Anyone ever wanna go to the Lincoln Cafeteria on Wednesdays with me for a cardio/yoga/pilates class? Only four dollars. That's pretty good. And my bellydance teacher, Emma Holder, teaches it. She's awesome.
Today I woke up and decided I felt good enough to go to the
Common Ground Fair. I went with my mom, my dad and Dylan. It was a long ride, of course, and it rained so much! But it was a lot of fun. I wish it didn't rain so much, but it still rocked because the fair is so awesome. Farmers are so awesome. Word. I was really upset because on the schedule it said absolutely nothing about a contradance which is one of the things I get the most psyched for. So, the whole time I was kind of like "I really wish there was a contradance. Why isn't there a contradance?" And the last time I said that, we were kind of standing around and Dylan said "Oh, there's probably a contradance, like, right there." And we looked over and THERE WAS! DYLAN'S FUCKING MAGICAL. What!? So we danced, and pretended we knew how to waltz, and it was so, so fun.
I'm still pretty sick, but you know.
It was fun.
Fuck being sick.
Fuck school.
How about we just stop going and just dance and laugh all the time? Okay? Plan.