Got Ribbons In My Hair.....Again.

Another useful piece of information about yours truly is that I was once....dare I say it...I suppose I shall...a cheereleader. Cue scary music, gasps, and a circa 1920s scream.

I know. I know.

But, at age eight it was all I had ever wanted to do. So, I became a cheerleader and cheered for the football team throughout elementary and middle school. And at age 13 and grade eight I realized that I could no longer remain sane and cheer at the same time. I turned in my pom-poms and went into high school with little to no status and a budding tennis career. And why, because the girls had gone from innocent little girls with pretty ribbons in their hair to evil man-eating pre-teens with pretty ribbons in their hair.

However, this year I gave up tennis when I realized that my "budding career" was going nowhere and that I didn't really like tennis that much. I had always wanted to go back to my elementary team and coach. Most of this is because I have a secret agenda to help those like me and ultimately get justice against the "mean girls" of this cruel world. So, I am now the "manager" (aka the high-school girl who's helping out) of *insert elementary school name* Varsity Cheer Squad. Girls ages 9-11. Which is perfect. They are currently in their pre-formative to formative years and tend to be very impressionable, so I plan to use my powers for good and perhaps implant knowledge and wisdom in their heads.

That being said I am currently unsure of how this will affect me. Once I start putting those perfectly tied ribbons in my hear again will I revert into cheerleader mode? Will I constantly stand in a power pose position? Will I only be able to count to eight? Will I start quoting the plethora of Bring It On movies?

We can only wait and see. I am sure we will all know soon enough. Stay tuned for updates on my counting skills. And may God have mercy on my soul....especially if I drop the Spirit Stick.

Good Girl With Bad Habits

Hello. As this is my first post, I suppose I ought to give you all some background information on me.  

First off, the picture below doesn't accurately describe me. I'm not exactly the kind of girl that is shown taking off her underwear in such a sultry manner. In fact, let me point out that this lovely lady is wearing a pair of fabulous heels. And while I have perfected running in heels, I have in no way mastered taking off any type of clothing without first taking off my shoes. 

However, the tag line 'Good Girl With Bad Habits' does in fact describe me accurately. Again, not in the manner that the image depicts but generally speaking. 

Also, apologies for being so diplomatic. My whole life I've been accused of being a.....harlot....shall we say. Which wasn't my fault. The truth is I developed earlier than my friends in middle school and hadn't gone out to replace my wardrobe. Everything ended up appearing a little bit tighter and a little more low-cut. Anyway, the general conversation that surrounded me changed to talk of my inevitable burning in Hell for being "unholy" and Satan's whore. Thus, I barely survived didn't really enjoy my middle school years. And truth be told it still haunts me in my sleep. Thank God those years are far behind me. And by far, I mean four years.

Back to the picture! In summary, I am a good girl with a few bad habits. I make mistakes and tend to keep making them. And although I am branded by a select few as a closet slut, I will have you know that I am neither parts of that equation. I've never been a slut and thanks to my new found blog I am no longer in hiding. 

So, this is a blog about a dreamer with a serious case of wanderlust and a dangerous love for poets. This is a blog about a good girl with bad habits. And in all honesty, this is a blog about me trying to make it through my senior year of high school.