…jerks on the bus that use their smartphones to listen to crappy rap music without headphones (or who use headphones but have the music so loud that I can hear it anyway).
Yeah, that’s right dawg, you cool. Yeah, I totally wanted to hear that the entire bus ride.
Sometimes I’m tempted to bring my own iPod and play music right back at them: classical music, or Disney, or musical theatre, or children’s music, or opera, or something else I’ll enjoy that they won’t.
And when they glare at me or say something, I’ll act very innocent and say, “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we were showing each other our favorite music. You mean you don’t want to have my musical interests forced on you just because we happen to be riding the same bus as each other?”
Someday when I snap.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!
And I enjoyed it! Classes are picking up again for spring semester, and even though I’m a grad student, I sing with the undergrad choir at my uni…so it was wonderful to see everyone again!
Also, I had my second tap class again! It’s annoyingly difficult getting back into it again — I was in the top level of my studio when I graduated, but it’s been five years since then and my feet aren’t used to moving so fast! Still, it’s a fun challenge. I love that moment where everything just clicks and it makes sense.
At the end of the hour I was hot and sweaty…and ready to go for an hour more! Unfortunately, we all get kicked out at 8 PM, so…no such luck!
I stopped at the store on my way home. Totally rockin’ the smexy (and by “smexy” I actually mean “old-and-probably-a-few-inches-too-short”) jazz pants, gray moccasins, and blue striped socks. Rawr.
I also picked up Jillian Michael’s 30-Day Shred DVD! I hear it’s intense, but I’m going to give it my best shot! I need to start exercising more regularly than one hour of dance a week, but I’m not quite ready to pay hefty gym membership costs!
Well, that should be all for me tonight. I work in the morning, and the more sleep I get tonight, the more energy I’ll have to deal with all the little chil’ens!
Also, I feel like death.
Well, maybe not like death, but like somebody stuck my head in a vice-grip.
In other news, I have now gone through every single box of kleenex in the household.
So now what? I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to drive anywhere in this condition. Even for something as important as kleenex.
Even for something as important as VICK’S kleenex.
Hey, I think my soup is ready.
Oh no…please, no. Not an awkward freshman crushing on the tutor.
I saw this and all I could think of was:
LUNA: Well maybe next year you’ll be transferred to Pigfarts.
DRACO: You…know about Pigfarts?
LUNA: Yes. There’s an article all about it in this week’s Quibbler. …Would you care to read it with me?
…more alcohol? Or bed?