01.05.09
I GOT IN!
AND I got residence and in-state tuition! Yay! I am so thrilled. I also tested right into ENG 111, but will going have to do Math 70, which I am totally fine with. Hey, at least I didn’t have to do 50 or 60, and I knew I would have to do remedial math anyway, since I haven’t done math for like 4 years. So I will be taking 13 credits, math, English, communication and psychology. I start classes Thursday.
The books are bloody expensive of course, and I’ve only gotten for two of the classes yet.
We celebrated with Burger King, my first ever visit to an American Burger King (it was very conveniently located just off campus). I have to say, I think it’s better in Sweden, at least the fries.
I’m watching “Superstars of Dance” with the delicious Michael Flatley hosting. The scoring feels a bit off… No offence.
10.29.08
Oh dear…
I just did something I really shouldn’t have done.
About a year and a half ago, I was in a huge ice show, and the big “hit” number was one where us girls were dressed in these ridiculously skimpy costumes (well, they weren’t skimpy on the 13 year old, but since they made them all the same size, those of us with boobs…. ahem….. they were VERY revealing, and we tried covering them up with nude fabric, but there was still a substantial amount of…. bouncing…). We practiced the routine for probably 6 months, and the song was this super fast thing, where you really couldn’t hear most of it what they say, and the number was based on a dance routine we had done earlier that spring, but seriously “spiced” up for the ice.
For a while now, since I kinda liked the song, I have been thinking of searching for it and seeing if the artist made any other songs in the same style, and try to get my hands on the long, uncut version of the one we skated to. I plugged in a part of the lyrics in google and oh yes, I found the song. But oh dear. I don’t think I really wanted to know what those really fast lyrics really said….. or the part that was cut out…. It’s… um…. very….. suggestive…… Not something small 13-15 year-olds should have danced to. Ever. It’s called “Big Noice from Winnetka”. Judge for yourselves…. Now I suddenly wish I hadn’t gone looking.
09.16.08
Music and Foxtrot!
I’ve found this CD, and I am amazed. It’s…… wonderful. It’s haunting, it’s beautiful, it’s powerful, it has its moments of complete “soundtrackness”, and then some periods when it’s just weird. It’s suited for everyone, there are parts in there that could work for a little tiny Juvenile and things that could suit a Senior, both men and women. It’s the perfect soundtrack, it has something for every style of skater, if you are soft, powerful, melodic, slow, fast, beginner or world champion, it doesn’t matter, it has something for you.
The best part about it is that it’s by a little known composer. I know my way around composers very well, especially when it comes to soundtracks (my last year at Sectionals in Sweden I could sit and just listen to the songs being skated to and could point out “That’s John Williams,” “Alan Silvestri”, “Typical Danny Elfman” and so on. Amanda was rather annoyed with me…), and I only recognized one other movie on his list, so he’s not exactly mainstream (I’ve been trying to get my hands on that other movie’s soundtrack for years, but I’m still unsuccessfull), which suits my purpose fine. I’m not going to let you know what the soundtrack is, because then I’d be letting the cat out of the bag, and it wouldn’t be so rare anymore, and people would find it and skate to it. But Becky darling, I’ve found your new long program (for fall 2010)! *Just kidding*…. (Maybe not…)
About a month ago me and my husband signed up for ballroom classes at the local University, they have ballroom classes twice a week, 12-1pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Today was the first time, and we had a blast! We were only three people there, more had signed up but were unable to show up this first time. The teacher was a small man in his 60’s, and we had a lot of fun learning the foxtrot. I’m already looking forward to Thursday!
It’s raining heavily right now, it’s like a grey wall outside the living room window. I am feeling for some rice cakes, but when i asked my husband to pick some up at the store yesterday, he came home with a bag of mini carrots. Not quite what I was looking for….
08.09.08
Please DO stop the music…
My husband and little girl just had a dance-off in the bedroom. I realized that my hubby dances like a gay guy and D has absolutely no rythm. Now I know why a lot of people thought hubby was gay….
