1. So, um, about that hip hop class. I’m not taking it anymore.
Wait, what? Bethany, self-professed hip hop dancing extraordinaire who took up a whole paragraph of Tuesday’s post talking about her excitement over hip hop isn’t taking it anymore?? How could this possibly be? Is the world coming to an end?
Now, now, faithful followers. Let’s not get crazy.
I’m not taking hip hop because I was persuaded after class to transfer to Breakdancing. Because duh. Have you seen me?
Yes, yours truly is fast on her way to becoming a b-girl. (Although, really, I’d say I already am a B-girl…because my name’s Bethany…and I’m a girl…get it? I’ll be here all night, folks!) After a mere hour, I now know how to top rock (although apparently I knew how to do that before, I just didn’t realize it had a name), 6-step, and pose (as in, balance my entire weight on my triceps, not just stand there and look cool. I think we all know that I already had that down to a science). AND cartwheel. You guys. We got to do cartwheels in class on Tuesday. You know the last time I did a cartwheel? Neither do I. Probably 10+ years ago.
Don’t worry, y’all. When I win season 10 of So You Think You Can Dance this summer, I’ll be sure to mention all of you in my tearful victory speech.
2. All right, fine, you caught me. I’m only kind of not taking hip hop. At this moment in time, I’m technically registered for both hip hop and breakdancing. I’m not opposed to taking both classes, and in fact I’d kind of like to take both classes, but I didn’t originally plan on paying for two classes, since, you know, I originally planned on taking one class. This entire hip hop vs. breakdancing situation is about 10 bazillion times more complicated than I expected it to be. Fortunately I have until next Monday to make up my mind about what I want to do without losing all of my $$, but given my indecisive nature when it comes to things like this, I’d be surprised if I had my mind made up by that point. I’ve always been that person who, when told, “You have option A or option B. Pick one,” opted to go for option C: all of the above, and no, I don’t care that that wasn’t one of the choice, thank you very much.
3. I HATE THIS. SO MUCH.
Yeah, yeah, I know it’s supposed to get cold on Sunday, it’ll feel like winter again soon, tra la la, WHATEVER. If I wanted to live in perma-March from October through April, I would’ve moved to Seattle, not Chicago. I want cold and snow and temperatures I can count to on my frost-bitten fingers because that’s when I think January, none of this “clear sidewalk” and “above freezing” business.
Have you ever done something you never would have imagined you’d do? Like, say, take a breakdancing class? I originally planned on waxing philosophical about all of this in today’s Thursday Things, but then I didn’t. We’ll save that for another post.
What’s your favorite type of weather? It definitely varies by season for me, though “boiling hot” never makes the list. I’m a big fan of bone-chilling blizzards in the winter, 50s-60s in the spring/fall, and nothing above 85 in the summer. I’m so demanding.