Day 78; March 29th, 2011: I worked hard.

For fifteen years and countless seasons. I worked my butt off. Classes Monday, Wednesday and Thursday for years. More money than even a calculator can add up. All for a passion, a dream, and the feeling that there's something in the world that I can do that not everyone can. I know that sounds horrible: like there had to be one thing that I could do that I knew I could do better than some other people, but its not that at all. Its just a feeling of success but still know there's competition. I know there's so many people better than me, this competition just causes me to work so much harder because I know there's only one way for me to keep up with them... to get better at what I love. So I

practice, and I work hard. I work my butt off. I go through ice packs and heat pads like they were going out of season. I have sprained my ankles and wrist countless times, I've pulled and torn almost every muscle in my body. I've had to become the perfect picture for countless shows and performances. I've had to learn how to loosen up and how to suck everything in. What do I have to show for this? Flexibility, strength and talent. I can make my back flat like a table, I can stand on the balls of my feet and barely shake. Its a passion, its my life... its where I get my strength and let out all my frustrations. No matter what I will always be a DANCER, and DANCE will always be my passion.

I don't usually like blonde jokes but I like this one... though its morbid:

A brunette is jumping over the railroad tracks and is chanting 22 over & over again. A Blonde comes by thinks its fun and copies her. A train comes so the brunette jumps away at the last second. The blonde doesn't. The brunette starts again and chants 23