Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by cornutt, Jan 23, 2008.
I'm pretty good at the last part.
I've got that second part down pat.
Going to be AWOL for a while...I have two days to finish a 1000 word research proposal that's had its due date moved forward two weeks, a 2000 word essay that's overdue because I was sick, and a latin dress I need to make before my lesson Friday night so I can practise in it before the comp in two weeks.
good luck...come back soon
And lay off the chocolate bars!
I broke down yesterday and ordered my tux for my dad's wedding this December. A *rental tux*. From *Men's Wearhouse*. Eww.
This hobby may have turned me into a wee bit of a formalwear snob.
I'm really tired of people calling themselves clumsy or accident prone, when really, they're just careless, don't respect other people enough to think of the repercussions of their actions, and won't plan ahead.
federal employee eh??
Bwaha. Nope. Glad to report my employer values my services sufficiently to have planned how to pay for them.
So far, anyway.
So bummed. My favorite local restaurant is having to close its doors. Go ahead and appoint yourself my personal dietician and say"Good,"- whatever, you're entitled to that, but for me, this isn't actually about the food itself- it was one of those cozy, warm, friendly places who could do things right, keep things clean, the clientele wasn't a bunch of mouthy, boozed-up peroxided twentysomethings, and it didn't have weirdly-named appetizers. It'd been there for a couple decades or more, and was one of those celebratory "So and so's in town/ Got good grades/ Hooray for first this or that" places you took someone when something meant something and only a sirloin and a baked potato the size of a dachsund would suffice. I actually ate salad there, too. I think I may cry.
I am already getting a degree in the arts. I do not need to keep getting calls asking me if I want to do this. Also after I say hello for the first time, please start talking. I don't appreciate having to say hello 3 times in a row to get a stupid response out of you. You called me, not the other way around.
Happy Studio Art Major and astronomy minor
But don't you know? With a degree from the University of Phoenix, you can get a job anywhere!
LOL it wasn't even from Phoenix, it was like from Futurecareers.com I think I might have signed up to see internships or something. Go figure.
I seriously thought I had a dead mouse. I tore the place apart looking for it, when I realized that the smell was coming from someplace different altogether, but it was so powerfully terrible that it just seemed to be everywhere.
... It appears that certain cheap ballet flats have a very terrible and noxious black dye that, when mixed with normal sweaty foot funk, turns into a poisonous gas that smells like cadaver, buttermilk, and fritos chunked into a bag and left in the desert.
Good lord. I thought Skrillex lived in my closet.
MUST find something to combat dance-shoe-funk. Cedar balls time.
Talked with coach about frustrations with DP. He's gonna keep an eye out for even just a Latin partner, because tbh that's the main problem DP has in terms of getting "the look". Either way, we've agreed that my plan to wait until I'm going overseas to break up is a good plan. If I find a Latin partner, well, I don't think DP will mind not doing latin with me.
Hand wash in the bathtub. Works great, provided these aren't patent leathers...
How can I still be fighting the same bug? I've had it for almost 2 full weeks - and while I've been better-ish for a week, I'm still coughing (esp. at night), dealing with the loss of my voice, sore back muscles, and reduced energy. This has severly curtailed my practice time, and that's after I had to take about 4 days completely off last week. I have a comp in a week... I need to be better already!
The worst of my bug was gone in four days, but I can't shake the itchy-throat cough that hangs around. Been using dark hot chocolate, and then giving in to lozenges once in awhile, but I hate the taste/feel.
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