There's Always A Next Time

Well ... Everyones been asking when I'm gonna write another blog. Sorry I've been slackin. I've been wasting my time on cheerleading... And yes, I said WASTING MY TIME. I tried out for my high school cheerleading team, and completely failed. Cheerleading has always kinda been my life. I'm not perfect, but I always work hard. My toe touches could use work, and I'm a really slow learner. But one thing is for sure... I'm a damn good cheerleader. I messed up at tryouts... Ok... I messed up really really bad. Lol And the whole time everyone was so encouraging and positive I was gonna make it. And everyone told me how good I was and helped me when I needed it... But it was one of those things where you can't start over. One slip and your whole performance is ruined. What was my slip you ask? My slip was not believing in myself. I looked to the right of me while performing my cheer to see if I was doing the right moves and my whole memory went BLANK. I knew every step like the back of my hand. I knew every word and beat like I LIVED it. But guess what... I didn't believe I could do it. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror and FEEL confident. I kept putting myself down and being completely silly. But ya know what... Someone simply looked me in the eyes , smiled and said "You'll always be MY cheerleader... It was a learning experience." and he was right. It WAS a learning experience. Let's face reality. Your not always gonna succeed. Your not always gonna win. Your not always gonna be the best and be everything you plan on being. Your gonna fail. Your gonna scrape your knees and sweat. Your gonna try for no reason at all. Your gonna feel unappreciated like no one ever notices how perfect you are. Your gonna get hit in the face with problems that you shouldn't even have to deal with. But guess what...? Your gonna survive. Your gonna stand back on your feet and eventually find a reason to smile. Don't worry about me... I know what I'm good at. And I know that I messed up. I didn't trust myself... And I didn't believe that I could do it. I was scared. I'm a cheerleader though. I'm 5'3, and 105 pounds with a smile that will give you goosebumps. I'm loud and outspoken with hair smooth as silk. And I hold pom poms. I know exactly how to use them, and yell to encourage my team. I have medals from being MVP, and certificates for being the best. This didn't prove anything. This made me smarter. This made me stronger. Here's some advice for you though: Never loose confidence. Stay focused and do what you do. Ok? Don't sike yourself out. BELIEVE in yourself. It doesn't even matter if ypu suck at what you love. As long as you love it keep doing it. It sucks that I couldn't have learned sooner... But Better late than never, right? I'll take this lesson and carry it in my pocket. There's always a next time.

WARM WEATHER , Oh Sweet Warm Weather !

WARM WEATHER, Oh sweet WARM WEATHER. I've missed you so much. Summer is my LIFE. Shorts and tanning, and parties and fun! It makes my skin tingle! Last summer I was such a troubled child. Haha! I was out all night, and never told my mom a THING. I tried things that I liked... and I tried some things that I DIDN'T like. I was with people who knew how to have fun, and bestfriends who had no limits. Yah... I almost got kidnapped a couple times, and yah... I had no idea what I was getting myself into half the time, but that wasn't the point... The point was that I was having fun and that's all that mattered. In the summer you don't have to think. You just do what comes to mind. You make stupid mistakes and wake up the next morning not even remembering them. In the summer you can't have fun and be smart at the same time... It just doesn't work like that. I think that's the best part. It's fun to be sneaky. It's fun to do things that you wouldn't normally do. It's fun to not care and just be happy with being happy. My summers are everything someone would want. I mean... What else could a girl ask for besides tan skin, and surprises? I'm determined to make this summer the best even though I'm moved to a new place with new people. I'll make it everything I want it to be. Summer is a happy time... and that's exactly the way I plan for it to be... HAPPY.

