Gosh, sometimes I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm falling apart. Sometimes, I wonder if I did the right thing. I think I did. I'm sure I did. Right?
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From my sister's blog What specific advice would you give to someone who wants to marry your closest, unmarried friend? Someone wants to marry my sister? They need my approval first. The should be willing to support her in whatever she may do. In her travel, grad work, and crazy moments. He should love her recklessly, be a strong Catholic, and love crazy women. And probably more that I'm not saying.
Dear Frog-- What can I say but: I told you so? I don't mean to sound so harsh, but from the beginning, I figured I was destined to "fuck up," as I so put it. And, well, I fucked it all up. I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but so it goes. It is in my nature. Did I not tell you this before? Perhaps, someday there will be one whom I will not sting. I will change my very nature to help this person cross the stream. Oh, but dear Frog, I feel now that I cannot say that I wish I hadn't messed everything up. As wonderful as our times were together, I feel I would have stung you eventually. As you nurse your wounds, know I will always remember you. I hope that one day you can forgive me. Scorpion _______________________________________ The Scorpion and the Frog A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back. The frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion says, "Becaus
If you were silent, do you think your friends would notice? I'm usually loud, jovial. I like to be seen as happy, whether I am or not. One day at lunch, I sat down. Someone asked me a question, I nodded my head. Tim commented on my mace earrings. I grinned and shook my head from side to side so they would bounce off my cheeks. Andrew asked why I wasn't saying anything. "It's unusual to have a silent Mary." I laughed and said that I hadn't meant to be silent. We moved to talk about the random things that friends will often talk about. Today, I sat with my usual group of "friends;" the friends with whom I fit so well. And today, I was quiet. There is a difference between quiet and silent. Especially when the quiet is you sitting, unsmiling, going through the motions and the silent includes you grinning and playing with your earrings. However, no one noticed. Isn't it odd? I think if one of my friends was bummed, I'd notice. If the were quiet, d
~*~Friday's Feast~*~ Feast One Hundred Thirty-Seven Appetizer What are you proud of? I'm proud that I caught up in trig; I'm proud I did what I knew was right in making some really difficult decisions; I'm proud that I haven't eaten cake since Ash Wednesday, not once. Soup What is the best thing you’ve ever won as a prize? Hmm, once I won a toy Mystery Machine (the scooby doo van), two scooby doo dog dishes and $100 from a radio station that no longer exists (the 80's station!!!) Salad Name something you do that is a waste of time. Well, usually after I blog, I waste inordinate amounts of time online doing nothing. It's pathetic. Main Course In what year of your life did you change the most? I'm still changing so so much. I changed a lot this year already, I changed a lot in the past couple years. I changed a lot the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school. I'm a very dynamic character! Dessert Where is a place you conside
I spent days, stupid, nailed to your floor I spent nights pressed against you just trying to keep warm But you don't know me at all... Show me where the sun comes through the sky Show you where the rain comes through and I'll Show you hurricanes And the way that summer fades So you can pick me up just to put me down again Underneath the weight of it all _________________________ In the light In the daylight it's all wrong To revel in your memory The smell of your body And the seconds that it kept me warm And I'm coming down Hitting ground Breaking open Twisted around The sweet sound of the lies you told When you were broken __________________________ I'm not a monster I believe like a liar would believe helps me navigate the wooden smiles, the raging sea all my heroes pull their heads like a fighter would I guess no one ever really likes getting older angel you sing about beautiful things and all I want to do is believe but I traded my dreams for this mess of memor
Eric Satie Here are two videos I want to share. (Mainly, I want K Swiss to learn how to play Gymnopedie #1!) The music, to me, is extrodinarily poignant. You should've seen me for the first time. It was like my heart slowed down and I was seeing everything in black and white. I know that doesn't make sense, but oh well. Guitar or Piano This is also, um, a little unorthodox for Gymnopedie #1 guess, but I found it very beautiful. Gymnopedie Pole Dance. And this one? This one is just a little different. Cute though. Ohtaikue's Gymnopedie. And remember... it's all one song, so don't watch them all at once and get bored.
