ho ho ho.
hey dudes.
practical update:
--just finished the first semester of my phD; only three more semesters of coursework to go
--then oh well have to write my dissertation
--then i'll be a doctor. first SG with a doctorate? does something not make sense?
--if you are one of my students, please don't publicly acknowledge your discovery of my internet porn gig.
otherwise:
--i've been dancing at an amazing studio. it's mad expensive, so over this xmas break i have been in a self-induced "dance camp" in order to maximize my investment. I'm dancing two to three hours daily, leaving the studio soaking wet, and also, getting more and more badass at my killer dance routines.
--i haven't wanted to admit it, but I may love one of my dogs more than the other.
--i'm taking two courses next semester that will directly contribute to my diss.--a southern lit course and a faulkner course. by the way my focus is southern american lit.
--hell yeah, i just got the SG yoga pants in the mail today, which i will be wearing to said dance studio.
funny story:
the other night, two teenage girls show up at my hip hop fluidity class. they are all dressed up--leotards, legwarmers with pom-poms, pigtails. they move to the front row. i immediately disparage these girls, think, oh they come to dance just so they can play dress-up. as usual, the choreography is difficult and exhausting. the girls do not dance like christina or britney. they can't get it. they fumble. forty minutes into the hour-long class, they flee the studio. one girl covers her face as she runs out. ha ha, teenage dress-up cheerleaders. you can't hang.
funnier story:
is why i take such pleasure at the ineptitude and subsequent humiliation of teenage dress-up cheerleaders
answer that and stay fashionable.
love luz.
hey dudes.
practical update:
--just finished the first semester of my phD; only three more semesters of coursework to go
--then oh well have to write my dissertation
--then i'll be a doctor. first SG with a doctorate? does something not make sense?
--if you are one of my students, please don't publicly acknowledge your discovery of my internet porn gig.
otherwise:
--i've been dancing at an amazing studio. it's mad expensive, so over this xmas break i have been in a self-induced "dance camp" in order to maximize my investment. I'm dancing two to three hours daily, leaving the studio soaking wet, and also, getting more and more badass at my killer dance routines.
--i haven't wanted to admit it, but I may love one of my dogs more than the other.
--i'm taking two courses next semester that will directly contribute to my diss.--a southern lit course and a faulkner course. by the way my focus is southern american lit.
--hell yeah, i just got the SG yoga pants in the mail today, which i will be wearing to said dance studio.
funny story:
the other night, two teenage girls show up at my hip hop fluidity class. they are all dressed up--leotards, legwarmers with pom-poms, pigtails. they move to the front row. i immediately disparage these girls, think, oh they come to dance just so they can play dress-up. as usual, the choreography is difficult and exhausting. the girls do not dance like christina or britney. they can't get it. they fumble. forty minutes into the hour-long class, they flee the studio. one girl covers her face as she runs out. ha ha, teenage dress-up cheerleaders. you can't hang.
funnier story:
is why i take such pleasure at the ineptitude and subsequent humiliation of teenage dress-up cheerleaders
answer that and stay fashionable.
love luz.
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taye:
I'm bummed I couldn't come there too! I look forward to seeing you soon though. Thanks for the invite.
dinah:
What are you doing your dissertation on?