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[Mar. 23rd, 2005|10:34 am]
Whole lotta labia.
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I've been being mostly good. Eating mostly well and mostly exercising when I should. I skipped working out on Monday just because.. well.. because I fucking felt like it, I suppose. I also skipped over the weekend but spending all day Saturday cleaning the basement and then doing my class on Sunday should cover that. Yesterday I went to the gym near the office, reminding myself what a pit the place is and how shower curtains shouldn't be fuzzy. Back to my gym this morning for some time on the treadmill and some time on the elliptical. Good books make it go so much faster.

My weight is down, which is good. I've got my weigh-in tomorrow and unless I fellate a salt-lick or eat my weight in steak I should be ok for a loss. After dropping garlic shrimp on my favorite khakis at the catered lunch last week I've got a fat grease stain on them so my goal is to be into the smaller ones I bought on sale last year. I'm hping for the first weekend in April. We'll see.



So.. yeah.. Two hours of class on Sunday. And my second instructor finally hauled off and said "Why does the dance Nikki choreographed look so much better than the one I choreographed?" And none of us said "Because we hate yours, and so we don't practice it." Instead we came up with a number of other viable excuses including the amout of lateral movement her dance calls for and how you've got people trying to time themselves according to amorphous beats in an weird instrumental section. At eight different points in the song. Anyway. We went through from the beginning and we agreed to four extra hours of class this week. Two hours at a STUPID time on Thursday night, and an extra two hours on Sunday. And frankly when this thing is over in two weeks I'm going to be really fucking happy. I'm done with it. It's cost an arm and a leg for costumes I don't really have any future use for, it's hours practicing moves and choreography I'll never use anywhere else in my dancing life, and I have never had any desire to be a performer so the idea of wearing an outfit I don't like to do a dance I can't stand for 700 people? Not so much with the happy happy fun fun.

The only good news is that the ass-rapingly inconvenient time on Thursday leaves me enough time to catch about half of the tribal drop-in class so I won't feel quite so much like this thing is eating my life.

Plus, Saturday morning Caitlin and I are heading out a series of workshops, and that'll be fun. Mostly I'm just tired. And also? If I can whine for just one more second? My instructor on Sunday nights? Has cats. I'd bet on it. I'd also bet that when she gets home she drops her bag of veils by the door and just leaves it there until the next time she's heading out for class. I'd also bet that her cats sleep in the bag. Because three minutes into practicing her dance my eyes are puffy, my nose is running, and my head stuffs up. Grr.


I'm not much with the good mood today. A lot of it is the weather. It's rainy and cold and gross here and I'm feeling like when the clouds roll back it's going to be high summer and humid and I will have missed all the wonderful Spring of it all. The rest of it is just being in a funky mood. Matt got reprimanded at work today for a couple of somethings that I knew he eventually would and I'm having a hard time being sympathetic when my response is more like "Why are you surprised?" And a project at work is now 8 days overdue. So I'm a bit in a funk, but not an irreperable one.

I'll tell you this, though. I'd sell my left tit to be home, curled up on the couch with a bag of jellybeans, Captain Tightpantsm, and my fuzzy blanket. That's all I want for it. It's a nice tit. I think that's a fair trade. Couch, blanket, jellybeans, Tightpants. And.. y'know.. maybe a little cash. $3.50 sounds about right, doesn't it?
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[User Picture]From: magickalmolly
2005-03-23 03:41 pm (UTC)
I guess I don't understand... why are you putting so much time and money into a performance that you don't want to participate in?

And really, I think you should keep the tit where it is. It goes so nicely with the right one.
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-03-23 03:46 pm (UTC)
When we started this process I had my doubts but it sounded fun and the instructors gave the impression that the costumes would be cheaper. Plus, I've seen them dance together and I liked their choreography. I've been mildly irked for a couple of weeks and then last week just hit my limit on it. Most of the class is college students so a lot of the time the group communication is geared towards their behavior and communication skills.. which means that even though the comments might not be directed at me I feel I'm being lectured at. Blech.

