Weeeeellll... You know those times when you do so much, but can't remember what it was, and why it took up so much of your time? Yeah. I'm having a couple days like that. Friday, I had a riding lesson- did okay, BJ was good, Cynthia is recommending me to a farm right down near URI where she also works- YAYAYAYAYA!!! Can I jsut say, and I know this makes me sound incredibly vain (Let's face it, I am! hehe j/k), that I was sooo pleased when she told me I was good enough rider that she would see if the owner would let me ride her horses instead of the one school horse? YAY!

Saturday, I went on a charter (I am currently belting out Mississippi Girl by Faith Hill... YAY!!!!!)that got cancelled at 12, because everyone was sick and getting the crap beat out of them. It was such an icky day- but then I went to Carly's mom's bday party and had fun, did my barn work at Pilot Point, and found out that today's was cancelled due to "Hazardous seas" hahah I laugh in the face of stormy weather!!! Then I went clubbing with MP and Andrea, and had a ton of fun jsut shaking my non-existent arse out on the dance floor. LMAO and by no0jnexistent, I mean... Without running every day, it looks like I don't have one. Geez... One more reason to keep running, I suppose. Though why having a big arse is so important, I will never fathom. I'm honestly not that worried, because it's dumb. I've decided that fashion is retarded- have known it for years, note the fact that all my clothes are the way -I- want them, not exactly per fashonable. though generally they can pass it off. Anyway...

Clubbing was fun! we all danced up on this box in the front of the dance floor, and I laughed my buitt off because I am such a dancing-retarded white girl... hah In a gay club. hahah So much fun!

Me and Andrea have decided that watching boys make out is equally something that you want to watch and turn away from- probably because watching people kiss is considered ride. If I had it my way, I'd watch it all the time- soooo sexy. hehe And then play along? heh

So... I was up 22 hours, with constant frenetic energy the whole day. I'm proud of myself. Weeeee!!!! And then I was up at 8:30 to go running with MP at 9. OOooooooh man. I am sick. And now it's shower time, then to go over to Andrea's for ab stuff... OMG, I'm oging to die. eee...