Last night I received a phone call from a not so nice ex [for those who know me and my life, it's the cheater]. Anyway, I hadn't spoken to him in over a year and he calls out of the blue, no doubt calling for something in particular. Long story short, I am left to be feeling like I have done something utterly wrong even though logics and rationality are both telling me that I am in fact in the right. So to remove the temptation of having a go at him, I have since removed him from all accounts as well as deleted his number. Good move on my behalf, I think. Also, epic win to Helen [Lyns' Mum] for being home to allow me to vent and make me see that in fact I am in the right and I hadn't done anything wrong. =]
On the upside, I am going through a short phase of thoroughly enjoying cheerleading again. Bring It On seems to always put me in the mood for bad 90's pop and dance music, and the feeling/desire to want to wear lycra blend skirts has never been so great. With pom pom's and uniform to match, such as this, who can resist the temptation to dream about 'bringing it'? As with the movie I watched last night, the somewhat alternative guy gets the Hollyood girl, mind you I still end up with a smile on my face as they kiss at the end. Besides, who could ever forget the credit bit where the Clover's and the Toro's come together to do a rendition of 'Hey Mickey.' Can I get a, I said brr... It's cold in here, there must be some Toros in the at-mos-phere!
On the upside, I am going through a short phase of thoroughly enjoying cheerleading again. Bring It On seems to always put me in the mood for bad 90's pop and dance music, and the feeling/desire to want to wear lycra blend skirts has never been so great. With pom pom's and uniform to match, such as this, who can resist the temptation to dream about 'bringing it'? As with the movie I watched last night, the somewhat alternative guy gets the Hollyood girl, mind you I still end up with a smile on my face as they kiss at the end. Besides, who could ever forget the credit bit where the Clover's and the Toro's come together to do a rendition of 'Hey Mickey.' Can I get a, I said brr... It's cold in here, there must be some Toros in the at-mos-phere!
Who could forget the spirit fingers?
The sequel Bring It On Again follows a slightly [well, entirely] different story line than the first of the trio. Freshman gets into squad, leader is a bitch, freshman leaves squad and starts own with university outcasts. The costumes [to me] don't seem as awesome, but it seems there's still a whole lot of pep! The underdogs come to win, and the freshman even gets the guy. How bomb-diggity?! If you learn anything from this film, it's to don't be all up in my Kool-Aid.
Kool-Aid, ghetto style.
Kool-Aid, ghetto style.
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