Well I had a photoshoot, but it really wasn't one I prepared for. I was dancing and choreographing until I had an annoying little epiphany; do we really suck at something we think we are good at?
Well, I'm not sure if it was a weak moment of my damaged psyche, but I was adding 8 counts onto a duet I am doing with my friend and I just thought I sucked. I really thought I was bad at what I was doing and that all this time I have been making a fool of myself dancing like I'm good; and I'm not. I can't ask anyone either; they would lie. But I'm not sure I really care anyways. I do think that this picture I took last night is great and edgy, but it might not be. I may be blinded by a film of "you rock" because, frankly, if i wasn't, if nobody was: we would probably do nothing. Actually we would all be emo-ing it up in our bedrooms crying over our shortcomings. So I suppose this whole post was a waste of time, or no, it was a great contribution to society and I am so happy that I posted it. I hope you are too.
And I shall end with: "Bueller...Bueller...Bueller...anyone? Bueller...."
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