Snipe Jerking

I went to Gymnastics in the morning. According to Coach Shawn, I'm actually doing the back handspring on my own already when fastened to the belt attached to ropes. He claims that he no longer has to pull the rope to support me in mid air. Oh, and I can apparently still hold my body off of the ground with my elbows tucked into my abs.

I can't believe none of my local homies were watching Wrestlemania. I saw Mauricio at the mall. He was meeting up with his mom because it was her Birthday. We were actually right in front of Brookstone, so I looked inside. Faith had her hair in braided pigtails, but her horribly cut bangs were showing, decreasing her jackoffability.

Georgia was working at Hot Topic. Yay. But then when I stepped onto the escalators to go downstairs, my stalker spotted me as she was at the bottom of the escalators stepping on to go upstairs. Boo. She shot me that look, accusing me of being in the mall everyday. I rolled my eyes as the escalators forced us to pass by each other.

Mommy and I ate dinner at Outback. The hostess, who looks like that pornstar whose name I can't remember right now, was working. I have her, as well as her high pitched laugh, in my database. While mommy was in the restroom, the hostess passed by me and I reached down under the table for what I'll coin as snipe jerking (an alternative to what I've already coined as drive-by jerking, since I was stationary in this situation).