Watching Bring It On makes me mildly annoyed that I didn't go to a school that had cheerleaders. Not that I particularly wanted to be that perky-happy, but being thrown a few dozen metres in the air looks like fun. Meanwhile, this movie had perhaps the best opening of any movie I've seen this year:

I'm sexy, I'm cute,
I'm popular to boot.
I'm bitchin', great hair,
the boys all love to stare.
I'm wanted, I'm hot,
I'm everything you're not.
I'm pretty, I'm cool,
I dominate this school.
Who am I? Just guess,
Boys wanna touch my chest.
I'm rockin', I smile,
and many think I'm vile.
I fly and I jump,
You can look but don't you hump.
I major, I roar,
I swear I'm not a whore.
We cheer and we lead,
We act like we're on speed.
you hate us coz we're beautiful,
but we don't like you either
......we're cheerleaders,
......we are cheerleaders

Honestly. What was I doing with my youth?