If I have to listen to one more stupid peppy pop song at this thing my brain will melt out of my ears and take my impulse control with it. I’ll probably be the first ever vampire zombie in history.
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If I have to listen to one more stupid peppy pop song at this thing my brain will melt out of my ears and take my impulse control with it. I’ll probably be the first ever vampire zombie in history.
Oh god. I can see about half a dozen broken bones just waiting to happen here. Are there paramedics on stand by? Should I be googling first aid? It’s much scarier watching it from the stands.
What the fuck am I even doing here? I hate cheerleaders, they’re like strippers but bitchier. If such a thing is possible.
Oh my god. Glitter fall out emergency. I repeat, glitter fall out emergency. Whoever stole my glitter adhesive is going to die. Painfully.
Wh-- Wow, please. Just barge on past.
But- But don’t-- ... Oh crap. Crap, crap, crap. Pom-pom down! Pom-pom down! Excuse me. Coming through. Oh my god, it’s like being in a stampede. I just- just want my pom-pom back.
... This is how I die. Huh. Didn’t see that coming.
I love cheerleading.
I love New Haven. I love all these people. Small deduction points for the ‘U.G.L.Y’ Daphne and Celeste throwback on the bus but I’ll forgive it. Competition looks delicious this year.
Here’s hoping everyone makes it to the mat.
I feel like I’m having a hair bow emergency.
... I can’t believe I know what a ‘hair bow emergency’ is. Am I good? Is it okay? Do you know where my team’s bit is? Are you... You’re totally not listening. Okay, carry on.
I’m so lost.
Well, well, well.
Well well well well well well, oh and... well.
My mom’s sitting at the left side of the bleachers, front row. I’ll be at the center, near the middle and next to the kid with the New Haven shirt. I’ve yet to see your dad, but I can guess that he’ll be somewhere near the hotdog stand. Just in case you wanted to cartwheel away from us, because I am obligated to take pictures this time around.