So this is how the story goes. I want everybody to know. We love Skittles and Combos. So bring some to our next show. From our head down to our toes. We love Skittles and Combos. So if you want to see our faces glow Just bring some to our next show. Deny us Combos Refuse us Skittles I admit those words hurt a little But we know it'll be okay If you just send some our way
Andrew and the Perfect Hair
Hehehe, Andrew let me do his hair: Andrew's awesome hair and his awesome Asian hair stylist!
Déjeuner du matin Jacques Prévert Il a mis le café Dans la tasse Il a mis le lait Dans la tasse de café Il a mis le sucre Dans le café au lait Avec la petite cuiller Il a tourné Il a bu le café au lait Et il a reposé la tasse Sans me parler Il a allumé Une cigarette Il a fait des ronds Avec la fumée Il a mis les cendres Dans le cendrier Sans me parler Sans me regarder Il s'est levé Il a mis Son chapeau sur sa tête Il a mis son manteau de pluie Parce qu'il pleuvait Et il est parti Sous la pluie Sans une parole Sans me regarder Et moi j'ai pris Ma tête dans ma main Et j'ai pleuré ------------------------------------- This is the poem that I might've read last night, if it had been in the book I was looking through.
Dear D, enjoy the hangover. I feel your pain! Not tonight, but I have before. My major is english. I love literature and I love to write (as you know). I'm not really sure what I plan to do with it. I am enamoured with literature. Oh, poetry, how I love thee! I would love to share that knowledge with others in the form of teaching, but I really, am painfully afraid of getting in front of large groups of people. In fact, there was a poetry reading tonight and I could not find the strenght to stand. We will see. Perhaps I will find a way to make money with my writing. I am pleased that I look like Gogo from Kill Bill. I have flail earrings and I tried to be her for halloween one year (I couldn't get a real flail). I had the school girl outfit, but instead of a flail, I carried a riding crop, so I was more schoolgirl dominatrix. I don't crush on that hypnotist or anything. I actually do not think of him very much at all. I was just wondering about him one day after reading th
A, B, C's the letter A Are you available?: no, not at all :-) What is your age?: 22 What annoys you? hmmm, the spoiled and the hypocritical and the indulgent ignorant the letter B Do you know anyone named Billy?: I know Billie, Skip's sister When is your birthday? Dec 12 Who is your best friend(s)?: Tiffany, Stevo... and, well I just have a group of friends whom I love dearly here at school, no need to name them all the letter C What's your favorite candy?: gummibaerchen, like you had to ask! Who's your crush?: hehe, I don't really have a crush When was the last time you cried?: Hmm, I was having a seriously crappy day when Bucie died, and him dying just sent me over the edge... the letter D Do you daydream? frequently What's your favorite kind of dog?: I like Springer Spaniels and (don't laugh) Cockapoos -- cross betwin cocker spaniel and poodle. They look like little teddy bears! Too kawaii! What day of the week is it?: Wednesday the letter E How do you li
Prudence walks through the grove of flowering trees. Around her are friends and lovers, some lying in the grass, holding hands, engrossed in conversation. Around her, all the world moves. Without her, people go on with their lives, swimming through the world. Prudence climbs the stairs. Her white skirt brushes the grubby floor and she stares at her disappearing and reappearing flip-flops. She separates one key from among the many dangling from the lanyard around her neck. Struggling with the lock, she is eventually granted access. She kicks off her flip-flops and sits on her bed. The room is tiny, but spotless. She moves from the bed to lay on her rug and she dreams of things that might've been. She dreams of things that could've been. She dreams of things that will never be. Her eyes are misty and begin to glass over. Soon, they well over. The puddles drip from her eyes to kiss her cheeks and wet the rug. Then, Prudence stops dreaming of things that might be.
