You look incredibly stupid here, but you're still the most tolerant partner, ever. Thanks for letting me steal your calculator :D And you rock most 'cause of your particular dislike for that similar someone ...

Ahem.

Anyway, I'm going to blog about the very, very bad dance class I had five days ago. Grr.
I was all happy and excited for dance class to finally do hip hop after forever. Spirit was kind of dampened when I realised Patrick wasn't here for class, but it was alright. I could deal with this relief teacher who has always been Patrick's relief, right?

Apparently, I was WRONG.

I was so pissed and frustrated. I understand I have to be humble and whatnot, but he wasn't really doing locking correctly. Yes, he wanted to geikiang teach us locking when it obviously states "HipHop". And I'm absolutely sure he's not a locker, he doesn't even do the wrist twirl correctly. He looked like some sort of crazed chicken, for goodness' sake. The other people in the class just blindly followed.

I was so angry! Ugh. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid -yes my command of english isn't good enough to allow other words - stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Patrick better be here this week, or I'll spontaneously combust.

AND SARAH, WHERE ARE THE PICTURES OF ENCOUNTER HUH HUH HUH!!! -,-