Birthday Bash( ing my head in)

As you know, I'm turning 16 in about a week.
Whoa. That's really close. Super close. And we have no set plans. 


Well, I do know that my Dad, one of my friends, and I will happily be going to Carowinds. Yay! We get to ride lung-crushing roller coasters, do crazy loopty-loops fifty feet up in the air, we get to scream till our throats are numb! Oh, wait. We don't know when though. Why? Because, my Dad is a truck driver and his dispatchers can't give him a set day he'll be here. Do you know how hard it is to invite someone to do something when you don't even have the date? Pretty dang hard.

You know what makes that even worse? My Dad's truck has been broken down for about two weeks and is just NOW being fixed. How screwy is that? But, if timing is right, he'll be here by the beginning of next week, or July 5th, the day before my birthday.

That's not the only problem. I have a job. I have to ask for days off next week. Tell me, how are you suppose to ask what days you want off when you don't know which days you need?

>insert head bashing<

So, to put it simply, I'm a little frustrated at the moment. I pray that everything will work out (I mean full on,  hands and knees, pleading praying) and I'll have a great birthday. I mean, it is my sweet sixteen. It should be fun, no matter what, right?

Tell about your sweet sixteen if you've already had one or you're planning  an upcoming one.
I'm still kind of mystified. I'm turning sixteen. I remember when my brother Sam, who is now almost 20 (!!!!), turned 16. I can see the picture of him beaming over his cheesecake with the number-candles, reading '16', shoved in it, in my head right now. His hair was short, he was wearing a white tee-shirt, I think, and he had just gotten back from drivers ed.  Seriously, all he asked for was a cheesecake. I stepped it up a bit. I asked for a cheesecake AND Carowinds. (Don't worry, we get a discount thanks to AAA. Awesome peeps.)

Ah, memories.
Let's hope my 16th is all good memories, no bad ones. :]

Happy Birthday to everyone turning 16 this year!

I'm Alive!

Wow.
I have been a terrible, terrible blogger, haven't I?
To tell you the truth...,it's because I've been too lazy to make a blog post (Well, my computer was messing up but I was mainly just too lazy.) My recital was Sunday and even then I didn't make a blog post. I guess I should make one then, shouldn't I?

(I've been slow on my photography lately too, so no pictures on this post.)

Now, my recital.
My recital was good. Nothing amazing, nothing terrible. It was just a long, fun experience I had six dances this year, which is double last years. Two were hip hop, two more were jazz, one was ballet and (deep breath) one was a solo. Yes, 'fraidy cat, Lia Day, actually got up on a stage and danced by herself. 


I even danced when the song kept on going and I finished the choreographed routine to the song. I didn't freak out, surprisingly. Actually, everything went fuzzy and I don't even know what I did. I guess I just danced (insert Lady Gaga song..."just dance, dance, everything is gonna be okay, ..."). It wasn't till today that I saw what I did in that seemingly long, but actually short, period of time. It didn't look great, but at least I didn't sit there and freak out, right?

I did freak out when I arrived at the high school where our recital is held and found out I not only left my 'crazy' socks for hip hop, but my hip hop bottoms, which are very important. I highly doubt anyone would like to see me in only my tights. 0.0 Freaky thought right there. Luckily, my mom (even though she was ticked. I LOVE YOU MOMMY!) drove back, tore through my stuff, and retrieved them for me. She was able to do all this before my first dance. She's got super mommy skills.

Other than that there we no other 'mishaps'.There where, however, other crappy things--like our ballet costumes. I have three words for you: Barbie Fairy Princess.
I felt like I should be in some Barbie movie! Not only were we dressed in sparkley, pink, itchy costumes, we had crowns and frilly little chokers (that equally itched). Let's just say every girl in that dance couldn't wait to get the dance done and over with. It was beyond itchy, just so you know. It even caused one girl to get a small rash.

I won't bore you with many details, so I'll stop there. I gave you the good, juicy stuff (if you can call it that.).

So, my recital was itchy, good and very, very long (around five hours. Thank you, everyone who came.) My brother Aaron basically drew a comic book in that time. I wish I had gotten to read it...


Now that I have bored you with recital stories I'll move on to my HUGE dilemma. It's big. I mean BIG. It's life changing almost. What's the problem?

I. Don't. Know. What. To. Do. For. My. Sixteenth. Birthday.

Okay, it's not huge really, but I just realized my birthday isn't too far away. In fact, it's almost a month away. And...it's my sixteenth. It's the big 1-6. Am I not suppose to do something awesome? Well, I have no clue what to do. I'm just sitting here freaking out.

I'm almost sixteen. I'm heading into the 11th grade. College is getting oh-so close.
I'M GETTING OLDER.

I know, I know, profound discovery but...I feel like I should still be seven, you know? Because seven is the best age. I miss it. But I won't live in the past! No, I'll look forward to the future! Eek, the future looks a little scary. Why? BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!

Remember? I told you I'm a very, very nosy person. Well, it kills me not knowing, but I almost don't want to know. You get what I mean? Yeah, I'm confusing myself. I should probably stop this rambling now.

If you have any 16th B-Day ideas for me send me a message ( mythoughtsinone@gmail.com) or leave a comment! I'll back into the blog swing, I promise. I have a nice long to-do list and it's bugging the crap out of me. I'm trying to get the writing part of it done now. Let's hope it works!

Much Love,