2004-08-24

Looking Down at My Feet



Pedicure Time!

What Time is IT?

Tendu Point, Lift and Stretch.
Suck in that gut and SMILE!

Then I look down at my butchered toenails.

Having to squeeze into my 1/2 size too small tap shoes a few weeks ago left them looking like I had walked on hot coals.

Uhh Ohhh.. What do ya know, each Big Toe has a Lighting Bolt Shaped Red Polish in the center that I forgot to take off last night. Not to mention my ashy feet need scrubbing... UGHHHHH

There is just no mercy for the Summertime Crispy Creme Belly. Well, that's what my modern dance teacher said to the class today as she glanced directly into my eyes.

She reminds me of that "FAME" instructor Debbie Allen. All she needs is one of those Big Sticks! Yelling just Like Her...

WELL, Your Gonna PAY for It NOW!!!


As she commenced to torturing us with agonizing slow paced *pleadings. (*Pleadings - a Martha Graham dance style of Sit Up. Done in 16 orchestrated counts.)

I Didn't Realize My Belly was Bouncing, Ever-So-Be-It.. Even though I had on my girdled tights and Super Sized T-shirt with sweatshirt consealing my Double Bumm Bootay. Today was NOT a CUTE Day. Here was an air of deception that No Donut could have caused such a Disgrace. No No NOoooo... It Was da PIZZA!

My Ballet instructor was EVER so Gracious.. she just kinda looked at the size of my boobies, thought for a split second that I was truely blessed. Then WOOPS, wouldn't ya know it My Belly Jiggled which made my Boobies Clap with Glee in perfect sequence to the pianists rhythmn. She looked over at me with a sigh of pity. Contemplating what it would be like to have boobies the size of ones head! Afterall she was stressed being her First Day back on Campus and she just didn't feel like being there, I could tell.

Afterwards I performed a heart chakra meditation prayer with massage. She was relieved of some pressure and admitted to being happy to see me back in class no matter what shape I was in!

I'm Happy to Report that I wasn't the ONLY Gut in the Crowd.

By the time I got to my
AVID digital editing class,
I kept wondering...

What was I thinking taking a 9am class.

Maybe it wasn't because I was there at 9am, nor that I left the campus at 5pm. But that when I looked around there was Nowhere to rest or lay my weary head in-between the 1pm and 2pm fitness center and lunch slot. Even though I found a dusty mite ridden couch between the Diego Rivera Theater and the Vocal Sound Proof rooms. Thought about it for a sec, then wait... TIMES UP!
Fee Fi Fo Fum... Off To Class I GO!

Thank goodness I don't have to work tonight. Somehow the thought of Cheese has made me ponder the taste of Metamucil!

Audition for Master's Program
this Weekend

Fortunately I can work on my Audition routine in the Choreography Class on Thursday. Using them as guinea pigs will save me the criticism. This is what I planned anyway's.