The line between cocky and confident non-exista... Oh wait, there it is.
Ego ego on the rise...
Yes me. And yes, I'm admitting it. Aren't I cocky? Must be the added effect of flamenco. *posturia; arrogance!*
Anyway.
SMU seminar on QF didn't go very while, mainly because my nose was running all over the place and (once again) I did not pack tissue paper.
Mood improved during the trial flamenco class. Mother believes that Angel is impressed with me. Apparently, she heard Angel say that I could be brought up to grade 2 level in 4 private lessons. I dunno. Didn't hear that part. I only know Angel asked me if I wanted to catch up to my sis' friend, in grade 2. Very enjoyable! Each class is $75/=, split between the number of students in one class. Anyone want to join me next Wenesday?
Meanwhile, maternal unit and I poked verbal fun at each other our usual way.
By the way, I have no qualms about using Angel's name, because Angel is already a well-established flamenco teacher, and I think Angel will appreciate publicity of various sorts.
And just so you know, Angel is a guy.
Close your jaw. Remember Buffy? The name "Angel" isn't reserved for girls, you know.
Parental units and I had dinner in Ikea, where we shared a table with a couple, with whom I got aquainted with. Parental units weren't very participative though. Never mind my dad, I thought my mom would've been proud of me. And it turns out she was, only she said I didn't have to introduce parental units. Chee.
5 days to Xmen 3! Paternal unit got some free tickets.
I have a sudden zeal to learn everything. I suppose it'll all end come August, when school starts. Isn't it typical?
Yes me. And yes, I'm admitting it. Aren't I cocky? Must be the added effect of flamenco. *posturia; arrogance!*
Anyway.
SMU seminar on QF didn't go very while, mainly because my nose was running all over the place and (once again) I did not pack tissue paper.
Mood improved during the trial flamenco class. Mother believes that Angel is impressed with me. Apparently, she heard Angel say that I could be brought up to grade 2 level in 4 private lessons. I dunno. Didn't hear that part. I only know Angel asked me if I wanted to catch up to my sis' friend, in grade 2. Very enjoyable! Each class is $75/=, split between the number of students in one class. Anyone want to join me next Wenesday?
Meanwhile, maternal unit and I poked verbal fun at each other our usual way.
By the way, I have no qualms about using Angel's name, because Angel is already a well-established flamenco teacher, and I think Angel will appreciate publicity of various sorts.
And just so you know, Angel is a guy.
Close your jaw. Remember Buffy? The name "Angel" isn't reserved for girls, you know.
Parental units and I had dinner in Ikea, where we shared a table with a couple, with whom I got aquainted with. Parental units weren't very participative though. Never mind my dad, I thought my mom would've been proud of me. And it turns out she was, only she said I didn't have to introduce parental units. Chee.
5 days to Xmen 3! Paternal unit got some free tickets.
I have a sudden zeal to learn everything. I suppose it'll all end come August, when school starts. Isn't it typical?
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