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Dance camp 2009 is officially concluded ... which means a weekend of taking it easy and catching up on fic.
Things I have learned from camp this year:
* If one is suitably interested, one can find videos from camp on youtube. Embarrassing videos, mostly.
* I have a gay boyfriend. I did not know that this is what we call good homosexual friends, but, apparently, this is the case.
* Some people really are terrified of cartwheels.
* I need to get myself to a ballet class. Pronto. We're adding it to the curriculum next year. Argh.
On another note, my mother went and judged the second round of an NBA dance team audition this afternoon. Like ... JUDGED. How awesome is that?
Oh, except for the fact that I have serious beef with professional sports' dance teams, as they require almost no dance training at all and are only outlets for the skinny beach-blonde faux-dancers to teeter around in bikinis and pretend to be seductive in front of thousands of people.
She had a good time. I'm a little jealous.
Just don't tell her that. :)
Things I have learned from camp this year:
* If one is suitably interested, one can find videos from camp on youtube. Embarrassing videos, mostly.
* I have a gay boyfriend. I did not know that this is what we call good homosexual friends, but, apparently, this is the case.
* Some people really are terrified of cartwheels.
* I need to get myself to a ballet class. Pronto. We're adding it to the curriculum next year. Argh.
On another note, my mother went and judged the second round of an NBA dance team audition this afternoon. Like ... JUDGED. How awesome is that?
Oh, except for the fact that I have serious beef with professional sports' dance teams, as they require almost no dance training at all and are only outlets for the skinny beach-blonde faux-dancers to teeter around in bikinis and pretend to be seductive in front of thousands of people.
She had a good time. I'm a little jealous.
Just don't tell her that. :)