I've Got Buns That Jingle Jingle Jangle

[shanmonster]

I think I've jerryrigged up a way to watch my dance videos. This afternoon, I plan to be dancing my ass off to a new routine. The only problem is, Guylaine wants to, too. Because she's a dance newbie, this means I'll be pausing the tape again and again to explain movements to her. That's ok, though. I'll soon have more than enough time to dance on my own. I'll just choose a more introductory tape, and that should work out better.

I still need to run a few errands. I have some costuming books to mail out, envelopes to purchase, and rent to pay. And at some point, I want to buy some dowelling for fire dance practice and for kung fu staff work. Shawn, one of the guys in my kung fu class, promised to teach me some staff form. He said he'd show me on Thursday, if I brought a staff with me.

When I bike to kung fu, I become more bizarre in appearance. Some days, I'm biking while carrying swords and staves. My green sash flutters in the breeze, and I feel like a postapocalyptical Samurai, or something. Maybe I'm a neo-jouster. When I bike to dance class, I become the belly biker, with jingling coin-covered arse. Sometimes I feel like a character in a surrealistic book.

Comments

characterizations

[metasilk.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I feel like a character in a surrealistic book

Makes sense to me. What is the Internet if not a surrealistic neo-book with some odd free associations, anyway? Clearly you're a character there *grin*

Belly bikers,huzzah!

[fourcorners.livejournal.com]

I know I'd do a double or triple take if I saw a cute chick on a bike toting weapons of not-so-mass destruction on her back