last night at dance i landed wrong on my right foot. it's now swollen and purple and hurts like hell. Alli got food poisoning so I'm substituting some of her classes tonight. I dont know how I'm supposed to dance like this.
i had a dream last night that i was 17 years old and signed to decaydance and on tour with fall out boy and ashlee simpson. i was sitting backstage at some venue and ashlee walked in and was like, "amelia m***e...i really need to talk to you about something..." so i was like "sure why not..." then she pulled out some paper and said, "your DNA test came back...its positive." so then pete came up and was like "wait what did you say?" and she said something else but i didnt hear it. so i went on stage and played a few songs then i went into some room and i was sitting on patricks lap [wtf?] and i looked up and pete was there looking at the paper and crying. then he looked up at me and was like "why didnt i see it?" then i found a picture of my old house on forest avenue and pete was like, "so it was you..." then pulled up his sleeve and there was a tattoo of Team Ninja on his arm really small. needless to say, i woke up crying.
[last name blocked so creepy stalkers will leave me alone.]
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