I'm so indecisive.

It's funny how I'm making such a big deal out of something so small, but I'm really wrestling myself on a certain decision. I'm seriously considering quitting cheerleading. It's not really that big of a deal to me, but I admit, I like it. The only reason for my quitting would be my health. My chiropractor said that he believes it would be better if I quit, but I am allowed to try. I think I'll talk to my coach about it, and if she says I should quit, I'm done... until wrestling season rolls around, anyway.

Today is Josh's birthday, so happy birthday to you if you read this. He's seventeen now. They grow up so gosh-dern fast anymore... *tear* Haha. I went over to his house this evening and had a pretty good time. His house works a lot differently than mine does, but I think it's kind of growing on me. Oh, and I'm finally getting the hang of five point pitch. Woohoo.

Melcher's school starts tomorrow. Thankfully, I won't start school until Monday. I'm not all that pumped about school, but I am motivated to keep caught up. My mom has said that I can't get a job until I've shown that I can keep up with my studies for a semester. Seeing as a job is something I'd really like to have, I'm going to do my best. I'm excited about American History; now there's something I'm passionate about. :)

I'll be going to the cardiologist tomorrow. My appointment is at one o' clock. It will be interesting to see where the doctor says I ought to go from here. I'm praying that they're just going to keep me on this medication and the pains will continue to fade away. That would be ultimate.

I don't have a whole lot of time left to post, since my dad is anxious to indulge in his newest hobby; drooling over ebay products. I suppose I'll probably just retire into my room, where I will change into pajamas and tidy my room up a bit. After that, I'll probably read a book or watch a movie. That's about all I have to say.

Oh my. This post is very boring and informational. I don't much care for boring posts such as these, so I will end in an ode. I haven't created an ode for quite sometime, so this should be fun.

Ode to Striped Pants

Today I wore my striped pants.
I put them on and want to dance.
They're rather strange, I must admit.
And thoughts of zebras they emit.
Though the black has faded gray.
Upon my legs, these pants will stay.
I dig these pants: They're super-cool.
And if you don't like them, you're a fool!

Well, that was lame.
God bless you.
Ciao.