When he comes around I get to feelin' ill...
Fighting off colds. A little stuffy this morning, and so very tired. Whee. I'm just glad it's not the norovirus that seems to be going around. I did get a flu shot, but I don't think that will protect me at all....
On the up side, I totally have modern tonight. Yay, dancing! I'm switching from Weds classes to Tues classes, because A) class starts at 645 instead of 630, so it'll be a little easier for me to get there. And B) That class is the one that will have a piece in the performance come May, and I want to dance in the show lots. I'm also going to try to start going back to tap class, which is now on Thursdays at 630 (meh, hard to get there again, but I'll be in such fantastic shape you won't be able to stand me) because I am a glutton for punishment. And tap is fun. I miss it. Still doing jazz on Thurs at 730, and intermediate modern on Sat at 1230, and cleaning both studios after classes end on Sat because that way Marlo lets me take classes in exchange. (Which is why I can afford to go at all.) So that means I'll be in four pieces again, and there are three shows this year, and what with rehearsals and such, I should be a lean, mean, hungry all the time dancing machine come May. I hope to get that definition that I had last year in my thighs back. That'd be so cool. And I might be able to finally nail a triple pirouette on the right, and a double on the left, and get my fan kick grounded and higher, and my leaps more sustained in the air, and get my pull-backs crisp and clear and do a toe-stand. That'd be so sweet, you can call me sugar.
Dance makes me so happy, people. I just can't describe it. Endorphins are fun. And educational. And there's the whole hey, that move is totally wicked, let me try it factor. I wish I were a better dancer, but I'm happy being a mediocre one and having fun with it. I can always strive to be better, after all. And it's the striving that counts, right? I mean, I hope so. Because I'll never be professional quality or anything. And I'll probably never be able to do the splits. Not this body. But I can maybe get closer, and loosen the stiff joints, and get stronger and leaner and meaner and booty-shakinger, and jumping-up-and-downier. Because that's what I want. Huhn, good god y'all.
Ok, I think it might be lunch time, what with my silliness getting all funky and stuff. But dance tonight. Huhn! shake it-shake it-shake it.
On the up side, I totally have modern tonight. Yay, dancing! I'm switching from Weds classes to Tues classes, because A) class starts at 645 instead of 630, so it'll be a little easier for me to get there. And B) That class is the one that will have a piece in the performance come May, and I want to dance in the show lots. I'm also going to try to start going back to tap class, which is now on Thursdays at 630 (meh, hard to get there again, but I'll be in such fantastic shape you won't be able to stand me) because I am a glutton for punishment. And tap is fun. I miss it. Still doing jazz on Thurs at 730, and intermediate modern on Sat at 1230, and cleaning both studios after classes end on Sat because that way Marlo lets me take classes in exchange. (Which is why I can afford to go at all.) So that means I'll be in four pieces again, and there are three shows this year, and what with rehearsals and such, I should be a lean, mean, hungry all the time dancing machine come May. I hope to get that definition that I had last year in my thighs back. That'd be so cool. And I might be able to finally nail a triple pirouette on the right, and a double on the left, and get my fan kick grounded and higher, and my leaps more sustained in the air, and get my pull-backs crisp and clear and do a toe-stand. That'd be so sweet, you can call me sugar.
Dance makes me so happy, people. I just can't describe it. Endorphins are fun. And educational. And there's the whole hey, that move is totally wicked, let me try it factor. I wish I were a better dancer, but I'm happy being a mediocre one and having fun with it. I can always strive to be better, after all. And it's the striving that counts, right? I mean, I hope so. Because I'll never be professional quality or anything. And I'll probably never be able to do the splits. Not this body. But I can maybe get closer, and loosen the stiff joints, and get stronger and leaner and meaner and booty-shakinger, and jumping-up-and-downier. Because that's what I want. Huhn, good god y'all.
Ok, I think it might be lunch time, what with my silliness getting all funky and stuff. But dance tonight. Huhn! shake it-shake it-shake it.