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<Thursday, February 18th, 1999 - Blood and Guts
| I am writing this while trying to ignore that Voyager/Borg movie that they're showing on UPN tonight. Oh, I'll just watch the first bit... | ||
| I went to my jazz class earlier. I was not surprised to see my ankles shake as I tried to plie and releve (bend at the knees, raise up on my toes). There were only two of us in the class, which was nice, I suppose. However, when the teacher told me to take off my jazz shoes ("so we can work our feet better"), I managed to scrape off a scab (unbeknownst to me). I was stretching joyfully when I did a "flat back" (back parallel to the floor while standing) and noticed I was dripping bright red blood all over the nice wood floor. Yikes! I wanted to be mortified, I really did, but I'm no longer 11. I ran out to the receptionist, got a band-aid and paper towels, and was back in the class in a few minutes. Embarrassed, yes, but ok. | ||
| My problem is that there are just too many classes to choose from! I watched some of the flamenco classes. I don't know if I want to try flamenco because I like it or because Holly is all into it. There's Afro-Cuban dancing, which sounds like a whole lot of fun, what with drummers and all. And, while I enjoyed the jazz class, if she thinks I'm going to be satisfied taking a beginning class with all these other temptations to spend my money on, well... my momma spent far too much money on me as a child to have me end up in a BEGINNER class. David thinks I should be careful and build up my muscles in this class first, but, then again, David isn't paying for these dance classes, now, is he? Next week, I'll try either Afro-Cuban or Flamenco. | ||
| So, that entry I was waffling about is up in its entirety. You can click on "Previous" at the end of this entry to go back day by day, or you can load all of February and scroll down. I'm working on the day by day index...ok, well, I intend to work on it. Soon. | ||
| David had no problem with it, of course. I think I was just not sure if I wanted to get so personal in my web journal, and waiting for an ok means it never went up on my "current" page. I know, I'm chicken shit. Well, I've always been an odd mix of the dramatic and the self-conscious. So, um, ta-da! |