I love it when a dance class comes together...

So, basically, I'm having a stellar evening (with only one tiny exception).

First of all, I was totally on top of it in African Dance tonight. No seriously, I hit all the right beats, I knew what to do with my feet, I knew what to do with my hands, I even got that weird moonwalk-y hopping step. I'm telling you: I rocked AND I rolled! And because I know that this was a bit of a freak occurrence and I'll probably have four weeks of classes that I do nothing but stumble around stupidly in, I'm enjoying my job-well-done while I can!

I also made all sorts of plans...I love accomplishing stuff! Tomorrow, I have three classes with two breaks (i.e. class, break, class, break, class). In the first break I'm going to renew my housing for next year and possibly take my CDs back to the Music Library. In my second break I'm catching a ride to a local fabric store where I can buy fabric for a lapa (kinda like a sarong...see the picture below) for African dance. This Saturday, I have a meeting about picking interview times for Devil's Advocates (student tour-leading group) and afterwards, I'm going to dash off in my "business casual" clothing with a sack-full of dance clothes at my side and catch a ride to downtown to take a master class with a famous dancer from the Congo. It's gonna be a long day!


At this point in my narrative comes the teensy unpleasant portion of the evening. I was sitting in the union after my wicked-awesome dance class and getting ready to dig into my delicious meal (nothing beats hot fries and chicken strips followed by a small piece of cheescake all from Chik-Fil-A after physical exertion. Nothing.) when one of the broadcast students came up. Basically, all these kids are selling magazine subscriptions to earn points to win money. It was bad. It was this guy named "Greg" and as much as I protested about not being interested...He...Kept....Going. It was like I was being verbally molested or something. Finally I snapped. I said, "Look, Greg, I know you want this money for 'books and beer' (*note: that is EXACTLY what he told me he wanted! Ugh!*) but I am not going to buy any subscriptions from you. I'm sorry." He stood up abruptly and said, "Yeah. I am too." By that point, my hot waffle fries and hot fresh chicken strips and cold cheesecake were all kind of lukewarm.

Boo to you Greg. You ruined a lovely young woman's meal. For shame.



I came back to my room and took a nice long shower (I even conditioned my hair!). Now, I'm sitting here writing (I plan to start on my Italian homework as soon as I'm done with this. I swear!) and I have the room to myself tonight. Soooo....I'm having a "me" night. I've got my zebra slippers and blue fuzzy sheep robe on, am listening to Garth Brooks, and enjoying a quiet evening alone.

I hope life is as lovely for you all.