Sushi + Bellydancing

"Please out homies"? That's a new one.

Today I have been running around with my hair on fire, as I am often prone to doing. Even though I've been in college for quite some time, and I have also had the experience of being in college and having a job at the same time, I still freak out when a day comes where I have something going on from the early morning until the evening with only tiny breaks every now and again. I have this weird fear of being that busy, like in the midst of all the stress I will suddenly lose myself in frantic routine and no longer be capable of deep thought. 

Not that I was ever really capable of deep thought.

Today, I tried sushi for the first time since Kristin made it in her apartment in Leavenworth. I have to say that my experience with sushi has not been all good. I would say that today, while not particularly enjoyable, could be counted as a victory.

They are tuna, salmon, and shrimp. I unconsciously avoided the shrimp ones, though, and by the time the others were gone I was way too full to eat them. There was also the small problem of the food court not having any water so after I had a small accident involving wasabi I pretty much lost my appetite.

However incompletely, though, the sushi was conquered.

I went to the UCM Dance Club today because they have open dance lessons on Thursdays. It is $5 for the entire semester so I am pretty much all over it. However, this was my first day going and there was a guest teacher teaching us how to bellydance. Not only was it super freaking awesome, it was super freaking HARD. I am beginning to understand why Angela has expressed the sentiment in the past that people who are stick skinny shouldn't be hip swinging and booty dancing all over the place. What it does is accentuates our total lack of assets in ways we really can't afford (and looks pretty lame as well). So, while I thought the bellydancing lessons were super fantastic and fun, the actual result of me bellydancing in an individual sense was vaguely pitiful. I don't own a full-length mirror, so standing in front of the studio mirrors was a bit jarring to begin with, even when I wasn't sadly trying to move like an Egyptian gypsy goddess.

I can't even express how excited I am for it to be the weekend. Even though I am working some, I am absolutely determined to get some sleep starting tomorrow night and not stopping until Monday. The number of hours I slept this week is in the low teens so I am super incredibly stoked to improve the shining hours by snoring through them.

I will leave you with what I had for lunch the other day. It's been months since I had Taco Bell, and honestly I've missed horribly even though by all accounts Taco Bell is disgusting and perhaps even unethical. It's my birthday gift to me.

-Amy