so the anorexic girls in leotards are replaced by jersey girls with too much makeup and hairspray when your camp major is jazz and not ballet. one girl, named Shawanna (oh how classy), actually complained that her hair was limp from sweating. i don't think i have ever laughed so hard in my life. these girls aren't dancers, they're mall rats in spandex

when if i wake up tommorow i will most likely need someone to drag me to the car for round 2 at 8 a.m.

why did i sign up for this?

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