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Well, I just pulled up the carpet in the living room of our new house, and let me tell you it was a lot more difficult than I thought. I was cutting and hammering and pulling up floorboards and nails. It was so great!
I've got this new obsession with classical music, Tchaikovsky mostly. Not that I didn't love him before, but ever since I went to see Swan Lake, I just couldn't get enough of it. I downloaded the Nutcracker and Swan Lake from I tunes and I listen to it all the time. It's just so relaxing and pretty.
Almost my entire childhood life consisted of weekly ballet classes. I really loved it and was pretty good at it too. About the time of middle school, I was on pointe and doing really well. Then my knees started actin really weird and they hurt anytime I did any kind of physical activity, especially strenuous dancing. I was forced to stop and just never picked it back up. I don't know why. I guess I was afraid that I had fallen too far behind. I didn't miss it at first, but now I do. A lot. I love going to ballets(like I've been to so many-1 live) and when I watch other people dancing, I get really sad and wish so bad that I could do that. I cried like three times during Swan Lake. It's a strange emotion. I guess you could say it has always been one of those secret dreams of mine to become a ballet dancer. Something that I know will never happen, but is fun to dream about anyway. Who knows, maybe I'll take some classes in college.
My mom won't let me mural paint my bathroom. I'm really sad.
I've got this new obsession with classical music, Tchaikovsky mostly. Not that I didn't love him before, but ever since I went to see Swan Lake, I just couldn't get enough of it. I downloaded the Nutcracker and Swan Lake from I tunes and I listen to it all the time. It's just so relaxing and pretty.
Almost my entire childhood life consisted of weekly ballet classes. I really loved it and was pretty good at it too. About the time of middle school, I was on pointe and doing really well. Then my knees started actin really weird and they hurt anytime I did any kind of physical activity, especially strenuous dancing. I was forced to stop and just never picked it back up. I don't know why. I guess I was afraid that I had fallen too far behind. I didn't miss it at first, but now I do. A lot. I love going to ballets(like I've been to so many-1 live) and when I watch other people dancing, I get really sad and wish so bad that I could do that. I cried like three times during Swan Lake. It's a strange emotion. I guess you could say it has always been one of those secret dreams of mine to become a ballet dancer. Something that I know will never happen, but is fun to dream about anyway. Who knows, maybe I'll take some classes in college.
My mom won't let me mural paint my bathroom. I'm really sad.