This is my latest music:

Tupac Shakur
Balkan Beatbox
Deerhoof
Serge Gainsbourg
Coolio
Everything But the Girl
Salt N Pepa
BoA
Run DMC
LL Cool J
Rasputina
Cabaret Voltaire
Azam Ali
Dj Rekha (all bhangra)
Flamenco Arabe (comp)

Plus a bunch of Chamber which isn't so good for Flamenco dancing or belly. But fun nonetheless. I want more drums since I have been practicing. This is now my dream drum:

I haven't researched it thoroughly. And it will be bit before I get it since I need to order this skirt and soon:


Or I shall be shunned from the bellydancing word.

Ugh.

I didnt go swimming at all last week. My mood is not happy. Monday looms. I wish I had a mermaid friend during times like this.

Zeke has a sore paw. He's less concerned about this than I am. Seriously. How many lives does this cat have? He's been dosed with triple ATB ointment and given some ham.

Saturday night the MIL and I had a productive talk...for awhile with Andrew...for awhile without. This all played out very Slumber Party Style. She seems to get that my interaction with her lately is based on my poor coping mechanisms...not that I am "judging" her. I explained to her she likes to garden to get rid of stress and I like 3 things to relieve stress: Cutting, eating and cleaning. I haven't cut in four months, I am trying to not eat junk food so that leaves cleaning.

I also cut off all of my hair on Friday. I like it but it's a bit DeGrassi Junior High Punk.

Much movie watching this weekend. (Heather! I still have Fried Green Tomatoes!)

First:


Much <3ed.

Next was:


This was a gem. I feel like GB would appreciate this one.

And last, not to mention the most painful:

I'm sure Jane Austen is having a heart attack somewhere. All I can say is Cobra Dance.

This one was from the FIL. He tries. He's very much gotten into Bollywood and Middle Eastern music in general since I moved in. He was busting a groove to Sexy Boy by Hard Kaur earlier today. My little Hispanic FIL loves his bhangra.

Given this...I was thinking about how in nrsing homes (dont growl and hiss DJennma) they do those ridiculous wheelchair aerobics. Wouldn't it be awesome if we did wheelchair bellydance instead with these people?

My friend Alison and I used to work a psych unit of a nrsing home, which I know is probably redundant, but they loved when we would play Oingo Boingo and dance with them. I mean granted the director was a bit taken a back...but it got results! So I feel like add some zills in there and who knows what would happen.

I feel like giving people hugs. Which is odd for me. Srsly. And I am not drinking.

Have a good week all.

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This is almost like my house! We only have three, though! I feel like these cats are doing a scene from Westside Story.

Anyway.

I got good news on the job front today. So to celebrate I went to...Sephora! Stocked up on my MakeUp Forever Hi-Def supplies, bought some Nars lipgloss (Gothika...oooh! I may have to smash a lightbulb and cut my wrists!) and some Philosophy lipgloss. I felt bad going in there b/c well I had no make-up on. They were probably like this bitch needs a make-up chair 911!

Tomorrow my new bellydance class starts!

Also, I have a friend who asked me to do the music for her birthday party Saturday. This makes me extremely happy. One b/c I haven't played anywhere since Alison and I broke up in 2001 and I can play whatever I want at this party. I mean it won't be like when Alison and I would have a show at Eden and were totally f'ed up and would play mixes of Abba and L.A. Style. Now those were the days. I so wanted Lords of Acid to adopt me. Call me ridiculous but I miss acid EBM. But this is so much easier than dragging mixing boards and decks around.

I had a super creepy dream about a horrible x-boyfriend. In the dream I rolled over in bed and thought I was kissing Andy but it was really the X!! Thinking about it now makes me want to vom in my mouth. Honestly, that's how kissing him made me feel in real life, though.