what a BLAST. dance camp was DAMN DAMN fun i can't believe i kept thinking about not going. i must admit that i kept thinking of ways to try and get out of it-- especially after michelle told me i was supposed to be a group leader, because in cases where i have to interact with people i always do TERRIBLY since i'm a complete social retard-- but i;m really really really glad i went, even though tt meant i didn't get to send darling xf and ning off :(:( haha but oh wellsl.
and, as always, when i promise myself to write stuff at camp, i don't. BLEH. and after four full days of dance-dance-dance-dance (love love love) i can barely remember what went on because my tired foggy mind is fuzzed over and spinning with scraps of half-recalled choreo. we had master classes-- about two of them, each day-- from mon to wed.
and as much as i'd like to wax lyrical about them it s now 4am and i have a terry pratchett book to finish, packing to finalise, and some elusive shuteye to catch.
just one last thing first...
i really think the camp wasn't half-bad at all but i know the comm weren't very pleased... or at least so mich said on like wed night. haiz. the stress on them is tough la but man i think they should be bloody proud of themselves they really do have something to show for their efforts. and the tee design is v v nice! :D it really stands out. i only wish i got a bigger size bleh i never know what size to get cos i swim in m and suffocate in s. but i digress.
as you can tell my thoughts are wandering. my mind is in this fug (as in bad air, not the lousicated spelling of fuck) of headachy weariness and i am sick as a dog. at least the cold didn't take during camp.
but oh, my head, my head.
hopefully it'll magically disappear in 3 hours' time i'm downing generous doses of awfully bitter concoctions in the hope that it will!
can't read my can't read my no he can't read my poke face