(I filmed the video weeks ago, by the way. It just took me ages to work out how to upload it.)
The week started off quite slowly...I painted my nails on Monday night...as you do...
You already know I made cupcakes on Tuesday!
What you don't know about Tuesday is that I had ZERO lessons.
And on Wednesday, I had HALF A LESSON.
And on Thursday, I had ONE LESSON.
And on Friday, I had ONE LESSON.
Four days, two and a half lessons. My life is probably quite excellent. except that I will probably fail ALL my exams, because my teachers are always off gallivanting places. Heh.
Whilst I also had time to kill, I finally got round to counting the coppers in my copper jar (after about a year.)
£27.32, for your information. Mildly depressing considering how heavy it is.
The whole no-lesson thing turned out pretty well though, because I've had dance shows Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Imagine doing 3 hours driving practice, an 8 hour shift at work, and then a 4 hour dance show.
I have never been so tired in my life. Anyway, here are some pose-y type photos I took in my room because my friend hasn't uploaded the real ones yet.
We wore masks for one dance (a lyrical type thing...to a mix of Parachute by our Chezza and Try by Nelly Furtado.)
And for the other one...
Leopard.
Print.
Sparkly.
Leotard.
AND A SEQUINNED FREAKING HAT.
To She Said (Plan B) and Gramophonedzie...mixed...awesome dance.
And so endeth my last show ever :( The more I move along with this year,the more I seem to be saying goodbye to stuff. I got a tiny bit emotional when I was leaving the stage. Partly because dude, I was seriously knackered, and you know how some people get really emotional when they're tired? I am one of those people.
And so endeth my last show ever :( The more I move along with this year,the more I seem to be saying goodbye to stuff. I got a tiny bit emotional when I was leaving the stage. Partly because dude, I was seriously knackered, and you know how some people get really emotional when they're tired? I am one of those people.
Just because, y'know, I've been dancing with them since I was like, 7. I've gone through fat stages, dodgy fringes, confidence crises, moments of JOY, all with that same familiar presence every Wednesday evening.
Leaving is going to be SO strange. I'm sticking around till my last exam in September but still, the show is a big part of Learning Curves. It's weird to think I'll never perform on that stage again.
That's all I really have to say. Oh, except by Saturday at about midnight I was so run-down I ended up with a rotten flipping cold and now it's turned into a cough, and what some customer on Saturday called "the perpetual sniff."
Sigh, this has been a post. Sorry for a "this is my boring life" ramble.
