oh boy blogging!

So, I am not a terribly wonderful blogger, I think, but I'll try.
I just recently signed basck in, mainly to seek this one blogger. I have no idea what her username is, but my friend subscribes to her blogs and supposedly they are amazing. I want in on that shit, like truly. Supposedly she's like a fashionista who completely is blase about what is "Important" in life, like school, and just focuses on people watching. I must confess I am very similar and I'm glad to know there are others. I notice things like how frumpy my teacher looks during a day, or how that woman's hair is completely frizzed out. Like today, for instance; I was at a dance performance at my school and it was people watching HEAVEN. For instance, in the crowd, there was: a woman with an OUTRAGEOUS scrunchie. Like, I felt like I was in Mexico, and she was a young girl's mother and they were returning home from oh I don't know an event in town. SHe was very reminiscent of an aged yet graceful Spanish dancer, thanks to her beautiful black tulle scrunchie. Another man had a completely horrendous moustache and it distracted me quite a bit; I really wanted to shave it off him, but I kept my cool. Then, the dance professor walks out to introduce her class. She was an extremely stereotypical "artist" dancer. She was wearing all black; she had an amazing body and she pranced when she walked. as she walked out, I thought in my head in a semi-prissy female voice "Hii, thank you soo much for coming. This is my amazing group of dancers, and I am SOO proud of them; all the girls have worked SO hard and their efforts have truly paid off."
What does she say?
the same thing. Just with a little more priss in her voice and a little more tension in her mouth. I died in my chair. Then, the lights dimmed in a dramatic fashion, and the show commenced. Myself, personally I really think interpretive dance is like............a giant joke. I'm sorry but to see someone making senseless and overwraught girations to overemotional indie rock just does not work for me. The performance was like 3/4 of that mess. I again died in my seat. I could barely contain myself. and worse, I really thought Miss. intensity teacher was going to (dramatically) interrupt the show
point at me and say "Sir, in the black coat-"
"Me?" (I point to myself incredulously)
"Yes. You are being very rude. How dare you! That's it. Leave right now. nah mm-mm you're done! Go!" and thrust her finer towards the door all intense like. I really thought that shit would go down. SO what do I do? persist in my fit of silent yet noticeable laughter.
Don't judge me, I'm human.