Anyways, back to my gross outfit. The reason why I haven't changed is because I am not 17 and I do not have the energy to do so after attending my first dance class in six years. Ya, ya, ya, I get it I am young... but I have an old lady body. An old lady body that has not broken into a sweat for upwards of maybe two years. When I was in high school my friends and I (Shout out to Brittney and Abby) used to dance for upwards of three hours a night, four days a week. At that time I would also come home from school and eat half a pack of oreos, half a sleeve of wheat thins, and if allowed a package of dill cream cheese - in one sitting. The other half was usually eaten by Brittney and if Abby showed up we would divided everything into thirds and then polish off a case of coke. I am not saying I can't do that anymore its just that you can't buy oreos here and my thighs just don't react in the same way they used to.
Either way, I think I might go back once a week it as was actually a lot of fun (even though I don't have the range of motion to do a lot of it) and it helps with my Hungarian (egy, kettö, hárem, négy, öt, hat, hét, nyolc!!! I can count to eight like no one's business). Another thing to add to my list of weekly events - tutoring, Hungarian lessons, choir (haha! I know, right?), pub trivia night, dance, blogging.... I am such a well rounded young lady now please introduce me to someone tall, funny and has the ability to grow a nice beard.
Excuse me now, I have to walk the two feet to the stove where my pot of soup awaits me then crawl to my bed.