Gimme an M! Gimme an E! What does that spell?

Alright. Everyone thinks I'm full of myself anyway, so why not start a blog? You know, share my inane ramblings with the world. Maybe answer some of those people who say "What the f*ck is wrong with you?"

I plan to write about important world events like politics, famine, the greenhouse effect, oh, and cheerleading. That's right, cheerleading. After years of people saying "you MUST have been a cheerleader" (blonde, big smile and awfully loud I guess?), and me saying "hell no, I hated the cheerleaders," I am the cheerleading coach at my middle school.

And I freaking love it.

There I said it.

Cheerleading rocks. I wish I had been a cheerleader. I think my life would be better for it and maybe there would be a little more happiness in the world. Ok, probably not, but it would have been fun at least.

However, the cheerleaders at my junior high were just giggly girls who had no talent but wanted to wear cute uniforms.

MY cheerleaders are ass-kickers. I make them do cardio and resistance training. Squealing is totally forbidden and we're not a wealthy school, so we don't have any cute uniforms.

I'm a choreographer, not a cheerleader, but there is a TON of information on the Internet, and I've learned so much as a cheerleader (yes, that's an oxymoron).

But they're good and they make me happy. Ahh...a cheerleader's mission in life.


P.S. A shoutout to JennaS who named my blog for me, after the premiere choreographer-turned-cheerleading coach, Sparky Polastri. If you haven't seen "Bring it On", I highly recommend it. FUNNY movie.



"I'm a choreographer, that's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who've gone retarded. What you do is a tiny pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to transform your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish sweater monkeys"- Sparky Polastri