So, it was Jeremy in 1983 in his Ocean Pacific tee Who got a bloody knee On a skateboard In the half pipe In the back yard that Tuesday night!!! And I'm only gonna pierce my left ear And I've been working on this mustache all summer long And my favorite ban will always be Tears for Fears And I'm gonna wear a pink tux to the prom Cuttin' class through the first floor window He's driving fast, 'cuz he never did a thing slow And I look up to my big bro 'Cuz in the 80's all the ladies grabbed his hand and couldn't let go I am gonna wear a pink tux to the prom Live without a care What could possible go wrong When you're the president of The Breakfast Club And you're not hesitant to fall in love To fall in love To throw it away to fall in love with the 80's
It must have been about two years ago. Jeff and I were at mass at St. Joseph's in Anderson, SC. After mass, we walk to our car. There is a middle-aged-to-older man walking in front of us. We get to our car and I watch the man walk to his. I don't remember what it was exactly, but it was this delicious, old, cherry red convertable. I had my hands clasped together, hanging down in front of my skirt. I grinned a schoolgirl's grin. "I love your car," I told the man. He winked at me and grinned back. "Thanks." With a slight swagger, he got to his car and got in. Turning the ignition, he revved the engine. I gave a noise of delight. He put the car in drive and was off with some loud thunderous sounds. "You know," said Jeff, waiting by my open door, "he did that for you." "Oh, no," I said, still grinned. I sat in the seat and aranged my skirt. Jeff slipped into the driver's seat. "You think so?" Jeff smiled at me and
This is really random. I don't even like it. It just popped into my head. Damnit, things that pop are usually better!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Zane stopped by the door. She held her breath and hoped. He turned to face in her direction. She let out a quiet sigh. "Maleah," he began. She went on auto-pilot as her mind melted away. To have such an obsession was heart-breaking, but now, perhaps he would want to spend time with her. He leaned on the doorway as they chatted. She sat on one of the desks. With his Buddy Holly glasses and black hair, one might mistake him for emo. He was anything but. Zane, a theology major, liked to have indepth conversations that often went over her head, if Maleah was ever privy to them. He was incredibly well read and an avid theatre goer. She could envision the girls he spent his time with, none like her. They were all so perky and jovial. She, quiet and thoughtful, never seemed to fit in. ~*~*~*~ Zane walk
Tea Set
This is a great tea set that now is partly dead. Ann killed it. She may have been doing shots out of one of the cups. When she took the cups to wash them, she dropped them. It's okay, I still have two cups :-)
I am just a boy working in a record store Yes, I moved to San Francisco just to see what I could be I am a loser geek, crazy with an evil streak Yes, I do believe there is a violent thing inside of me She is just a girl, she is doing what she can She dances topless When she's not playing in her band Such a pretty girl, happy in an ugly place Watching all the pretty people do lots of ugly things I think it's getting better for the two of us Yes, I think it's getting better almost everyday I could give a damn for what those people say All I want to do is lose myself in your room All you want is just a slow fuck in the afternoon I still see those scary guys when I am all alone at night I kiss the ring you gave me then I swing with all my might I think it's getting better for the two of us I think it's getting easier for you and me to agree That the white men in black suits They are diminishing Yes, I think they are diminishing Yes, I think they diminish you and the
The Colours of Spring Everywhere you look, the pink and white petals of the sakura litter the ground. Every crevice, every path and walkway, at the edges of stairs and clinging to blades of grass. The float horizontally in today's breeze. The follow in the sucking breeze when a car takes off. It looks like it's snowing in the quad where they are concentrated around the statue of the Virgin and Child. Every car, black or white, red or blue, is now yellow, coated with a fine dusting of pollen. I, for one, am grateful that I do not have allergies. It might be a nuisance, but it is somewhat lovely. Every flower has burst forth with delicious colors! The grass is vibrant today. I love spring!!!
Scandalous
this photo is a mite scandalous, but it's okay... you can't really see anything! And you knooowww I'm terribly sexy!
