the bulgarian
veronika is sitting at the edge of the reception desk holding her dance class in the front hall of the theatre because the studio's too small she says. it has greatly enhanced my quiet alone internet time (i'm clearly being sarcastic here) I've had to stifle my laughter several times at these crazy dancers and i'm writing this in order to avoid watching them...
oh, now she's yelling at them... must. not. laugh.
wow they suck.
ok, enough about that... actually i have nothing to say. today was nice i guess.
hmm.
emily scared the shit out of me tonight with a pink pig puppet. (i like alliteration!) my heart stopped for a moment there. i may never be the same.
hmm again. ok i'm done with this. (i apologize to anyone who actually reads these horribly random entries, they're really just for me i guess, they kill time...)
ok wait i have to say that now they're doing this weird jumping thing that looks absolutely ridiculous.
oh, now she's yelling at them... must. not. laugh.
wow they suck.
ok, enough about that... actually i have nothing to say. today was nice i guess.
hmm.
emily scared the shit out of me tonight with a pink pig puppet. (i like alliteration!) my heart stopped for a moment there. i may never be the same.
hmm again. ok i'm done with this. (i apologize to anyone who actually reads these horribly random entries, they're really just for me i guess, they kill time...)
ok wait i have to say that now they're doing this weird jumping thing that looks absolutely ridiculous.