Sorry, took me awhile to update this. We got reminded the other day that we only have 9 days left… Obviously we ain’t got 9 days anymore… Panic much?! I need my costume, need my song, need my choreography. Can I say I’m facing some sort of panic attack here?
Anyhow, now that we’ve gotten half of the routine done, it feels so good. At least, there’s some kind of progression though sometimes we come up with the craziest ideas. But the thing is, notice how fit group always faces challenge? 1 girl pulled out, replaced by another girl – another girl pulled out, replaced by another girl – one girl had to go to the hospital for appendices, yada yada yada. Seemed like us “fitters” are quite some sad people… as if we’re cursed or something. =( But I truly hope everything goes well though for everyone. Hopefully we’ll get to break that bad luck charm on that day.
Please, please, please have them spin poles up. Much appreciated, really. Okay, I’m off to bed again.
