So, you guys, this week's been FREAKIN' HECTIC!

I started the street-dance classes on Monday and I’ve been DYING to tell you about it…

But ever since then, there hasn’t been one single day when I’d get home before 8 p.m… tired, with my feet hurting like a motherer because the new shoes I bought are squeezing my feet… I didn’t feel that when buying them; my life… And now I can’t literally feel the little finger on my right foot and when I can it hurts like hell and it’s swollen. .

Anyways, I've already had the first two dance classes and I'm not an amazing dancer yet.

the first dance class was OK. The choreographer is AWESOME, like, one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. He is calm and stuff and very very funny and friendly and smiling all the time and doing weird stuff and dance moves just to amuse us and keep us entertained. He’s an awesome guy; the kind of guy who doesn’t need to have a gorgeous face to woo the ladies. Like, his face is average, pretty funny-looking in fact, but his personality is more than enough for most of the girls.

It’s pretty hard not to like him, but I’m doing my best.

But I’ll keep the complaining about my disastrous love-life for another blog-post if any of you wants to hear it.(I doubt it, though, it'll just depress you)

The other people in the beginner class are ok; pretty much average, normal people, except for me and my best friend and some tremendous JERKS. Oh MY GOSH, guys, they are SO annoying that they make me want to punch them in the face. Like, for real. The kind that make dumb jokes to play smart and .

But except for that, we learned how to groove and a little routine that we hardly got right. It was really hard for us, being beginners and all, but I DID IT! YAY!

Yesterday I had the second dance lesson and Oh My God, it was so hard – from the beginning – that I really considered quitting after the first month. I thought: if I can’t do this much, then I’m definitely not cut for it. But I want to keep on and see what happens, moreover, I can’t just let my best friend alone all of a sudden and I’m usually not a quitter so we’ll see.

So long it’s been fun, I mean, I like it, but… I don’t know… I usually leave with more bad feelings than feeling happy and enthusiastic. I hate that huge mirror I front of which we need to practice. I hate looking at myself in that mirror because I look fat and it makes me feel bad – so I can’t concentrate. I’ve re-started feeling bad about the way I look for the first time in a couple of years. It took me AGES to get over that and now it’s all coming back, just because of a stupid mirror. I’ve been fighting against looking at my body in the mirror for all this time, only to stumble across this.

But I guess I’ll just have to get over it.

It’s hard though, considering all my other colleagues are so fit.

In conclusion, it’s been one heck of a week, filled with many feelings and all kinds of activities and firsts, like: assisting to an actual class in primary school for the first time(this is what I’m studying in university), going to a team-work training(experience that’s had its ups and downs) and of course, going to dance classes.

Enough of my complaining(even though I’m not even halfway there), thanks for reading this, I’d be actually surprised if someone actually got to here, lol.

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On a completely unrelated topic:

OUR BUNNY’S GOTTEN SO FREAKIN’ BIG! He’s gonna kill us!

He's also getting crazier and dumber... but we love him anyways!