So fuck. Going down to visit Care-bear at college. He invited me to go to this crazy bar which is basically pumping club/house music. I don't know how to dance for shit and i got this gut feeling that I'm gonna make an ass out of myself with my long ass arms. Ah well. I'm going. Anxiety +1
Had my acting class today, Fearless kinda started to talk to me again. First-mate turned out he didn't have cancer which is awesome and we became acting partners. He changed his major because of our class. A girl in our class, i'll call her Princess, just broke up with her boyfriend.
First-mate started to tease on me telling me to go after her. I wasn't sure if he was serious or not. He seemed to be very pumped up for the moment for some reason. I could tell by his careless frantic rush of hyperness that he was well experienced in many things and knew how to control a situation. Situations like talking to girls. We stood up as the class ended, and I feeling like i was going to make major self-improvement went up to Princess.
-Tired.
Oh you can't
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is that what
you said?
Well
phooey
honey.
I can
teach you in
front of a
full
length mirror.
You have
to be willing
to
get sweaty
and yelled
at.
You have to
be willing
to move
your
hips,
your
bum,
your mind
for me, then
you can earn
bragging
rights about
your dancing
moves.