So tomorrow i'm travelling to Cheer nationals to compete in what is probably going to be my last competition.
Kill me.
Don't get me wrong, I love Cheerleading and its a big part of uni. but i fucking hate the obnoxious and vomit inducing environment that it's so rigourously cemented in.
To all the Mums/Boyfriends/Dads/Brothers/Sisters/Grandmother etc who wear the fucking ' CHEER (mum/boyfriend/dad/brother/sister etc tshirts, with a picture of said Cheerleader. FUCK OFF. You look like a weird child stalker, and nobody cares about your little darling because they're part of a SQUAD and funnily enough, the whole Cheer community does NOT revolve around the performances of over enthusiastic individuals, who have been pushed into participating in the sport by the parents who failed in their own sporting achievements and thus want to live vicariously through their children.
Coaches who make their 8 year old Cheerleaders, wiggle their bum and wear fake eyelashes and makeup that even Jordan wouldn't sport...you are robbing them of an innocent childhood, yes it's a performance and i assume they dont wear it everyday, but by the time theyre twelve, they alone will probably be responsible for the annual profits of Maybelline. They will also be hookers. Or at least look like them.
To the hosts who make us sing 'WE ARE PROUD OF YOU SAY WE ARE PROUD OF YOU...OOO GOOD JOB!!!!' WHY are you continually suprised and sporting a face with so much shock it looks like you've just been told you have gential warts when you ask University squads with girls aged 18-25 to join in with the screams of junior squads? Go kick rocks and leave us alone you prat.
As you can tell i'm not a very 'cheery' person, to look happy requires a force of incredible effort for me. in fact at competition, don't talk to me unless you want me to cut you with my viscous viscous words and a stare so harsh that it feels like you're heart has been shoved through your arsehole.
Other than that...roll on the next 3 days <3
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