Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Going to dance class always makes me feel better. (K, we missed you!!)
Midterms have been pretty brutal. But they're over. I needed something that didn't make me feel like an engineering student. So for that one hour of class, I can make believe that I'm Janet Jackson's back-up dancer. Or maybe I'm in one of Sean Paul's videos (except I'm not so scantily clad).
We learned half a routine for Beyonce's Crazy in Love. You know that part of the routine where she looks like she all of a sudden falls down on the floor? Yah. We had to practice that part a gazillion times. You would think something as natural as falling would be easy to do? Nope. Not at all. I have a huge bruise on my right knee and my quads kill.
But I I feel better. I got to be Beyonce's back-up dancer for an hour.
posted by Jenn |
11:13 PM |
nut-ME-shell
//jenn
//mcmaster university alumni
//laughs at corny jokes
//frowns at rude drivers
//lover of life, vintage clothing, and african daisies
//hater of ignorance, apathy, and spiders
