Gymnastics!

Finally, I started gymnastics today! The coach, named Shawn, is the oldest flexible guy I've ever seen. He's helping me to do back handsprings. There's a possible (but I'm not sure of the age) cougar there. I didn't start paying attention to her until she did some push-ups that revealed her body to look good. Nice, long brown hair too. She's in my database.

There's a traceur named Jason. He's been doing Parkour for six months. His advice to me: Try to squeeze my ankles together when doing handstands.

There's this white chick named Azlynn who got my number because she's interested in the Capoeira classes I'm taking. I should probably resume training by next month.

At the mall, my stalker was working at Hot Topic so I tried to avoid eye contact as I walked by. But I just had to peak to make sure I got away with it ... and there she was shaking her head at me, pantomiming that she was clowning my Taylor Swift shirt.

My mommy and I ate dinner at the Octopus.