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newlifeinstpaulYou know, my Wednesday has blossomed into the sort of day I'd like to have every day.
My second week of "What the FUNK?!?!?" class was a good one. You know, once I got done gazing at my own navel, I realized about 50% of everybody walks around looking lost and confused in that class. It's surreal to find myself telling girls around me to hang in there while I've been in class how long now?
Our teacher is a frustrated choreographer who seems to enjoy breaking students will during warmups, much less the week's routine. I love her. MORE. More NOW, you sadistic freak!
From there it was off to the People's Open Mic at Lula's...where I ran into SistaGurl and her mean-looking attorney buddy. Buddy girl and the guy who works behind the counter took turns beating my ass at Dominoes while Sista ironed out some things with her new boyfriend. Felt good to pack up the lappy and interact.
Feels even better to kick ass at this job. It's almost as if I've awakened from a long sleep and realized that this gig is child's play. Hell, if I can knock off a psych analysis, ortho or internal medicine's even easier--within the very narrow context of my particular criteria, anyway.
Anyway, some Myspace gal's B-Day thing tonight, the Job #2 gang Friday night and Da Babies for the weekend.
I almost don't wanna say 'life's good' for fear I'd jinx it.
My second week of "What the FUNK?!?!?" class was a good one. You know, once I got done gazing at my own navel, I realized about 50% of everybody walks around looking lost and confused in that class. It's surreal to find myself telling girls around me to hang in there while I've been in class how long now?
Our teacher is a frustrated choreographer who seems to enjoy breaking students will during warmups, much less the week's routine. I love her. MORE. More NOW, you sadistic freak!
From there it was off to the People's Open Mic at Lula's...where I ran into SistaGurl and her mean-looking attorney buddy. Buddy girl and the guy who works behind the counter took turns beating my ass at Dominoes while Sista ironed out some things with her new boyfriend. Felt good to pack up the lappy and interact.
Feels even better to kick ass at this job. It's almost as if I've awakened from a long sleep and realized that this gig is child's play. Hell, if I can knock off a psych analysis, ortho or internal medicine's even easier--within the very narrow context of my particular criteria, anyway.
Anyway, some Myspace gal's B-Day thing tonight, the Job #2 gang Friday night and Da Babies for the weekend.
I almost don't wanna say 'life's good' for fear I'd jinx it.
