Day 3: Welcome to America!

Today is the day for funny stories, I do believe.

I just came back from a trip where i visited a German-style town, and quite frankly, I never wanted to leave. Though who would, with that sort of view? And then of course, all the pretty German words. Strasse, strasse, strasse... love that word.

Anyway, on our last day there we decided to eat at this place up to its ears in alcohol and meat and everything. We sat at a table sort of close to the bar, and thus were able to gather a few funny stories, this being the best one:

There are only two girls working at this place, and one girl (the brown haired one), comes down carrying a huge crate of drinking glasses and says, "There are two other guys back there, and they made me carry this down!"

Then the other guy nearby just snorts and says, "Welcome to America."

....Is it just one of those stories where you had to be there?

But wait! I never another from my fifth period History class!

I sat next to two of the most unintentionally hilarious people in the world this school year. They were a girl and a boy, and best friends. I wish I could have recorded all their conversations, because they were a great bunch. The only one I can really remember is when they made up a new word, this word being Vargus.

The word is actually the last name of a kid at our school, but they turned it into an adjective on the spot. For the rest of the year, at certain intervals, they would say, "That was totally vargus."

And then there was the fact that during the historical videos we watched, whenever particularly intense music started playing in the video, they'd play the "air violin" with really serious looks on their faces.

...Teenagers make me laugh. :D

Day Two: Good Old Ballet!

I have so much math homework on my hands right now, but my entire view of this situation is, "Pssh, who cares about math! My performance is tomorrow!"

Inside my head right now I'm doing a funny sort of happy dance. Of course, tomorrow I know I'll be nervous, but... I'll swim around in this joy until the nervousness comes. And does anyone else out there experiance that odd sensation where, just as you're about to go onstage, you completely forget your entire routine? Just nerves, I suppose. This is me mid-way through some sort of dance move... kinda hard to tell what it is at this angle. The black and white with some color on me is courtesy of Picnik.com... Gotta love Picnik!

It always feels like my recitals are the days that summer finally gets to begin...Shame it's been raining for the last two weeks!

Day 1-- Explanations

So.
Here I am again.

This is actually my third blog, the others being the ones that I didn't have enough dedication to continue. So let me say a bit about myself:
I am a ballet dancer
I'm a writer
I have a dorky taste in music and movies

And I think that pretty much sums it up. I'm young yet, and still trying to figure out what I want to do when I'm older... though I would love to be a world-famous children's book author/ballet dancer. :D

So, now for a few explanations. To see if I can commit to anything, I'm going to write in this blog for 500 days. Not 500 days straight, but at least 500 blog posts (what else have I to do during the summer?). And in these 500 days I will...
1. Write hilarious stories I hear from my friends at school
2. Give some ballet talk
3. Try not to bore all my readers like I seemed to have in my last two blogs. :)

See you around!