I am 25 years old and have been dancing for 21 years in the mid-atlantic region. I stopped for a few years in college, but before I stopped, I had reached championship level.
So now I find myself in the awkward position of coming back into a level of competition where no one else stopped dancing. My stamina is down, my turnout... well, that was never that great to begin with. So I have a lot of work cut out for me.
Let the journey begin.
I JUST WALKED INTO MY ROOM AND PUT DOWN MY STUFF FOR A SECOND AND NOTICED A HUGE ASS WASP WAS CRAWLING ON MY PILLOW WHAT DO I DO I JUST RAN OUT OF MY ROOM AND LEFT EVERYTHING INSIDE I HAVE TO POST THIS FROM MOBLE JESUS CHRIST WTF HOW DID IT GET IN MY HOUSEE HOW DO I GET MY STUFF
I HAVE GOTTEN NO HELP ITS STULL FUCKING UP THERE AND I CANT GET MY SKETCHBOOK OR MY LAPTOP BECAUSE OF A GODDAMN WASP HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE NOW I CAN NEVER SLEEP IN MY BED AGAIN
A prerequisite for any significant other in my book is that they are not afraid to kill/dispose of any insectoid/arachnid creature that gives me the heebie jeebies
So, around st Patrick’s day, I woke up and heard a treble reel coming from the other room. Incredibly confused, I lept out of bed, and found my boy friend’s kids watching The Luck Of The Irish. Simultaneously the best and worst movie ever.
Boyfriend: what are you looking at?
Me: world’s results. It’s in London this year- wish I could have gone.
Bf: where is it next year?
Me: Montreal. I’ll probably drive up there to see it. I’ve never seen the worlds before.
Bf: well… What do they do? Is it the same as that other one we went to? (The oireachtas)
Me: well… Yeah… But bigger… And more… Idk, you’d have to be a dancer