I really am not worried about my class’ finals. They’re all relatively easy to me (except Japanese. @_@)
BUT WHY DOES MY TEACHER HAVE TO ASSIGN US 5 PAGE PAPERS?! AGHHHHHHHH DAMN YOU PROCRASTINATION.
I swear, I don’t know what I will do if one of you guys say that choreography is “hip hop”
It’s not hip hop. It won’t be hip hop. You are choreographing to Hip Hop music, yes. But that does not automatically make it a Hip Hop dance style.
Know your stuff before you come up to me with your shallow studio shit and talk down on my culture. Otherwise, go back to your boom-boom Ka’s and your Jordans.
I’m tired
I’m tired of a lot of things. Like when people smoke in front of me, or suddenly go out just to smoke. Like when people leave trash in my car. Like when people talk the talk, but never walk the walk. Like when girls have excessive amounts of perfume, or their perfume smells cheap. Like when I go to work while others are having a good time.
I’m tired of a lot things. But what can I do? It’s only temporary anyways.
Everything on Earth is temporary.
It’s a sad world
It’s a sad world when “Follow your dreams” just does not cut it. Once we follow our dreams, we have to keep in mind the question of whether or not our dreams are stable enough to provide enough income.
So I guess the 2012 version of the phrase should be: Follow your dreams if your dreams will make your rich. Otherwise, keep your day job.
I hate Long Distance Relationships.. Yet it seems like almost all my relationship opportunities are long distance T^T
Bruised knees and sore hips. Worn shoes and thinned pants. Callused hands and a sharp mind. Blood, sweat, and tears.
In the end of the day, dancing still brings a big smile on my face.
