July 31st - continued...

Blogging from my phone! -ten points 

And Matilda (my roommate, co-captain, sister-for-life) discovered she can text from her computer. 

Good day today :) 

**to be noted. All names have been changed in the writing of this blog, this is so identities may be kept super spy secret and when this blog goes viral and a movie is created from its content those written about can go on living their lives and not be stocked by you, their loving (perhaps a bit too creepy and obsessed) fans! 

But my name is not changed... Or is it! Muahahaha (if you've ever heard my evil laugh in person you know I mean business! - it's Wednesday!!! Business time :)) that smiley face has a double chin. 

And with that I bid you adieu. Till tomorrow! 

July 31st - planning a class + wasp sting = fun times

For now I will title them the date they were created, I will et more creative as time goes on.

There is a part of me that wants to write these as if they were journal entries, unedited all mistakes and all. But then I reolize that if I am writing this for a broader audience, than my future self, that my spelling and gramatic choices may confuse... (dyslexsia!)  {I'm still toying with the idea, future self I did not spell check reloize, gramatic, and dyslexsia - I know you can't tell they are spelt incorrectly}

anyways

I am attempting to create a playlist for a dance class I am to teach later today. It's a bit of a teaching audition. I am to teach a free class, to a group of people I have never seen or met before. I have no idea what level of dance they are, and have been told to teach an hour "open" level contemporary class... WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!
Well the class is coming along, I will have a few different directions it can go. I'm guessing it will turn out to be a intermediate class, most having down some jazz and lyrical in studio back when they were 12 or so.

This is proving to be more difficult that I anticipated, I do not want to just do pop/contemporary music, and I know that the music can make or break a class. Oh how I wish I had already trained my minions... I mean accompanists :)

whine break, Last week I was stung by a wasp. Well I crushed her with my hand while she was resting at dusk on our picnic blanket, we were out at the outdoor movie awaiting the Breakfast Club to start (how did that movie get its name?!?)
So that was over a week ago. And well my thumb swelled and itched understandably for a few days and then began to get better... then yesterday it took a turn for the worse, swelling up again! I go to the doctor, a walk in clinic by my new home, (I don't like doctors at the best of times) and the doc scratches the opposite side of my thumb till it bleeds, and tells me to come back if it gets worse... I'm there cause it had gotten worse! How bad does my thumb need to be, isn't it bad enough that is it twice the size of the other thumb!!! So Now I don't want to go back, but I also don't want to loose my status of being a human (I equate this to our opposable thumbs) Yup its getting worse :( Future self if you loose your thumb I, past self, will still love you

eeek I am starting to get nervous, :)
made salad, chocked on the dressing. cried a little...
that was a little pathetic

well I should head out, maybe find a park to dance in, create a few different options for an end combination, the class is only an hour, not much time...

till next time, hopefully tomorrow :) keep fit and have fun (i know copywrite belongs to body break)

attempt #2

January 29th 2013 -

July 30th 2013 -

"I want to try to blog" was stated by many people, numerous times. I myself have uttered these words during many conversations with a myriad (as the time draws neared to midnight I like to use fancy words) of different friends.  

I began blogging on August 1st of 2011. Fitting that I will make my second attempt almost exotically two years later...
Now really How much can happen in only a mere two years? (LOTS!!!!!!!!)
I want to share these experiences, with not only my future self, but perhaps a few friends and strangers who may happen upon them.

This is simply my story, everyone has one. I do not believe mine is superior in any way, but it is mine.
I want to be able to look back on it, and smile.