I want to be shot. I want to be hurled into a thousand spikes. I am SOOOOO sore. My back is killing me. My callouses on my feet are throbbing. My throat is closed up and sore. I feel icky and sick. And today was an exhausting day filled with needless trauma and ridiculous demands.
Had a good tap class although I can;t remember a damn thing I did. Rehearsaed with DIane for an hour and a half and finished the number she is in. Got into a tiff with the Elf that seemed to go in circles....we always seem to go from A to B by way of the number system...but which ended up being resolved. Kinda need one of those every once in a while to keep thigns exciting. Did you buy that? (Thanks and mad props and apologies again Elf. Thanks for the comment. Too cool)Wanted to kill the girls for their inability to count. Or maybe it's my inability to choreograph ballet music. Got a great compliment from one of the girls when they said that it was cool how I could chorepgraph different styles easily. Some echoed the sentiment. It meant a lot to me....realized that that is a skill not many people have.
I need some serious sleep and some serious getting better DAMN soon.
What a fucking lackluster post.
This entry was posted
on Saturday, September 27, 2003 at 9:30 PM.
You can skip to the end and leave a response.
» Post a Comment