Go for what ya know...

So I took Jenny-kins' class today (she's an awesome teacher, but just to shy to admit it), and I am glad I did. It made me really happy because it was so much fun. Something I needed right now. We finished up a bomb routine that she began to develop last week, and it was really cool to see it go through fruition. There were certain parts of the routine that she was totally proud of. In particular, when everyone got down of the floor and busted out their best b-boy/b-girl routine. Major props! Everyone was all insync and it looked great. It's little things like that in dance that you tend to appreciate so much, because at least people are trying. Even if they can't get all the foot movements together, they shift left when they should have veered to the right, it's still all good. I'm glad Jenny-kins is my dance buddy... it makes things easier.

I am really juiced now about teaching a class this summer. Hopefully if things are all in order, I can do it. I'll keep ya posted.

Quick note: K-Swiss shoes are good dancing shoes. Sketchers are second. They have a lot of give and are pretty comfortable.

After class, I went to Joy's. They are having a moving sale, and this girl can't pass up blue and gold apparel for shittttt! My head was spinning with all the Oski madness before me. They even have shirts for different majors... too bad there are no ISF ones... but what do you expect for an "unreal" major, eh? Anywho, the folks there are really nice. The guy is gonna order a t-shirt that I really want... heehee, coolness I tell ya. After I left the store, I ran into the owner again at Tako Sushi and he gave me a pound. What a relief. I say that because whenever I go into stores, I'm always wondering who's watching me? Who thinks I'm gonna swipe shit? Are they gonna bug me about a bag check? Are they gonna repeatedly ask me if I need help? This shit happens constantly. I really don't like going to the Walgreens by my house. It's bad enough they don't have shit, but it's even worse the fact that they have to relay information via walkie-talkies about suspicious persons (i.e. moi) in the gift card aisle. Not to say that anyone isn't hard up enough to go to the extreme to rip off an ass load of gift cards to peddle on the street (believe me, there are some), but c'mon?!?! How many frickin' years have I been coming to this place?!?! They know my mom for goodness sake... the smack down from her would be much worse than any criminal punishment. But I digress. It's just shitty that a constant exposure to situations like this fosters a sensitivity and anxiety towards an action that shouldn't be such a big deal. So thank you Joy's owner for cutting a sistah a break.