Showing posts with label ballet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ballet. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Of late birthdays and essays...


Lastnight, I had a late birthday party. 24 of us went to Carluccio's to have a meal and then went to a nasty pub for a drink. The nice pubs were all full, presumably because they are nice, so we ended up in a grothole called The Bathouse, or Bath House or something. It smelled of wee in there. The meal however, did not smell of wee, and for that I was grateful. Overjoyed if you will. I had some sort of spicy pasta, and some icecream. I should have had the ravioli though, because I tried Dan's and it was nicer. E said to me that she had the ravioli "so that she could be just like Bella Swan". It was said in jest though, I assure you. With possible hints of truth. Who knows. Who knows...

I have decided this term to become more dedicated to my ballet classes. I am doing the show this term. Last term I slacked off a bit because I was ill and lazy, but I have had some sudden inspiration. It seemed to come with the satisfying post-class agony I experience in the thighs. I really like it, for some reason. I have decided to stick at it. Maybe one day I will be allowed en pointe, if I carry on after university. It is a long held pipe dream of mine. I quit ballet when I was six, because my friend Grace quit and I wanted to do everything that Grace did. Hmm.

Needless to say, I have been researching everything I can about ballet on the internet, as I usually do when I get into one of my fads. I am needlessly excited. Only problem is, the teacher wants us to start wearing the proper uniform to lessons from now on, and I am super embarrassed in the pink tights. I haven't shaved/waxed my legs since June. I guess I had better get down to removing my extra winter fur layer soon then.

Oooh more excitement is that I am hopefully replacing my very very worn out ibook G4 with a snazzy little netbook. They are so ridiculously cute. I sound silly, getting all squee about a small computer, but the little Dell Minis make me want to urinate with excitement.