Well, today was our second and final cheerleading lesson... ...Jacqui freaked out and didnt want to be a flyer anymore... so she was replaced by me... o.0 And Serica and I discided that we should start up an uber-moody cheerleader club... for all moody cheerleaders who feel like kicking the instructors non-existant arse... Speaking of non-existant trainer arse... it was pretty much non-existant trainer, that chick obviously has an eating disorder... she's a fucking stick... and not a toned stick... a skin and bones stick who looked like she was about to die. And on another note... a little piece of wisdom that I gained today: When you have food allergies and a friend has unidentifyable food, do not offer to be the guinea pig... really.