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Camp Sorry for the whole not updating thing. Dance camp started Monday, and honestly, I can barely walk. It hurts to sit. It’s from 10 to 4 every day, with an hour and a half of ballet (Mom, Nicole), lunch, an hour of jazz (Josh), an hour and a half of modern (Lonnie, next week Travis), and dance education (terminology and taking notes and shit). I would say about 80 percent of my body is sore, and until today the air conditioning in the studio was broken. It doesn't help that Lonnie plays "I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl" by Nina Simone every day to warm up too, giving me this mental image of sitting in a rocking chair on a porch somewhere in the blazing heat with some iced tea and, I don't know, biscuits and molasses or something, swatting away mosquitoes and thinking about how much that cow needs to be milked. And that just makes me even hotter.I feel so spazzy and white in that class. Because, well, I am. I think the heat got to me, because something really strange happens when I just feel like I can't do it anymore. I'm about to pass out, I'm aching all over, and I get into this dazed state of mind and I don't feel like I'm there. Does that ever happen to you? You're seeing things, but you don't really feel like you're there. Just watching things go on around you, or maybe more like outside of you, and sort of blocking them out. It's weird and hard to explain. My body is pretty much doing what it's supposed to do, but I'm off in my own little world. I remember on Tuesday, looking at my foot in the mirror and thinking something like, "Hmm. My foot. Foot, foot, foot. Look at that foot go. Oh, what are you doing, foot? That’s not right…" And this lasts until next Friday. Donations for my funeral are gladly accepted. 2003-06-12 @ 6:47 p.m. |