Dancing and such...
The final of Dancing with the Stars was just on and it was..... interesting. To be perfectly honest, I think I'm a bit disappointed with the free-style. Mel did this interesting but weird hip-hop-ish thing with very little ballroom content. Marie came out and "danced" as a stiff-limbed porcelain doll with the ugliest dress and make-up imaginable. Thank goodness her actual dolls don't look like that! Helio did a good job, at least. His was cute and fun and had lots of hard tricks in it. His jive was cute too, but the judges are right about his footwork needing more work. Mel's ChaCha was great. Marie's Samba-without-fainting was better than her Samba-till-you-drop, but not greatly so. Isn't the final supposed to be the best night? Because it wasn't. Of course, I have NO IDEA who will end up winning the thing. With the weird fan bases, it's still anybody's game. I'm just glad tomorrow will be two hours and Jane will be back. She is why I started watching after all.
I sat down to write this and check my email and such and found a note from my Taekwondo instructor. Yes, that's right. Me. Martial Arts. Stop snickering behind your hand. I was actually doing quite well until I got good enough that I moved up to the intermediate class...on the other two nights of the week. Which I couldn't attend with regularity. So it started being too hard playing catch-up to be fun. So I quit. But now I've resumed communications with them. They'd like to sit down and talk with me about what went wrong. I suspect they'd like me to come back. I don't know. I liked it. It was fun and out of my comfort zone in a good way. I impressed my students with it. I think I might had even been a little bit good at it. I'm just afraid if I go back that instead of the two hours of fun it started out as it will grow to be the 6-8 impossible hours that made me quit in the first place. At least I'm preventing myself from burning the bridge by going and talking and so on.
On top of all that excitement, I've decided to participate in the Winter Advent over at
metamorfic_moon. I'll just keep telling myself that I can do it. I can write a 1000 word story with at least one prompt. Never mind that I've never done it before. Never mind that for years I've been a confirmed read-only fanfic participant... or is that non-participant? My cedar chest has opened and the boggart has come out and I think it looks like a dead baby plotbunny, expired before it had the chance to do its job. Poor little bunny.
I sat down to write this and check my email and such and found a note from my Taekwondo instructor. Yes, that's right. Me. Martial Arts. Stop snickering behind your hand. I was actually doing quite well until I got good enough that I moved up to the intermediate class...on the other two nights of the week. Which I couldn't attend with regularity. So it started being too hard playing catch-up to be fun. So I quit. But now I've resumed communications with them. They'd like to sit down and talk with me about what went wrong. I suspect they'd like me to come back. I don't know. I liked it. It was fun and out of my comfort zone in a good way. I impressed my students with it. I think I might had even been a little bit good at it. I'm just afraid if I go back that instead of the two hours of fun it started out as it will grow to be the 6-8 impossible hours that made me quit in the first place. At least I'm preventing myself from burning the bridge by going and talking and so on.
On top of all that excitement, I've decided to participate in the Winter Advent over at
metamorfic_moon. I'll just keep telling myself that I can do it. I can write a 1000 word story with at least one prompt. Never mind that I've never done it before. Never mind that for years I've been a confirmed read-only fanfic participant... or is that non-participant? My cedar chest has opened and the boggart has come out and I think it looks like a dead baby plotbunny, expired before it had the chance to do its job. Poor little bunny.