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Thoughts of A Dancing Bear...

A day in the life of a student of Communication, Dance, and Music

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T’was a good weekend…

—Won 1st place with Beat Club at the World Dance Competition in Atlantic City

—Had our 2nd army of dancers at Piscataway reppin the FUNKtion at                   a community performance

—Chilled with the girlfriend =]

—Got Sleep

annnnddddddddd……..

—Got to level 20 on League of Legends!!!!!!!!!! Woohoooooo!!!!!! (add me: kryptinotic)

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Guess I Got My Swagger Back!!!

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Can’t sleep…Pulse in T minus 5 hours…Nervous…It’s a good time for hip-hop.

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Hey girl, how you doin?

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Day 1: What happened today? If it was the last day of your life, how satisfied would you be with your final hours?

SO I decided that I’m going to do a tumblr challenge…just because I feel like i need to stimulate my mind by writing about stuff, so why not write about deep thoughts for 30 days?! Here we go…day 1…

Today…today…what happened today? Well, I woke up at 1:30pm; played a little bit of World of Warcraft and gained a level (or 2?); went to the FUNKtion and took a street jazz and a hip-hop class, followed by rehearsal for an upcoming convention/showcase; ate at Buffalo Wild Wings for the first time in a month or so (my crew is so addicted to their wings…it’s disgusting); and now I’m tumbling about my day. Not so sure if you would call that interesting, and it looks kind of bland when I look back at what I just wrote, but I would have to say that it was a pretty good day today. I’m not so sure if I would say that I would be satisfied if these were my final hours, but it could be worse…I could’ve not danced. (hmmm, my right nostril is flaring up…and it burns…i think it’s because of the blazing wings I had before…mmmm…good shit!) Also, I haven’t talked to that girl that I’ve been meaning to talk to yet…and it’s killing me…this damn butterfly, stomach dropping, un-man-like feeling. People say I’m crazy when I tell them that talking to girls is one of my biggest fears. Bah, if only they knew. But anyway! To summarize what I just said: good day today, not a good last day of my life (let’s hope it’s really not…*knock on wood*)