Dance is going to be a pain in my butt from now until the end of the school year. I got my belly button pierced. I mean yeah, it hurts when I move, but I love it. I don’t regret getting it at all. I couldn’t get what I originally wanted because my ear is too small. So my mom called my dad when he was working and asked and he said as king as om not getting a tattoo or anything on my face, then I’m good. He said I could hide it. I don’t show my stomach anyways. But in dance, first of all, we move, a lot. Second, we bend over. And third, we stretch and do sit ups and crunches. So, of course I’m gonna die. I brought the spray I have to use to clean it with me. I have to clean it every three hours. So I have to clean it at 9 a.m, 12 p.m, and then when I get home at 3 p.m. I hope it doesn’t kill me that bad because it won’t heal until three or four weeks, tops, from now. I don’t want to make it longer by hurting it, or irritating it I should say. Tomorrow will be easy because Tuesdays we do ballet. We just stay up straight and keep our posture steady. It won’t be that bad. Just certain stretches I can’t do. I can’t wait to change it. Susan’s going to get hers too now that I got mine. We’re gonna be twinsies. We’re gonna go get different kinds with my mom too. It’ll be our girls day out, and my birthday’s this week. Finally I get to go shopping. I’ll tell my mom I need new yoga pants for dance. I can’t wait until my piercing heals.