05.12.08
My day
Today I watched a 65 year old man kick my 34-year-old-former-Marine-husband’s ass. Seriously. It was fun. No, seriously, we were at the gym (first time in like 2 months, it went so-so) and one of the guys he does Arnis and Aikido was there. Of course they had to show off some moves. This guy is a Army-Special Forces-Vietnam Veteran. And very good in Aikido. It was very amusing to watch my husband on his knees in the arms of this old guy.
After the gym, we went and eat pizza (I know, totally ruined the point of the workout….) at Bolis. They have the absolute best pizza in town, it’s sooooo good. I haven’t been eating properly for the last weeks since all the medication makes me nauseous on and off all day. So I really wanted something good that I didn’t have to make, and we ended up at Bolis.
Later, I baked mum’s famous “Carmel-cookies” (sorry haven’t got a better explanation about them. They’re called Kolakakor in Swedish). They are very hard to make and neither my grandmother or my brother (or his wife is probably who makes them….) can get them as perfect as my mother makes them. Last time I made them, I screwed up completely and used the wrong kind of cookie sheets. This time, perfection. God they are good. Catie was here as well, which was nice. I haven’t seen her for a while, so it was good to catch up. I’m going to introduce her to Cathy when she comes here. Catie went to design school for clothes design, and she’s apparently very good, though I haven’t seen anything of hers. She’s the sweetest thing. Her fiance is a Marine, so she really gets things that no one else does, which is a relief sometimes.
Right now, my husband is away getting beat up again, he’s away at Aikido. I am watching Dancing With the Stars, the Semifinals, and eating Cherry Sherbet (no more mango for me….). I am rooting for Kristi, but it would be nice if Marissa won, she’s improved the most. I love her energy and the is so much fun!
What am I doing tomorrow? Um, I don’t know. I might go back to the gym, unless it hurts too much. It did hurt coming out of the gym earlier, and I should probably stay away at least until after my appointment Thursday. I should do some writing, I really should. I have some stories on the way, so we’ll see which one I’ll continue on. Only two have a real plot, and one is a children’s book and the other is a normal women’s novel. I also have some skating stories going, but they would never get published, market’s too little. Any ideas anyone?
04.11.08
Hairspray
I am so extremely proud! My husband has managed to get an audition for the local production of Hairspray! If he gets it, and I am convinced he does, he’ll go into rehearsals as early as next week, practicing every night. He’s so excited, and I am too. Just wanted to let the world know….
03.19.08
Wannabee ballerina
I had ballet class today. Oh dear. I was having some problem due to my hip, which I managed to injure this morning during my hour on the Elliptical. I thought it was better, since I skated for an hour this afternoon and even managed to do some jumping, but apparently not. It hurts like hell. We were seven people today in the adult class, which is 3 more then when I started. Neither of the new people are wearing the outfits we are forced to wear. I mean, I know it can seem like a small little insignificant thing, but when you have to squeeze into a black leotard, wear pink tights, pink slippers and put your hair in a bun (none of this very flattering, I might add), you can get a bit cranky.
I really don’t think leotards were made for humans. Maybe size ZERO humans, but I’m not one of them. I mean, I’m not fat in any way, but I do look rather……… um…… voluptuous……… in my black leotard. It is just so lovely since you are in a room where every way you turn there are mirrors, and harsh lighting, and those nice little flabby things that develop on your sides when you put your leg on the high bar….. No wonder a lot of ballerinas go anorexic. It’s hard not to.
I have gained weight since I stopped skating. No a lot, more like five pounds or so and it seems to have positioned itself in two areas. The first is the nice little flabby things we were talking about before, and then…. the boobs. I have never had very large ones (those went to my sister…) but I have always liked them, they were proportioned to the rest of my body. Now, however, they seemed to have grown a couple of sizes over night. It’s rather unnerving, really. I didn’t notice them first, it was my dear husband. We’ll see if they’ll stay this way or not….
I am totally uncoordinated off ice. Totally. I’m a complete klutz as well. All this makes ballet class rather difficult. If I only had to focus on my feet, I might not look like such a complete idiot. But unfortunately, I have to do the arms at the same time…. I’m getting better, very slowly. It doesn’t help that I am used to balance on a thin blade, which has deformed my feet, making it impossible to balance like Allison (my teacher) wants me to. There’s simply no foot or support there. I don’t know how I am going to survive next semester with ballet every single morning…. Hello pain. Hello Galina.
