Girl drenched in a white creamy substance and wakes up to sore thighs.
This weekend I went nowhere. At it actually felt good. I helped my parents(or parent, considering that my mother refused to assist) paint their room. Which is alright because painting is fun. There was some confusion on which color white when where, but everything turned out okay. My mom was complaining heavily, but she isn't even painting the blasted room so she should just be still. *grunt* We tuned into the classical station 91.5 for our listening enjoyment and it was rather pleasant. I've been listening to the two classical stations for quite some time now. I LOVE chamber music but I'm warming up to the orchestral stuff.
My thighs are killing me. SO sore, and I didn't even think they would be. At work yesterday I was helping the students come up with a hip-hop routine, and I did a lot of getting down. (I'm guessing all the painting afterwards didn't help.) I really had to dig deep into my inner hip-hopiness. I don't particularily associate myself with that kind of culture so it was difficult to say the least. But I do love to dance, and I like watching the dancing in music videos(i love teh Usher).
My thighs are killing me. SO sore, and I didn't even think they would be. At work yesterday I was helping the students come up with a hip-hop routine, and I did a lot of getting down. (I'm guessing all the painting afterwards didn't help.) I really had to dig deep into my inner hip-hopiness. I don't particularily associate myself with that kind of culture so it was difficult to say the least. But I do love to dance, and I like watching the dancing in music videos(i love teh Usher).