Ok... it just needs to stop...

Day 4 of hell week...

I can't seem to get out of this funk. It all started on Sunday with the house hunting, and the news that my Aunt Sherry might lose her foot because of cellulitis... The rest I've already blogged about, need I remind you of the cat pooping on my carpet?

Yes... so, I tried to start today out on the right foot, I had lots of energy at first... but by the end of aerobics, I was pooped. There seems to be a theme for the week I'm having... It's nothing really concrete, but my mental state has been different this week, I'm more tired, easily irritated, there is this muscle in my arm that won't stop twitching... I can't get my back handsprings to land right... and this is where my day took a turn for the worse.

So I start out first on the trampoline, and I just go for it, I jump back and land on my freakin head. Ok, I think to myself, first try, you were just a little out of practice, second backhandspring will be perfect! So I go for number 2... nope, worse... I land on my face this time and it hurts a little... so coach puts me in the belt of shame. For those of you who don't know what the belt of shame is, I'll explain it to you. It's kinda like a pully system that spots you so the coach doesn't have to. It's a belt (very thick and sturdy belt) attached to ropes on both sides, which lead to a pully system of ropes, which the spotter holds and maneuvers so you can't land on your head and kill yourself.

So I strap myself in, and I am going strong... I have my back handsprings down again, it's going better, and I think... ok, this day is not so bad. WRONG... 3 handsprings before I was finished, it all went wrong...

I get in position, crouch down and launch myself backwards, but as I do, the belt pushes my stomach in and out pops a FART. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO........... my heart sinks as I finish the backhandsprings, unable to look my spotter in the face, nor the croud of people waiting to use the trampoline. Maybe no one heard it? It wasn't that loud, it was more of a squeak than anything else... but... let me tell you, as soon as I got off that trampoline, I hit the ground, grabbed my backpack and left class early.

Anyway, at least I got the chance to go visit my aunt sherry in the hospital. She is doing much better and will go home tomorrow. I had fun with my aunts, Didi was there too. We laughed and talked about funny stuff. It was nice for me. And then I talked to my brother tonight and we had some good laughs about my trampoline fart, and I think tomorrow will be much better, because tonight I found out I don't have to take micro/cellular biology which means I got to drop it, and I am feeling awesome about that. LOVIN IT!!! Anyways, peace out yall, I'm tired.

Blog Out (that was for Sam)