~*~ Moody Monday ~*~ glut·ton·ous 1. tending to eat and drink excessively; voracious. 2. greedy; insatiable. Dante and Virgil pass on to Circle Three to view the punishment of the gluttonous. They see all around them what resembles a disgusting garbage heap. And thus the symbolic punishment is once again revealed -- as these sinners "pigged out" in life, now they must live in a heap of swinish garbage as their eternal punishment. To make matters even worse, they are guarded by the violent and powerful three-headed dog Cerberus . If the sinner attempts to move away from the filth, Cereberus appears to cover the sinner over with hellish-three-headed dog-slobber! Dante and Virgil then move toward the next Circle and view the monster Plutus . -The Gluttons Also, an adorable kitten. This is titled "Gluttonous Kitten"
Shakespeare
Yay!!!! I bought this online for less than three dollars!!! Plus... three dollars shipping! Ha! Shipping was more than the book! Anyway, it was printed in 1973 and all the pages are still in great condition. The dust cover, not so much, as you can see. I am going to talk that off and put it somewhere safe when I take that book to class, but it'll be fine on the book shelf. See, I had this great leather bound "The Globe: Complete Illustrate Works of Shakespeare" by Grammercy Press... but it belonged to the ex so it is no longer mine... That sucks.... but I really like this version, even if it's not illustrated. :-)
Goin for Walks at Mepkin Abbey
Went on a walk with Leo on Saturday: Leo in front of the twisty oak. At the foot of the oak, underneath a ... toe... I guess, is a little Tupperware with a tiny notebook and a pen for people to write in it! So, I wrote "Preach the gospel at all times, if necessary use words. -St. Francis of Assisi" On our walk, we found this really sketch dock. Looked like it might fall apart any minute. But, still, of course, we walked on it. But, we did not die, ladies and gentlemen. Did not die. This is one of the older hermitages in the woods. It's smaller than my bed. It's kinda falling apart. It's for those hardcore hermits This is a newer hermitage, much nicer!!! I would stay here over night maybe if I could. Leo borrowed the golf cart and drove us around. We went to the newer hermitage, the slave cemetery, and around the woods. It was great Br. Robert, back in his younger sprier days, used to build these crazy contraptions to watch nature and meditate from. This is one of
Oh dear... I just watched the video that PETA made about Mepkin Abbey's chickens. I'm rather upset. Why is PETA picking on monks? From what is said, it is obvious the real concerns lie with the United Egg Producers' guidelines. "Over 90 percent of the eggs produced in the United States are produced under these guidelines." The monks did not make up the rules, they are just following them. "I don't like the conditions the chickens live in, but I'm in no position to change that," says my brother. The chickens live in the same conditions of every chicken. A few to a cage, really close together, you know? But that is well within the guidelines. So, why pick on monks? It must have hurt their business pretty badly. And poor Brother Dismas!!! He works with the chickens so he was identified in several of the scenes. Leo said he was really shaken up about it. I know he's a good person. I know that he loves the Lord. It sucks...
Mepkin Abbey
I went to Mepkin Abbey this weekend! Mepkin Abbey is a Trappist monastery in Moncks Corner, SC, right outside Charleston. My brother lives there, yay! My school, Belmont Abbey College, visits Mepkin every semester. I'll be putting photos on here as I get them. It was sooo beautiful. This is outside the church. There were these great trees, but I don't even know what they were... Anyway, they were lovely. Oh and if the photography sucks, I took them all with my cell phone because something is wrong with my camera! A great palm tree outside of where we were staying. Leo says it gets this fruit that "tastes like shampoo smells." So, maybe not so tasty... There were a bunch of great oak trees!!! They all has Spanish moss on them. It made the trees look like they were melting. Ann and Brian running up the hill to tackle me. Ann is scary! Ha! Abbey taking a picture of one of the funny monk signs :-) They were all over the place, directing you where to go. The funny monk sig
I had an amazing weekend. Today, all four girls accidentally slept in until 6am! Oops! (Isn't that crazy... 6 am is sleeping in!!!) Ann was up and then I got up and we were talking. Then Ariel comes out of her room "What??? It's six o'clock!" and then we were like, wouldn't it be funny if Abbey were still here, too? So, I open her door and flip the lights on and, oops!, wake up Abigail! Dinner last night was neat. It was just bread and cheese and fruit -- I guess because it's Lent? -- but I thought it was delightful! It seemed so sparse, but I was so full! I had two slices of rye with mayo and swiss on each. I had a slice of bread with some apricot preserves, and two apricots! What a dinner! Oh, and a glass of orange juice. I have decided to eat some fruit every day, so being at Mepkin was good because for breakfast and dinner I would have some fruit in the form of actual fruit or preserves, and a glass of orange juice at every meal! If I had a fridge, I
