meh.
i'm in class now.
my eyes feel like they're burning up.
i was first to reach class today, btw.
lol.
early, in fact.
took the school shuttle.
so anyway...
had a long talk with peter last night.
at least he partially understands my moral issue with the takeover.
we'll further discuss this on sunday with the whole crew.
i dont think it'll happen anymore, actually.
who cares.
anyway...
i rmb arguing with ivan about my dressing during the dance finals.
skinny jeans. v necked t shirt. jason mask.
yep.
i know it isnt hip hop.
that wasnt what i was trying to look.
after the first day i knew i could get the prizes if i chose my cards right.
firstly, i knew the choreo bitch's style wasnt hip hop.
hers was just street jazz.
her dressing style wasnt even hip hop either.
so i just played to her dressing style.
simple t shirt and jeans.
i wore skinnies to emphasize my leg movements.
because you all know i've got fucked up arm movements that are repetitive at best, and sometimes nonexistent.
and no, i'm nt gonna do those waves and stuff nic pushes.
my dance that day was actually inspised by slipknot, in fact.
so dont diss it if you dont understand it.
and dont diss my style unless you can do better.

anyway. i found a song a while back.
great song with a moral message in it.
im nt gonna quote lyrics.
but its by too phat.
its called.
just a friend.