I went to hip hop class last night. I wish I could say that I owned everyone in the class (teacher included) but I can’t. I totally choked. At the end of class, the instructor asked me to come to her intro class. At least she wasn’t mean like this one instructor who, while eating a Slim Jim, exclaimed to me, “I don’t know why you can’t get it.” Well, probably because you’re trying to teach me while eating a disgusting stick of butt meat. Also, I was wearing Vans and they have vulcanized soles which were sticking to the floor thus preventing me from spinning. I didn’t realize this shoe problem till the end of class when my friend, Nancy said she was having the same problem. Luckily for her she was in the back corner where no one was looking.
I don’t know why I always end up in front as if I’ve got the skills to bust out. Last night I started up front but then towards the middle of class, as an acknowledgement to my failure, I bolted to the back.
I went home a little dejected. But then I watched America’s Best Dance Crew and became inspired all over again. One of these days I’m going to bring it to the streets and pop it and lock it.
Another thing that lifted my spirits when I got home was seeing that my Zooey Deschanel CD had arrived. She & Him, Volume One. It’s amazing. So great.

I’ve always been a big fan of hers even many years ago when my sister and I watched her on Letterman not knowing who she really was but wanting to instantly be friends with her. Letterman asked her what she did for fun and she said that she enjoyed anonymously mailing her friends pictures of Angela Lansbury. “What a kindred spirit!” we thought. We too enjoyed (and still do) sending people surprises through the mail. When younger, while following our mother’s lead, we would cut out pictures of our realtor and make major adjustments to his face like drawing mustaches, blacking out his teeth, giving him makeup and once…we drew a Chinaman’s hat on his head. Then we would anonymously mail these works of art to the receptionist at his office.




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March 22, 2008 at 3:58 pm
Kiala
There is so much bouncing in hip hop. I took a class about ten years ago and I gave up about five minutes into it.
I’m just not street, I guess.
March 23, 2008 at 1:11 am
Kristen
Hi!
I just found your blog from Kiala’s blogroll.
I cannot dance. I try but I give the phrase “arms flailing, legs akimbo” a whole new meaning.
Good for you for trying!
You are brave.