i hurt
what a day...
I started my intensive dance thingy. the physical aspects of the classes were good, but i don't think i was sufficiently warned of how humiliating the experience would be. Half the brats had not yet hit puberty, so for once i was the most well endowed... though that was the furthest thing from my mind upon entering the jazz class surrounded by the midgets sporting "jazz dance shoes" and all of them nodding yes to the instructor's query of how many knew this or that step. I had held my own in modern, though still the most inexperienced. it was enough like ballet, but jazz??? Thats more along the lines of hip hop, but harder, i actually did better in the hip hop (yeah, me doing hip hop, who woulda thunk it?) class, but thats really not saying much... These girls had been trained in every one of these types of dance for at least 10 years, to my maybe... 1.5 years of actual class and whatever i taught myself from some book mother had... I didn't do too badly in the fexibility area, but all these 13 year olds knew so much more than me. I made it to the last class of the day...tap; and of course they all had tap shoes. why was i not informed they would all have tap shoes??? now the whole purpose of tap dancing is really defeated when you are lacking the tapping sound!
instructor: "if you cover you ears you'll be able to hear your own tap shoes".... listen lady, no matter how hard i stomp, i'm not doing to hear myself over a bunch of pre-pubescents with metal strapped to their feet.
it was about this point that i go to the washroom and call my mommy... i didn't think i was going to but i just started crying, after spending the last couple hours (only intesified by the 20 minutes of tap) thinking about how much i suck, i couldn't help it. so mother came and saved me, i just snuck away and i never want to go back. why can't they offer a dance progam for actors who want a background in dance? that would be perfect for me.
We then went into the city, got brother, saw war of the worlds... don't ask me why. It wasn't so bad as i expected, but if the world is ending i'd much rather dennis quaid was my daddy than tom cruise. and jake gyllenhaal was... my brother? wait... ew, never mind.
and i must say the aliens were positively cute.
anyway, i was just bitching about a trying experience, i don't expect that many read that, i probably wouldn't.
now, i watch the daily show. er... in 5 minutes...
love always,
anna