I'm losing sense of myself in here.
Dance= difficult.
We started doing simple flee hops, so I was like, score she's going easy on us...
Then we turn the flee hop into a tilted side split jump. (Because I can't spell the proper name).
And then we tucked the bottom foot under so it was a tendu'fleck? Don't kill me over the spelling I know I'm suposed to take french.
Long story short, it was a very difficult, awkward class.
I would be exhausted but I didn't take my medicine. I haven't done that Twyla Tharp essay yet... Things have been kinda fucked up mainly because my mums not home. She said they'd do the surgury sometime next week, even though they said they'd do the operation on him on tuesday, then thursday.
The tests are complicated because he's 89... But after all the results came back, according to my mother. It doesn't look good.
They have the best doctors on him possible in this situation, I mean, they can certainly afford it. Yet my mum said, and this like, freaked me out, that 'this is one of those situations where its out of human hands.'
Up until now she'd been so freaking optimistic about him living, now I'm not so sure.
Does that mean I have to be the optimistic one? I'm not optimistic and I've never lost someone before, I'll be weak, veunerable, pathetic. But I can't be because I have to be strong when my moms not and I know thats a not fair ish kind of view but I don't really have a choice do I?
Which pressures me to do tha tessay right now because I don't want to let anyone down but... Thats a lot of work and its so late and I'm not up to it... I can't stop thinking about the stuff thats going wrong. I know thats bad but how do you cut off your thoughts and just not think?
We started doing simple flee hops, so I was like, score she's going easy on us...
Then we turn the flee hop into a tilted side split jump. (Because I can't spell the proper name).
And then we tucked the bottom foot under so it was a tendu'fleck? Don't kill me over the spelling I know I'm suposed to take french.
Long story short, it was a very difficult, awkward class.
I would be exhausted but I didn't take my medicine. I haven't done that Twyla Tharp essay yet... Things have been kinda fucked up mainly because my mums not home. She said they'd do the surgury sometime next week, even though they said they'd do the operation on him on tuesday, then thursday.
The tests are complicated because he's 89... But after all the results came back, according to my mother. It doesn't look good.
They have the best doctors on him possible in this situation, I mean, they can certainly afford it. Yet my mum said, and this like, freaked me out, that 'this is one of those situations where its out of human hands.'
Up until now she'd been so freaking optimistic about him living, now I'm not so sure.
Does that mean I have to be the optimistic one? I'm not optimistic and I've never lost someone before, I'll be weak, veunerable, pathetic. But I can't be because I have to be strong when my moms not and I know thats a not fair ish kind of view but I don't really have a choice do I?
Which pressures me to do tha tessay right now because I don't want to let anyone down but... Thats a lot of work and its so late and I'm not up to it... I can't stop thinking about the stuff thats going wrong. I know thats bad but how do you cut off your thoughts and just not think?