happy 20th anniversary to the parentals. =)
anyway...
i played a little hooky today. i chose not to go to school. i had to finish choreo for my gig that would happen later. (teaching at some school where they are attempting to start an all male squad.) did that. did other stuff. whatever.
a little before noon, i call richelle because she said she was gonna buy me wendy's today and that we would eat at noon to 1230ish. my phone call wakes her up. she said she was getting up and that she'll call me back.
she never did.
called her around 1 o'clock to see if lunch was still on. and it's on like donkey kong (but less intense). she drops her car off. i drive us to wendy's. then we invite phillip, who just got on his lunch break, to join us. richelle pays for me. i asked for a 5 piece, jr bacon cheeseburger, and a value drink. i pay for richelle. she asked for 2 5
pieces and a value drink. seeing that each of our items were 99cents each and that we both ordered the same quantity, it totally negates her paying for me. but she does later on buy me another 5 piece. during paying, they asked if i would donate a dollar to the dave thomas foundation. i say 'sure' and sign my name humongous for everyone to see (as shown on the photo above and to the right). some friendly conversation goes on. and food eating, of course. phillip is the only person i know who doesnt order from the value meal at wendy's. what is that? anyway...
time to go to segerstrom high school in santa ana, ca.
pick up kevin. and off we go to santa ana to teach a potential all male squad. good thing i took kevin or else i wouldve been stuck in traffic. we get there. it's kinda awkward. these kids have never been exposed to choreography. taught them a little bit of 'can we chill.' really simple. i wish we wouldve gotten to the groove section. i love that part. makes me happy. but yeah. after, we had an open session. kevin said i look like i know what i'm doing when i krump, house, and bboy. but really...i just fake it. but i guess i fake like a pro.
after...
jane, the dance coach, takes me and kevin out to rubio's. some friendly conversation. talking about dance. she doesnt know the dance community me and kevin know, so that lead to a lot of convo. plus talked about our all male careers. then she says she's paying the both of us. sweeeeet. except for the fact that it was my choreo and kevin just assisted. but it's all good. kevin's my nigga. and it just means he's gonna get me a dope birthday gift next month.
back to wesco.
spirit spectacular.
home.
procastination.
sleep?
maybe.
GAME 1: los angeles lakers @ boston celtics. 6PM PST on abc.
viewing party at my house. =)
anyway...
i played a little hooky today. i chose not to go to school. i had to finish choreo for my gig that would happen later. (teaching at some school where they are attempting to start an all male squad.) did that. did other stuff. whatever.
a little before noon, i call richelle because she said she was gonna buy me wendy's today and that we would eat at noon to 1230ish. my phone call wakes her up. she said she was getting up and that she'll call me back.
she never did.
called her around 1 o'clock to see if lunch was still on. and it's on like donkey kong (but less intense). she drops her car off. i drive us to wendy's. then we invite phillip, who just got on his lunch break, to join us. richelle pays for me. i asked for a 5 piece, jr bacon cheeseburger, and a value drink. i pay for richelle. she asked for 2 5
pieces and a value drink. seeing that each of our items were 99cents each and that we both ordered the same quantity, it totally negates her paying for me. but she does later on buy me another 5 piece. during paying, they asked if i would donate a dollar to the dave thomas foundation. i say 'sure' and sign my name humongous for everyone to see (as shown on the photo above and to the right). some friendly conversation goes on. and food eating, of course. phillip is the only person i know who doesnt order from the value meal at wendy's. what is that? anyway...time to go to segerstrom high school in santa ana, ca.
pick up kevin. and off we go to santa ana to teach a potential all male squad. good thing i took kevin or else i wouldve been stuck in traffic. we get there. it's kinda awkward. these kids have never been exposed to choreography. taught them a little bit of 'can we chill.' really simple. i wish we wouldve gotten to the groove section. i love that part. makes me happy. but yeah. after, we had an open session. kevin said i look like i know what i'm doing when i krump, house, and bboy. but really...i just fake it. but i guess i fake like a pro.
after...
jane, the dance coach, takes me and kevin out to rubio's. some friendly conversation. talking about dance. she doesnt know the dance community me and kevin know, so that lead to a lot of convo. plus talked about our all male careers. then she says she's paying the both of us. sweeeeet. except for the fact that it was my choreo and kevin just assisted. but it's all good. kevin's my nigga. and it just means he's gonna get me a dope birthday gift next month.
back to wesco.
spirit spectacular.
home.
procastination.
sleep?
maybe.
GAME 1: los angeles lakers @ boston celtics. 6PM PST on abc.
viewing party at my house. =)
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