Alright, a week from now I'll be on a plane to Mexico. Wow. It will be my first time flying and truthfully, I'm terrified. I know that the chances of dying on a plane are next to none; but I'm still just a wee bit apprehensive. And my very sensitive, caring friends know this so they'll probably be saying such reassuring things as, "Oh my God, is the supposed to make that noise?" or "I think I just saw a spark come from the vacinity of the wing!" and quite possibly "Oh my God, we're all gonna die." Yes, my friends will probably do exactly that...

In other news my summer's going pretty well thus far. I really haven't done much in the last week since school got out. Had a couple of places to be, but other than that I've laid around in my pajamas, messing around on the Internet. I just got a message on Facebook from the lady who runs the dance studio about my possibly working next year and I know for sure that I'm going to do shoe-fittings [HOORAY!] in August. I did this last year, and I'm not entirely sure if I whined about it here or not. But the job is definately whine-worthy. Nobody should have to sit around a dance studio, trying to get little kids' feet in dance shoes. Little kids' smelly, sweaty, dirty feet. NASTY. But I got paid for it, so whatever. And I'm not sure what classes I'll be assitant teaching this year, the schedule for classes isn't ready yet so I don't know. I think I'll probably be doing ballet/tap again and maybe a ballet/tap/jazz class. That would be interesting...

Ok, I'll shut up now. [laughing] Hope you guys are having a good summer!