You're Beautiful You

Ever felt so down right ugly that you barely felt like looking at yourself? And what does it mean when people say 'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"? Well... we've all felt that way before, and I'll tell you what that means... It means that beauty is whatever and wherever YOU think it is. Beauty is so many different things to so many different people. What's ugly to one may be beautiful to another. Self beauty is love. It's looking in the mirrior and loving what you see. I feel ugly... ALOT. I'm just human though. Sometimes I feel like theirs no possible way that anyone could ever think of me as anything but ugly. Sometimes I feel like staying in the house all day because feeling ugly in public gives me an awkward feeling like everyones staring at me. And sometimes... It just takes someone to look you in the eyes and say "You look beautiful today"to make you feel otherwise. Being told I'm beautiful or pretty gives me butterflys almost every time. Don't you get tired of being called "Sexy", and "Bad", and "Fine"? I do... Can a guy just have some politeness once in a while to say "Hey, my names Billy Bob and I just wanted to tell you you're really pretty."? Is that too much to ask? I'm one of those girls that you probably think wears too much makeup... Ask me if I care... Makeup is kind of my escape. It lets me hide my uglyness for a few hours and let no one know the real me. I guess you can call it a disguise. Haha Makeup is fun. It makes being a girl so exciting. Don't get me wrong though... Some days I wake up, look in the mirrior and feel GORGEOUS without a slight trace of makeup on... As a matter of fact, I do that alot. It doesn't always make you pretty, but it makes you FEEL pretty.  I'm not gonna sit here and lie to you, so I'll sit here and tell the truth... I'm the type of person that makes myself into the person that everyone wants to see. I know... Sounds bad, but I told you I wasn't gonna lie, right? I just like to be the girl that people stop and say "You are REALLY pretty... and your hair is perfect. I wish I had hair like you." It probably sounds selfish, but I can't help it. There's no problem with that though. I like attention. Giving people things to say about me is just what I like. Good or bad. And you're probably reading this like "Um... This bitch is horribly conceited and stuck up, and I hate her blog now." But lets be real... You're like that too. You may not care what people think about you, but like me, you like to be complimented, and feel like something special in people's eyes. That's what I'm trying to say. If you don't like the way I look, dress, act, or my statements... Fine, but I know there's many others who do. Looks is a hard task when it comes to society. It's complicated. Society has an image of what people should look like. I guess it's what they precieve to be 'Normal', but who cares? Be who you wanna be... Look how you want to look. You don't have to be a size 0, to be beautiful. You don't have to have perfect skin and shiney teeth. You don't have to have long flowy hair and bright eyes. You don't have to be a model or a cheerleader. You don't have to be a nice pushover. You don't have to be a teacher's pet with straight A's. You don't have to have expensive clothes and brand new shoes. If you feel beautiful, and you look in the mirrior everday and think "I feel great", then why do the opinions of naive people matter... ? They don't. You're beautiful. You're you... You're beautiful you.

No Glove , No Love , & More About My Life

Hi I'm Shayla and I'm obsessed with the game of baseball . *Hi Shayla*
So ... baseball is finally here. After all these months and days it's FINALLY time! Of course I'm excited, but... Well... I don't wanna miss MY baseball player. I'm the type of girl that will stick anything out for the one I love, but I know how the season goes. This isn't my first time being in this postition. I know the season like the back of my hand. I go to baseball games, I watch baseball, I even TALK baseball. But when you play a sport that  you absolutely love, for a short little season it becomes your whole life. He goes to practices until 7 sometimes even 8' O Clock, comes home and can't talk to you because of how tired he is, and then wakes up the next day thinking about nothing but his game. Sometimes your even lucky to get a TEXT after practice. But I don't care. We're in this thing together. I support everything he has to go through to make it to the top. I've driven an hour away just to see a baseball game, and I'm willing to do it anytime. I've been telling myself to stay prepared. I know what's gonna happen so I'm preparing myself. I guess that kinda happens to me too though. When it's football or basketball season, my whole life is dedicated to my boy's games. Cheerleading isn't as easy as it looks! But idk... I'm not sure how this season is gonna be. I don't know how he is when it comes to the season. I guess it's just about time to find out. I love my baseball players though. I'd never want any other kind of athlete. No Glove , No Love (;
IN OTHER NEWS; Report cards are around the corner!!! I'm scared. If I don't get my geometry grade up in one week then I'm screwed. Idk what I'm gonna do. I can't afford to be grounded ANYMORE. I start cheer this month, and being grounded wasn't apart of my plans. I'm not really looking forward to practices all summer long, but HEY... That's the struggle when you love something, right? There's also one more thing... I REALLY need a job. I hate relying on my mom for everything, and asking her for stuff, and needing her to buy me things. Ugh. It's so annoying. I just want money of my one so I can buy things and actually call them MY own. I think I could do it. I just want my mom to stop catering to my every need. I'm a big girl! Well... I think that's about it. I miss talking to my blog almost everyday Like I use to. Lol See you soon! Toodles! <3