Another Late Night

It's about half an hour past midnight and I'm listening to my Mom vacuum the living room while Dad looks at the weather or whatever he's doing on the internet. Yup, we're crazy night owls and thats all there is to it!
I went to the Mohey Tawa(drill team) Review tonight. It was amazing, all my friends are such talented dancers and I love watching them. Although its extremely heartbreaking to be sitting there watching them have fun while they dance when I should be out there with them. Just like I knew I would at the end, I cried. I felt so pathetic crying at a drill team review that wasn't mine. I helped my best friend Pam take home her dress(that her Dad escorted her in)home and helped clean up afterwards. Kary came to pick me up at her house and once I got in the car I started to cry again. He asked what was wrong but I think he already knew. I told him how hard it was for me to watch what should be me dancing. He comforted me and I finally stopped crying. We decided to go to a 9:35 movie with Zach and Lindsey. When they got in the car Zach asked, "how was your review thingy?" All I did was give him the thumbs up and he says "too bad ya weren't out there dancing huh?" I didn't respond and Kary told him to back off because I was sensitive about it. I started bawling once again but held back as much as I could to not let those 2 see me. I'm such an emotional wreck sometimes! I finally stopped as we pulled up at the movie theater.
We saw the movie "Ghostrider." I wasn't too enthused about seeing it but I went along anyways. It was really cool but it had a lot of evil in it which I hated. I don't recommend it. The thing I liked most was Nicolas Cage, he is an awesome actor. But the movie just wasn't very happy. Lets hope I don't have nightmares!
Hey Christi, remember my bear Quincy? I'm sure you do, I took her everywhere. Well she's sittin right next to me as always. In her cute spring outfit. Surprised? Probably not. I'm such a little girl still, my friend Chelsea thinks its pathetic. She's gotten into the hard rocker style. I love pink and she loves black. We're opposite in so many things but yet still best friends. Anyways back to Quincy. hehe. I remember when I got her and I put the stuffing inside of her I said I'd never let her get pushed under my bed then given away like Jessie the cowgirl on "Toy Story." Well it has been almost 6 years and she's still up on my bed everyday with a different outfit. She has feelings to ya know! Just kidding, but I love my bear Quincy Albert Edgar Joe... thats what my ward named her when I took her to youth conference. Anyways getting off the subject again. She has been there for me through all the tears and heartache. Build-A-Bear Workshop, where best friends are made. They aint lyin! Ok so now I'm going a little crazy, sorry. I guess its gettin late hehe. Goodnight I love you all :)