Everyone is saying that my life is like those funny cheesy romantic comedies where the jock dates a cheerleader. Cara and Stehpanie say it and in a way, I hate to say it, but it's kinda true. The super sporty jock, Jeremy, going out with the new cheerleader, me. Yeah I know, Im emo, how the hell could I be a cheerleader? Here's two reasons: I wanted to join at the beginning this year and it's not that bad, we're not preps. We just weird and creepy. 2. I kinda wanna prove, yeah,  you don't have to be a prep to be a cheerleader. Not all cheerleaders are preps.

Apart from this, I've had a good time away from the blog writing. But it's back to it and Im good.