to something as unnecessary as this. Either way, I will try. God bless you all. Love, peace, and all that jazz!