Present and Future Endeavors

Hey guys, it’s been a while and I want to talk about my life and how I feel about it.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what the fuck I’m gonna be doing after I graduate from college. Even though I still have two years, the previous two years passed by super quick. I’m pretty sure these two years will pass by even faster.

Now, you have no idea how many people tell me, “..you’re so good at dancing; you should be a professional dancer!” First of all, the occupation of a professional dancer is very unstable and the pay is, I assume, quite low. If you get injured, then you’re basically useless. However, if I’m given the opportunity to do so, I’d take it.

Last year, I was offered to audition for Cirque du Soleil’s tribute performance for Michael Jackson. Too bad I had to reject it because of my hernia problems. Luckily, they invited me again for this year!

I’m probably not gonna go because the audition is in Montreal..

Anyway, although I have legitimate credentials in dancing, I don’t feel like I would make it far. It’s not like I’m giving up, but, realistically speaking, the amount of time and effort I put into my dancing isn’t as much as those whose actual profession is dancing and don’t have a college education. These people are usually the ones who are always in dance competitions and practice like 8 hours a day. Instead of betting all my money on dancing, I’d rather have a weaker dance background with something else I can rely on. Which is why I decided to double major in Environmental Science and Chemistry.

My academic journey from now on is going to be long and hard (haha lol), but I’m confident that the stress that I’ve cast upon myself is going to be worth it. So far, my Organic Chemistry II class has been my main focus for this semester. This class fuckin’ makes AP Calculus feel like third grade math. But hey, at least this class is forcing me to be on top of my shit. No more fuckin’ around anymore.

In other news, dancing has been pretty good. Except for the mainland fobs that come to me during practice constantly asking me for help and not practicing. Fobs make me angry. So there’s three mainland fobs: fat fob, pussy fob, and wanna-be fob.

The fat fob is fat and lazy. He always gives lame ass excuses on why he is resting. Yet sadly, he’s better than the other fobs. The pussy fob is very feminine; as if he has never hit puberty before. He always needs to follow what I do and would rarely take initiative for himself. This kid also asks way too much questions and doesn’t practice the foundations I teach him. Lastly, the wanna-be fob; the worst one of them all…

Let me just go off about this.. I don’t see this kid that often cuz he doesn’t come to practice that often, but this kid literally dresses up like a locker every.. single.. day.. damn yo, he even practices in locking outfits. I remember last time he came to practice, he changed into his outfit and then walked around for a little bit, then asked me for advice. Instead of practicing what I taught him, he just went off showing off shitty moves he learned online. This kid makes me wanna stab a baby in the throat and drink the tears of its parents.

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ANYWAY….. Other than the fob problem, I haven’t been really doing much. In October, I entered this locking 1vs1 category in this competition called Mixery KO. I won, but it was kinda effortless. Only three people signed up for the locking category. So I and the winners of the other categories are going to flown over to Germany around May to represent for the US in the finals. YEAH TEAM ‘MURICA

The most recent competition I entered was Juste Debout 2013 in New York. This year my partner broke his middle and index finger two days before the competition so I decided to just not give a shit and just do whatever. It was fun! It was nice being able to let loose at an international jam and meeting other lockers from around the US.

Anyway, I gotta run to lab. TTYL.