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The ballroom studio and I are no more.

No more "quick quick slows" and unpaid late Friday nights, and no more laughing with Rainman and his shimmies and shakes. I tried to adjust myself to the lifestyle required, and tried to get more lessons to up my pay check, but this sort of choking feeling started to take hold, and I felt like I was stuck, and I wasn't happy. I was hungry. Because I never got home before 10:00pm and was too tired to cook and eat. I missed relaxing and watching TV, and spending more time with my family and boyfriend, and wanted more time for chatting on the phone with my friends I miss so much.

And then the choking feeling was replaced with some hope, after I was offered a job with a new pharmacy business.

I thought quitting the studio was going to be a long, drawn out process, and I was scared poop-less to tell my manager. But I told her, and it wasn't bad, and they sent me home that day with a cleared schedule. Quick and painless, like a Band Aid.

Working there had it's up's, and I'm glad I did it, because I really wanted to be a ballroom instructor for a long time. I got to experience it, and even if it was short lived, I still did it!

So now I'm trying out the regular working world, and it's been a bit overwhelming some days, (yesterday), but today it was much better. I complain, but only because that's what I do sometimes, when really I know stretching myself further and further is only helping me. Yesterday my manager was "testing my temper", and I left work feeling incompetent and frustrated. Today was a better day, and I'm home now feeling accomplished, and hopeful.

What a difference a day makes.

Ignoring the football on TV

And doing this instead...

Uh Thank You Very Much!

Pete changed his blog name from petegrein.tumblr.com to "The Daily Grein". I just wanted to claim credit on this even though he doesn't remember when I suggested just that very name for his blog. But I did. 

So, you know, just for the record...

Cupeth Overfloweth

I want my life back. I'm at the studio 54 (!!!!!) hours this week. I go many nights in a row without eating dinner because when I get home I don't exactly feel like cooking, and I'm usually rushing over to The Boyfriend's House or rushing to try and fit any kind of activity in the very few hours of free time I have. I've been wayyy more emotional than I'm used to, (Hi, I cried like four times yesterday), and I'm completely out of touch with my friends. I haven't talked to my sister Coral in a long time either, and she's off on some wild honey mood adventure across the country and I'm out of the loop and feel sad.

My best friend Whitney and I sent each other TWO emails recently, catching up on A LOT of missed time, and after noticing how very long they were, I copied and pasted them into word just out of curiosity and.... SEVEN PAGES LONG. Two emails! And we were nearly skimming the surface of all our recent events. This is not acceptable. Something's gotta give.

Somehow I made it through my day...

I knew yesterday, that today was set to be a doozy, but did I prepare myself? Ha, right... I got home from work last night, and could have prepared my lessons for today then, got all the combinations and the music ready, but you see, I needed my Boyfriend Time. Boyfriend time is very important to me because if Jamie was without Boyfriend Time, Jamie really would go insane, if she hasn't already (Hi third person!). And Boyfriend Time lately means that I do not go home until the next day, which when you factor in Coffee Time, means I get home just a couple hours before I need to leave for work. Couple of hours = not enough time to prepare three very involved dance classes. Hence all the hair pulling and near tear moments earlier this morning.

In addition to these three very involved dance classes I have the ballroom studio to think about as well. Progress check Friday, showcase on Saturday (still don't know what I'm wearing as costumes), and 18 lessons to prepare for my week. I've never stretched myself so far before, never had to make commitments, so thinking commitments were a breeze, I booked myself full. And I'm about to be fuller.

As long as I can still fit in that Boyfriend Time, I'll be Okay. I just wish I had Friend Time too(Sorry Whit for not answering gmail chat, was mid-breakdown and time crunched!). Dinner Time would be good too, and Time For Spending Money That Does Not Need To Be Spent On Bills (I wish the time even existed sometimes for me)...the list could continue all night.

Officially Out of Touch with MTV

I am officially old, and kicked out of "cool girl" status.

(who am I kidding, I've been kicked out for years now)

I watched a little of the VMAs last night, initially to catch Britney Spears, wondering if she was going to suck balls as bad as she did last year. They hyped her "performance" up so much, and she comes on stage to say two words, and that's it? Are we supposed to be thrilled that she can go on stage and make it through 30 seconds of talking without slurring her words, or using an accent, or falling asleep mid sentence?

Wow! Good Job Britney, you did it! Here's a Special Persons Award.


Few more questions from the half hour that I sat through...

Who was this guy?

WTF? The hair? The pants? Have we time traveled back to 80's hair band days?

Maybe I should know who he is, really I don't recognize anyone "famous" anymore, but the audience didn't seem to know who he was either. There's nothing worse than that awkward silence you hear after a bad joke, it makes me feel all skweemy (like that word don't ya) inside and I don't like it.

And who are these boys?

And why do I have a sudden urge to smack some puppies and watch Sesame Street? Word Of The Day today kids is LAME!!!

How did this one not get his ass kicked here? Although he does look more than a little nervous. Real life Monsters?!?! He'll never sleep again.

I know I'm probably just really old, and so NOT cool anymore, but really? I think I'm much happier living on this side of reality.

Possibly the Best Playlist ever created.

Every week I have a new "theme" for our Cardio class. This week the theme was "Kickin' it Old School". And for your enjoyment I have the playlist here, via video, because the songs always sound better when you can watch the sweet dance moves to match (many of which were used in our class last night...of course!).

Fun Stuff.