4.29.08 v.1

my dance class is taking over my mind and body.  i actually have some stuff to do and i can’t stop dancing in my chair.  it doesn’t help that i’ve got britney pumping through my speakers.  oh well.

i just did the only thing a girl can do in a situation like this.  go to the bathroom, wait for it to be in the clear, lock herself in the handicap stall…

and dance like there’s no tomorrow.

don’t tell me i shouldn’t be hogging up the handicap stall.  clearly, there’s something wrong with me, so this seems perfectly acceptable.