i'm listening to my roommate's remix of song to the siren...has way too many doodads in it for my taste. gimme a capella! oh! yay, no one's home! *dances, slowly, arms in the air* ha! i'm dancing and i look silly but youuuu can't see. *thumbs nose*
got a call from max tonight. didn't expect it. it was a more detailed version of the "why max should stay in school" speech. he's changed now. better concept of "real". i think i won though. *looks about right pleased with herself*
and now i have the apartment to myself. the way it should be. and goddamn it feels good. i've got my music blaring and i'm dancing and i can write and i can sing and this is how i like things. i wore my fishnets/short skirt getup for the first time in berkeley today. got a little too much attention from certain people.
had a good russian class today even. there were only 5 people there. counting myself, that is. amaaaazing. very fun, and i felt like i was doing well at "um-ing" in russian words while thinking. i even spoke loud enough for renee to hear me across the room. in russian! haaa! me! who ever would've believed that. yesss much more comfy with small groups.
ahhh dancing is so good. loud music is sooo good. i wish i had someone to dance with me, then again, i dance so strangely, i'm not sure anyone could dance with me. julia [ex-girlfriend #...i forgot] always bitched about it because she could never figure out what part of the music i danced with. i've got a guess that i dance with the bass line mainly because it maintains such stability it's easier for the sort of movements i do when i'm not doing something rehearsed. then there was the fact that julia danced from her shoulders and after all of those salsa lessons, i'm definitely about moving from the hips to feet. but it's a sort of indecent dance--really best for lapdances and impractical for anything else--i'm not sure it fits any definition of sexy outside of the context of a strip club/bedroom...because i don't dance fast, really. slow and graceful i guess. it's kind of like the iron law of sophistication when applied to acheron:
it's difficult for me to look trashy. maybe even impossible.
i've been stuck in trashy clothes (i've attended many a rocky horror show) and complete prostitute makeup, but even in the full prostitute getup...there still is this strange element of aristocracy...or at least of being a high class whore. i think it might apply to dance too...it's hard for me to drop the grace/rigidity...it's one of the reasons i wasn't great at swing...people'd mistake me for an instructor because i was just that extra bit too graceful about it...didn't have that jangly quality swing-based dancers get. (they'd take me for a ballet-trained instructor doing swing)
and now i'm gonna do silly dances to placebo and brush my teeth because dental hygiene is my new favoritest thing.
got a call from max tonight. didn't expect it. it was a more detailed version of the "why max should stay in school" speech. he's changed now. better concept of "real". i think i won though. *looks about right pleased with herself*
and now i have the apartment to myself. the way it should be. and goddamn it feels good. i've got my music blaring and i'm dancing and i can write and i can sing and this is how i like things. i wore my fishnets/short skirt getup for the first time in berkeley today. got a little too much attention from certain people.
had a good russian class today even. there were only 5 people there. counting myself, that is. amaaaazing. very fun, and i felt like i was doing well at "um-ing" in russian words while thinking. i even spoke loud enough for renee to hear me across the room. in russian! haaa! me! who ever would've believed that. yesss much more comfy with small groups.
ahhh dancing is so good. loud music is sooo good. i wish i had someone to dance with me, then again, i dance so strangely, i'm not sure anyone could dance with me. julia [ex-girlfriend #...i forgot] always bitched about it because she could never figure out what part of the music i danced with. i've got a guess that i dance with the bass line mainly because it maintains such stability it's easier for the sort of movements i do when i'm not doing something rehearsed. then there was the fact that julia danced from her shoulders and after all of those salsa lessons, i'm definitely about moving from the hips to feet. but it's a sort of indecent dance--really best for lapdances and impractical for anything else--i'm not sure it fits any definition of sexy outside of the context of a strip club/bedroom...because i don't dance fast, really. slow and graceful i guess. it's kind of like the iron law of sophistication when applied to acheron:
it's difficult for me to look trashy. maybe even impossible.
i've been stuck in trashy clothes (i've attended many a rocky horror show) and complete prostitute makeup, but even in the full prostitute getup...there still is this strange element of aristocracy...or at least of being a high class whore. i think it might apply to dance too...it's hard for me to drop the grace/rigidity...it's one of the reasons i wasn't great at swing...people'd mistake me for an instructor because i was just that extra bit too graceful about it...didn't have that jangly quality swing-based dancers get. (they'd take me for a ballet-trained instructor doing swing)
and now i'm gonna do silly dances to placebo and brush my teeth because dental hygiene is my new favoritest thing.
rubbersoul:
You know there are worse fates than forever looking like Grace Kelly slumming amongst the muck & mire of a Rocky Horror culture. Thank your lucky stars for good bone structure and a haughty attitude. I suspect it will serve you well, my dear.