Hip Hop is really fun.

It's a good mix of good dancers and really uncoordinated dancers. But that's what makes it fun.

I can't body roll/snake/booty shake for the life of me. I pretty much just sit out on those moves. :)

@ North Star

Went to my first hip hop class last night. No, I didn't learn any new moves. The teacher's leg was in some kind of cast, but she reassured us it'd be better in a week or two. We just went over the syllabus and the 4 elements of hip hop. Kind of lame... I didn't even hear most of what she said. I was too busy checking out the room. Interesting group of people who actually dress the part, the dorks (that'd be me), and chinese fobs.

There's even a midterm and final. We have to write a paper and discuss something about hip hop with the class for the midterm. (SO Lame). And get into groups and choreograph a mini dance routine to perform for the class for the final. (Yikes). So T and I are sort of rethinking whether we really want to do this or not.

At Full Speed

I've been very busy lately. And I guess you can say that I'm busy with fun things. But part of me thinks I'm taking on too much. I'm trying to pick up too many things, biting off more than I can chew. Maybe it's just this innate sense of restlessness. Maybe it's to distract myself. I'm probably making myself busy because I'm scared to really sit down and reflect... scared of what I'll find out.

Whatever the cause, I have a feeling I'll be burning out pretty soon. How else can you sustain morning prayer, church, family, work, studying, dancing, guitar, snowboarding, relationships with friends, AND a relationship with God?

It's like when you get yourself in a big mess. In hindsight, you can see all the signs/actions/decision that led up to it. But it makes sense because you're looking back. I almost feel as though I've stepped back from my own life, and I'm watching myself make these actions/decisions that will get me into that future big mess. It's clear to me, although it's not hindsight and I'm in the moment. And yet, I can't seem to stop myself. It's as if I want myself to go through it so I'll be broken. So that I'll learn... to be content... with Him alone.

Thoughts from the weekend:

-Tahoe is great! Got to try out my new board.
-Took us a solid 2 hours to come down our first run. That's 1 mile/hour. Awesome.
-Went on my first Black Diamond run. Fall down once and I tumbled down about 1/4 way down the hill. Fell 3 times and hey, I'm at the bottom.
-Watched a guy attempt a crazy crazy jump. Almost 3 times around! He didn't land it very well, but it was still crazy.
-The hardest fall I took that day: coming off the ski lift when Ileen's board got tangled up with mine. I fell HARD on my butt on the packed ice.
-Saw Phil Jackson and a few Lakers at the Ritz on Saturday. We walked by Phil Jackson one more time just to make sure it was him.

I went to the Jelly Belly Factory for the first time yesterday. It was kind of fun. The art pieces were really interesting. I don't know about driving an hour just to tour the factory though. But since it was raining, it gave us something to do. That is, after we spent a good 30 minutes with the coinstar machine, pouring one of those Alhambra water containers full of coins. I kept apologizing to the people in line behind me. I think there were over 10,000 pennies in total.

The look on my cousins' faces when they tasted the rotten egg jelly bean was all worth it. I had black pepper and earthworm. Pretty nasty.