Mepkin Abbey Statues and Such
This is a statue of Jesus and Peter in the cornfield, if you know that story. Ahh, the lovely evenings!!! The sun was beginning to set and I just love how this oak looks, hanging over the water here!! After hurricane Hugo, a couple great oak trees got knocked down. One of the monks carved this with a chain saw!!! Crazy, huh? It's the Holy Family in the flight to Egypt. And, it's also a chair!!!! This is another one of the oaks that got knocked down. Brian and I sat there and watched the lizards for a while and talked about stuff. This oak had this great area underneath the roots to just sit. Ant lions lived there! So cool. Brian and I played with them for a while. They're these little bugs that make this depression in the sand and wait for a creature to slip in. Then, they gobble them up!!! I'm not sure where this goes actually, but visitors aren't allowed in there. It's behind the cloister walls. It's lovely though. Our Lady of Mepkin A mural on some tiles
Here's a llama There's a llama And another little llama Fuzzy llama Funny llama Llama llama Duck Llama llama Cheesecake Llama Tablet Brick Potato Llama Llama llama Mushroom Llama Llama llama Duck I was once a treehouse I lived in a cake But I never saw the way The orange slayed the rake I was only three years dead But it told a tale And now listen, little child To the safety rail Did you ever see a llama Kiss a llama On the l lama Llama llama Tastes of l lama Llama llama Duck Half a llama Twice the llama Not a llama Farmer Llama Llama in a car Alarm a llama Llama Duck Is this how it's told now? Is it all so old? Is it made of lemon juice? Doorknob Ankle Cold Now my song is getting thin I've run out of luck Time for me to retire now And become a duck
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone I've got this feeling so appealing for us to get together and sing - SING! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding Donana phone It grows in bunches I've got my hunches Its the best beats the rest cellular modular interactivodular Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping Ponana phone Its no baloney It aint a phony My cellular Bananular phone Don't need quarters don't need dimes to call a friend of mine dont need computer or tv to have a real good time I'll call for pizza I'll call my cat I'll call the whitehouse, have a chat I'll place a call around the world Operator get me beijing jing jing jing (instrumental bridge - break dance here ) Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring Banana phone Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying Yanana phone It's a real live mama and papa phone
Gah! I think I skipped a day. Sorry. I was told that stalking me is becoming a chore. This simply will not do! Okay, what happened today. . . today. . . hmm... I'm such a loser All the sakura around the statue of Mary outside the student commons bloomed! So lovely!!! I'm going to put a pic on my photo blog whenever I'm not lazy anymore. This weekend I'm going to Mepkin Abbey to visit the bro, maybe pick up some chicks. Hahahaha! Pick up some chicks... (they raise chickens...) I'm pretty stoked. I leave in about two hours, so I won't be posting tomorrow for sure... Yay! I just got a call. I have a job at Walgreens. Well, I still have to have a drug test, I'm going to go do that on Monday. So, yay, because I needs some moola. For shizzle... yes...
So, last Thursday, I applied for a job at Old Stone, at steakhouse in Belmont. They told me that Paul would be there at five the next evening and that he'd look at it then. So, okay. I go back today to talk to a manager. I don't know what time to go, you know, because last time, I went at three and the chefs where there, that's it. So, I go back about 6 pm and I talk to a manager and I tell him I put in an application and wondered if I could speak with someone about it. He just shakes his head and says "Not now." He tells me to come back at noon when Paul will be there. Looks at me like, duh, girlie. Right... like I'm psychic. Thanks. I asked the hostess how many people the place sat: uummm, well we have like a hundred tables. Me: really? is there another room? (Because there are not a hundred tables in this place) Her: well there's the patio. I think, total, it sits about 130 people. Okay, she must not have all her crayons in the box right. Whatever. Mary
~*~Wordless Wednesday~*~ Today, I've chosen the "Tiny Dancer" because that's my song and I've had it stuck in my head all day. :-) Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can't hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in
Cyanide and Happiness
I'm out getting batteries for my digital camera. In the mean time, enjoy this Cyanide and Happiness!
