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I never post on here anymore, but I have 13 minutes to kill before I go home, so what the hell!
I'm planning to write a regular journal update soon, so much has been going on since I last posted! We had the big Christmas Eve shindig at my house, which we now know goes so much smoother in a bigger house! Just having enough room to spread out and not constantly be stepping on each other helped a LOT.
I've now shown up to and survived two dance troupe practices, which is quite the feat since my teacher has been saying "You need to start going to troupe practices on Wednesday!" for literally about a year now, but I am just now actually doing it. It means I have to drive up there at night, which I don't like doing because for some reason, despite being a major night person, put me in a car at night and I just want to sleep, which is frowned upon when you are driving. I have a disgusting looking rugburn on my foot from doing floorwork, and some bruises on my knees, but otherwise I'm still alive, which impresses me. The class is interesting, because I used to attend the beginner class simply because it fit into my schedule (it was held right after my private class), but it wasn't a good spot for me to be- takign a class that's too easy let me get way too lazy, and not push myself at all. It's a big change to now be the one struggling, and to be (by far!) the least experienced. And when I say least experienced, I mean by far! Hanging out after class this week, someone mentioned that they were coming upon their *nine year* anniversary of dancing, and someone else said they were almost to six. Crazy!
I am in love with the choreography we're doing in the troupe- love love love. It's a tribal fusion piece, set to music that I already had and loved (a mix of Bassnectar's "Ananda Enchanted" and various Pentaphobe songs, including my favorite, teltar aprendun). It is amazing to be doing this slow, slinky, sort of trance-like piece after just learning a Bandari one, which is very upbeat Iranian folk dance with lots of clapping and energy.
And now it's time to go home, or to Wal-Mart for hair dye, because I believe that a new year calls for a new hair color. Tomorrow is my last day of work! Much more journaling to come in my upcoming unemployment! Woo!
I'm planning to write a regular journal update soon, so much has been going on since I last posted! We had the big Christmas Eve shindig at my house, which we now know goes so much smoother in a bigger house! Just having enough room to spread out and not constantly be stepping on each other helped a LOT.
I've now shown up to and survived two dance troupe practices, which is quite the feat since my teacher has been saying "You need to start going to troupe practices on Wednesday!" for literally about a year now, but I am just now actually doing it. It means I have to drive up there at night, which I don't like doing because for some reason, despite being a major night person, put me in a car at night and I just want to sleep, which is frowned upon when you are driving. I have a disgusting looking rugburn on my foot from doing floorwork, and some bruises on my knees, but otherwise I'm still alive, which impresses me. The class is interesting, because I used to attend the beginner class simply because it fit into my schedule (it was held right after my private class), but it wasn't a good spot for me to be- takign a class that's too easy let me get way too lazy, and not push myself at all. It's a big change to now be the one struggling, and to be (by far!) the least experienced. And when I say least experienced, I mean by far! Hanging out after class this week, someone mentioned that they were coming upon their *nine year* anniversary of dancing, and someone else said they were almost to six. Crazy!
I am in love with the choreography we're doing in the troupe- love love love. It's a tribal fusion piece, set to music that I already had and loved (a mix of Bassnectar's "Ananda Enchanted" and various Pentaphobe songs, including my favorite, teltar aprendun). It is amazing to be doing this slow, slinky, sort of trance-like piece after just learning a Bandari one, which is very upbeat Iranian folk dance with lots of clapping and energy.
And now it's time to go home, or to Wal-Mart for hair dye, because I believe that a new year calls for a new hair color. Tomorrow is my last day of work! Much more journaling to come in my upcoming unemployment! Woo!