Memoirs of the Worst Dancer in the World

Gah! I feel like the worst dancer in the world. Maybe because I learned the dance last week, I can use that as an excuse for my failure, but I messed up so much during the try-out today. We got in, because everyone 'got in' but I just felt like a loser and started asking people if we did well or not. Most of them said that I didn't do well or that people were freaked out about random people dancing to a Japanese anime song (which angered me, if you don't want to watch, don't comment!)
But, this was just the try-outs. I have to remember that there is 2 weeks until the actual performance and I am just going to work on Hare Hare Yukai some more in that time.
Enough about that.
For now, we have a long weekend, so I am going to catch up on some BIG HUGE assignments and then give myself some time to goof off. We are finally done with all the tests, but there are still 4-5 weeks till the end of school [liberation!] so there are many projects and essays. Ah well, there is fun stuff in between.
As of the moment, I am doing well with working out by taking Step classes, going to the gym and doing stuff with the trainer. Tomorrow I get to hear her first comments on my food journal, and hopefully I'll be able to change my habits... >.> However, I'm slightly scared considering I overheard her yelling at a guy ["FIFTY-SEVEN GRAMS OF SUGAR!" o_o]
Other than that, for now it must seem that I have a really boring life. It's probably true. However, I am quite content to end out the year with a hectic/crazy/boring life [contradictory, no?] And then it's off to NYC! *stars glitter in eyes*

Expelliarmus (And Other Weird Spells We Still Remember)

I may be crazy, but I guess some things happen for a reason.
Yesterday was a medley of celebration and fear as we sashayed about town to commemorate the sun's awakening, our upcoming Hare Hare Yukai performance, and some general life demands. Instead of working hard, I flounced about and tried to have some fun for once. Today was the same, except with a bit more work and a little more personal benefit. Walk for Aidan was quite awesome, and then I went to the trainer and hauled ass (literally, we worked on glutes today) as beginning my exercise/dietary goals. Then afterward I dozed and felt horrible for a few hours and finally decided to go to The Hairy Baby and loved to watch the strangeness and the common themes that flitted through a surrealistic setting [also, I love Monster - he sculpts busts! (again, literally)]
Now I'm sitting at home thinking that I should be able to devote 2 hours to myself every day. One for general exercise and well-being, the other for writing and creative thought. Just because... I think I've let my life go to other people or other commitments too much [I would say lately, but it's really been all year] And so I'm going to start working on myself again, because (as my trainer would say) I've 'fallen off the wagon' in terms of appreciating the fact that I'm an 'artist' and a human being. I'm going to have to push to the end of the year in some things, but I can't believe how much time I spend sitting around thinking to do something and then either being too scared or too stressed to do it. It's something I really need to get rid of - hesitation.
And thus, with that effervescent glow about me, I'm going to retire to my bed. Goodnight.