2 King 2:23-25 23 He went up from there to Bethel, and while he was going up on the way, some small boys came out of the city and jeered at him, saying, "Go up, you baldhead! Go up, you baldhead!" 24 And he turned around, and when he saw them, he cursed them in the name of the LORD. And two she-bears came out of the woods and tore forty-two of the boys. 25 From there he went on to Mount Carmel, and from there he returned to Samaria. Best bible story ever!!!
So, right now, I really really need to study for trig. In true college student fashion, I'm procrastinating. After Theology, I sat down at my computer and proceeded to waste an hour. I'm not sure how this happened. As I was reading the archives from Cyanide and Happiness, I realized that if I'm procrastinating and wasting my time, shouldn't I at least do something a little more worth while? I guess not. I thought of some books I have that I really want to read (I Am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe, for example). I thought about crocheting. This would still be procrastinating because, even though it's useful, it's not trig. So, I wasted some more time. Then, I washed my two glasses (I'm a college student. These are all I have and, yes, I stole them from the dining hall.) and poured myself a Coke. Now, I'm drinking Coke, eating Pocky sticks, and blogging. In 30 minutes, I will leave to go to daily mass and then dinner. I probably won't get back to my ro
Sex and Candy
GummiBaerchen getting it on on my laptop I wish there could have been more Gummibaerchen. There could've been spectators and an orgy, but I ate the rest of them...
~*~ Moody Monday~*~ celebratory adjective associated with the verb 'to celebrate': 1. to observe (a day) or commemorate (an event) with ceremonies or festivities: to celebrate Christmas; to celebrate the success of a new play. 2. to make known publicly; proclaim: The newspaper celebrated the end of the war in red headlines. 3. to praise widely or to present to widespread and favorable public notice, as through newspapers or novels: a novel celebrating the joys of marriage; the countryside celebrated in the novels of Hardy. 4. to perform with appropriate rites and ceremonies; solemnize: to celebrate a marriage. 5. to observe a day or commemorate an event with ceremonies or festivities. 6. to perform a religious ceremony, esp. Mass or the Lord's Supper. 7. to have or participate in a party, drinking spree, or uninhibited good time: You look like you were up celebrating all night. Seeing as it's March Madness, I got a few pix of happy basketball fans and players :-) ^
Once I dated a Comedy Hypnotist. It lasted less than a month, I think. He was a lot older than me. I broke up with him because he was getting really clingy (isn't that backwards?). I told him we were "temporarily geographically incompatible" because I didn't think he could deal with the fact that I just didn't want to see him any more. See, he's from Mississippi and I'm in the Carolinas. He liked me a heck of a lot. He wanted to pay for me to go to college in Mississippi and, after graduation, work for him. To move in with him. He wanted to take me to see the world. Sometimes, I wonder if he still thinks about me. I don't really think about him, except in October. I met him at the fair in October 2003. I defintely don't miss him. It was really bizzare. But sometimes, you wonder if those people you had a glimmer with still think about you.
So, today there was a cultural credit event. We have to go to 5 a semester. they're pretty good here, not like Anderson University. Here at the Abbey, the school puts on or brings in plays, movies, musicians, dance troupes, etc. At AU it was really boring talks... Not very cultural at all!!! Anyway, today the St. Joseph's Irish Dancers came. They are ages 5-16 and they are really very good. There was a 13 year old boy who played the bag pipes magnificently! The little ones were absolutely adorable and the older ones had those great hard shoes that make that sound that you expect when you go to see Irish dancing. I mean, not as great a sound as the professional productions like River Dance because at those, they put microphones in the shoes. But, it was still really really awesome... Pictures can be found at Red Cat Stills
Irish Dancers
Some Irish dancers and musicians came to our school. Among them was Flynn. A 13 year old bag piper. WTF? He was really good. It was v. impressive. In the background, standing by the stage is the dance instructor and Flynn's brother, Liam. Liam is learning the bag pipes now. The older girls, dancing with those awesome hard shoes. Lovely sound. A Slip Jig For this dance, it's a couple's dance, they got a few guys from the audience to dance! How great!!! Also, I remind you that all these photos are taken with my cell phone, then cropped... with MS Paint. So if the quality is crappy, don't tell me. I know. :-)