5, 6, 7, 8~

After two and a half hours of dance yesterday, I am exhausted once again.

It does take me a while to learn choreography, so thank god it was the same routine for two classes. I start to pick it up in the second class, it's happened twice already, so I guess it's like this now. The song was pretty fun, I'd say. I'd love to get better at dance, though. And as per usual, my body is hurting. Ow, neck, back, legs. I still need to find that song, too, before I forget all the steps. It's starting to drift away from my brain.

Took the usual two hip hop classes (Bev) with Mike and Joaquin. Riana went off to take Murakami's Jazz funk class. It was more like omgjazzsexappeal. Oh, Riana.

And I saw Wade. Vaguely. cries. cries. cries.

There's a three chapter math test to study for that's tomorrow. Oh, the joy of Algebra II. Going to have to go through with the long four days again. That first week felt horrendously long.

Dear summer, I'd like to have a month back.
Love,
Trisha.