Due to school holidays I got nothing to do. My dad sign me in to Ballet Class. Yesterday went out shopping to buy tights, ballet shoes, socks and etc.
Went in to the studio and they all were wearing leotards except for me. I was wearing tights, T-shirts and converse. The instructor asked to change. Went to the wardrobe, get a pair of pink leotards and change.
They teach me to jump, ampre, clie and all. I didn't knew a thing. But at some of point I just do whatever I like. Haahahaha. Okay, not funny.
Every half-an hour we have to stop for a break, and drink a lot, and start streching. Like OMG, seeing a dude stretching in Ballet class is like seeing Gay having sex.
Thats all, xoxo
