Mako's Message: 585. Blech. There's no real excuse for this. The closest I can come to one is that I have so many idea's bouncing around in my head that it's hard to focus on just one. Because, really, I have so many things I want to write... and that's the other thing. The longer it takes me to get a chapter out the more pressure I put on myself to make it "worth it", which just makes it take even longer. So, I guess what I really need to do is hammer myself into that "chapter ever 2-3 days" schedule I've wanted to have for...a really goddamn long time.
Also, I need to write down the things I want to say in these things because I can never remember the important bits when it's finally time to write them down.
That said, hope this amuses you for...-looks at word count- the next thirty seconds.
Ya know, despite the fact that I never intend for anyone to read this, ever, I still write it as if someone will. I've always figured it seems pointless to do otherwise. I mean, what's the point in writing it down if nobody is going to read it?
It's this mysterious, potential reader that is causing me problems right now. Specifically, how do I handle "spoilers"? Do they even exist? I mean, everything I'm writing about has already happened, so anyone interested in me enough to read my diary probably already knows all this stuff. Well, some of it anyway. So, if I know a person well enough to allow them to read this, what about my past don't they know? Especially trivial shit like this?
And if I haven't allowed you to read this, your life is forfeit.
Anyway, the point of all this over thinking is whether there's any point in trying to keep any sense of suspense about the outcome of the competition.
I've decided that no, there isn't.
We won.
Well, that's not entirely accurate. I mean, we did win, but so did two other teams. There'll be another, smaller, competition in a couple month before the national competition. I honestly don't know why they do it like this. It's not going to cut down numbers or anything. It's just an excuse to have another competition. But whatever. The rest of the team is thrilled to be competing, so, woo and all that bullshit.
Of course, that's not to say that things were completely uneventful.
I was talking with Angela and Tashaya before breakfast when some bitch from another team went by us down the steps and "accidentally" bumped into me in a pathetically obvious attempt to knock me down the steps.
Might have worked on someone who wasn't as awesome as me. Nothing is going to make me take a spill down some steps as long as their trying to make it look like a fucking accident.
So, I kept an eye on her and when she went to the bathroom I went in after her, hid in a stall, and when she was leaving, came up behind her and smashed her head into the wall. She never saw me coming. Or going for that matter.
I held back a little since I wasn't try to kill her (bodies showing up at a cheer competition would just be complicated), but I'm pretty sure I gave her a concussion. She seemed pretty unsteady when she finally came out, and when I saw her with her team later they were debating whether or not they'd be able to compete.
There were other attempts made on me. Mostly people blatantly trying to trip me, or just bumping into me for no other apparent reason than to remind that they are bigger than me. I don't think any of it was trying to disable me, just bitches picking on me because I was obviously the youngest girl in the competition.
And then we showed them all what chumps they were by being ten times more awesome than any of those ditzy bitches.
Oh, speaking of bitches. I ended up letting the girls out of the closet a lot earlier than I was planning to.
They kept banging on the door and yelling and shit and the girls in the next room came over wanting to know what the hell was going on.
It really was their own fault though. They should have known better.