But by now the dance is choreographed for a specific number of people, the checks have been cashed, and I like the other dance just fine.. so I'm doing it.. but it's over on the 8th, and I'm damned glad of it.

Oh Molly, I hate listening to myself whine. I just checked the weather and it's due to be rainy and gloomy for another straight week. :( I have to go to the post office at lunch and I think I'm going to hit the store and buy myself flowers. Tulips maybe.. or daffodils.
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[User Picture]From: magickalmolly
2005-03-23 04:01 pm (UTC)
I understand where you're coming from. I had a similiar experience with the class/troupe I was in. No one ever wanted to practice. We'd show up on a Saturday, and most of the other ladies would just faff around or claim "I know it already". It's ridiculiously difficult to rehearse a dance for 8 people when only 3 are actually rehearsing. And they were surprised when I left. The troupe leader begged me to stay, but I told her I was tired of being the only competent one.

You should see if anyone would be interested in buying your costume from you after the performance.

I know baby, but it's good to get it out every now and again. And I think buying yourself some flowers is a lovely idea. Something bright and springish. And be sure to tuck one between those lovely tits. ;D
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-03-23 04:08 pm (UTC)
And the worst of it is that even though her tone rankles me, I'm just as bad as the others about not knowing the dance. I forget huge sections of it. Thankfully we're going through it from the beginning and stopping at each trouble spot like we should have been a month ago and maybe when I'm better at it I won't hate it so much. But, and you'll feel my pain on this one, the woman next to me is seriously uncoordinated and keeps smacking me in the head accidentally. *sigh*

I'm selling the costume on ebay, absolutely. At least part of it. We don't even get them until tomorrow night so I'm not quite sure what I'm in for yet. :) Thankfully we're sequin and beaded-fringe free. ;)

Daffodils, I think. I love them. You remind me of them, have I ever told you that? You did a meme once that was "Put up a picture that reminds you of me." and I put up a field of daffodils. Because you do.
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[User Picture]From: magickalmolly
2005-03-23 04:24 pm (UTC)

*totally copies trickeh, tra la*

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[User Picture]From: wilfulcait
2005-03-23 03:54 pm (UTC)
J was the same way about the weather this morning -- I told him I don't mind it, it reminds me of Ireland. It's that nice soaking rain, and when it's over and the sun comes out everything will be fluorescent green.
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-03-23 03:57 pm (UTC)
Which was what I was hoping for.. only to find out that the sun isn't due back until next Tuesday. Which is a long time to wait. And mostly I'm irritated with just about everyone and I'm tired. It's going to be all I can do to keep my internal censor screwed in today, y'know?

Blech.

How does your new dance top fit?
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[User Picture]From: slightlytricky
2005-03-23 03:59 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-03-23 04:01 pm (UTC)
My boss is like "Are you crying?" And I'm like "no."
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[User Picture]From: slightlytricky
2005-03-23 04:04 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-03-23 04:09 pm (UTC)
Huge bundles of them.. Oh Chelle.. how wonderful!
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From: starfishchick
2005-03-23 04:00 pm (UTC)
Glad to see you. You should know that you owe me a new keyboard - I snarfed tea all over mine when I read this: I've got my weigh-in tomorrow and unless I fellate a salt-lick or eat my weight in steak I should be ok for a loss.
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-03-23 04:01 pm (UTC)
The salt-lick likes it when I do that thing with my tongue. ;)
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From: starfishchick
2005-03-23 04:11 pm (UTC)
Rawr...
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-03-23 04:12 pm (UTC)
Sadly, he's not so big on me playing with his salt-balls.
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From: starfishchick
2005-03-23 04:16 pm (UTC)
Well, you can't have everything. :)
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[User Picture]From: ravenscathedral
2005-03-23 04:49 pm (UTC)
Well - hugs anyway.... and good thoughst of Carbon Leaf - hey maybe there will be Tightpants there? :)
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[User Picture]From: yellow_oranges
2005-03-23 05:40 pm (UTC)
Hang in there melly. This weather does suck. :(



*hugs*
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