Shanon’s Blog

I could be the best and fastest dance learner EVER. So last night I was hanging out with Mary and her kids. I don’t remember why, but for some reason we got on YouTube and started looking at different dances that people are doing a lot these days. Of course the Crank That Soulja Boy dance was one we had to look at.

I’ve tried this dance before, but not with the dedication that I had for it last night. Julia is Mary’s daughter and was equally as excited to learn the dance. So we did. We watched JC’s version on the website, but he’s just too fast. So then we went to the Soulja Boy tutorial itself and we were superstars. We practiced. Mary critiqued. We corrected. We perfected. Then we decided to video tape the performance. Let me just say…we are ROCKSTARS. I will so post the video as soon as I figure out how. I’ll just tell you right now, though. It’s AMAZING. I really didn’t know how much rhythm I had until I saw myself do Soulja Boy. But now I know and my dancing confidence is renewed.

I’m sleepy today. I had the worst time getting up this morning and I don’t even know why. I went to bed fairly early and fell asleep pretty quickly since I didn’t take a nap yesterday. All that I wanted was a Sugar Free Red Bull. It’s the little things in life that make me the happiest. You know what? We didn’t have any Red Bull. Not even a regular one. I’ll drink any kind of Red Bull when I need it like I did today, but there was none to be had. I even considered just licking the Red Bull refrigerator to get my fix. I didn’t because I don’t think the thing has ever been cleaned. I know it hasn’t unless the nice people who bring the Red Bull have cleaned it. I’d probably get the staph again if I licked anything other than myself at this studio. Or maybe tape worm or something horrible like that.

It’s Halloween and I’m not dressing up. I have no desire to. Unless I go as Soulja Boy. He’s as cool as I am, so I think I could maybe pull that off. Except that I’m not a soulja, nor am I a boy, and I’m not black. But those are minor details that I am willing to look past if I so desire. But for now I’ll just be me, which really isn’t so bad. If I can make the pointless walk down the hallway in the morning to get the newspapers that I know won’t be delivered yet and keep a smile on my face, I know things in my life are pretty great.