Yeah, funny story, you know how people think that I'm good at writing? To be honest, I still really need to work on it (forexamplemyshortamountofblogs).
A lot of things have happened, but every single time I try to write about it, my words jump out the window with any idea what I was going to write about in the first place. I think once I stayed up at around midnight thinking of what to write but couldn't come up with anything happy or important to our black belt test. Luckily for you, I have successfully barricaded any exit for these words and super-glued the window.
SO: the day right before Phase Three testing (which I feel everyone did AWESOME on) my bestie/lemonade stand partner/partner-in-crime/inside joke sharer came at around midnight, and this would be my first time not picking her up from the airport.
So as disappointing as this was, I knew that I had to miss this "tradition" because my test was more important. And also for the fact that I knew that we would stay up all night chatting away like we haven't seen each other in a decade. Funny thing is, I woke up in the middle of the night (I think around 1AM or something) and immediately heard my grandpa's voice followed by my bestie's voice. And then fell back asleep because I was still tired.
She'll be staying here until the beginning of August, and we plan on doing a lot more for the community! (winkwink) It will be awesome!
(Who am I kidding, everythingisawesome)