Today instead of rehearsing for the upcoming show, as is desperately needed, we did a sort of performance at Discovery Green. It was a sort of a sing-through. We got there an hour and a half early and apparently there was some dancing fitness thing going on. The guy invited us to be on stage with him to dance, and being the attention greedy theater kids that we are, we jumped at the opportunity. The dance went something like
Step-funky chicken.... clap, Step-funky chicken.... clap! skip right, skip left, dolphin, dolphin, step out, step in, step out, fan kick.
This attracted a large audience of park-goers. We then proceeded to conga out into the crowd, only children under the age of 4 dared join us.
After that impromptu dance-class/workout session we performed, which didn't go as wretchedly as I had planned. I stayed afterwards at the park and read 10 pages of Thoreau's Walden. It took me nearly an hour to get through those 10 pages. I got 12 new words from it. I found myself reflecting on how profound everything he was saying was after nearly every paragraph.
Mom took me to Blockbuster to rent The Royal Tenenbaums, but it wasn't in stock.
Instead I rented Choke, but the lady at the counter said something along the lines of "This is sexually explicit, like....REALLY REALLY REALLY sexually explicit, if you watch this with your son, it will be awkward, you don't want to rent this" and I was all "I've already read the book" so then she said "Oh, in that case then there's nothing else he could really learn from this movie, it's a really good movie, enjoy!"
Mom almost didn't let me rent it.
Katie lent Perks of Being A Wallflower to me, I'm pretty excited about that.
Math still sucks.
Also, Thoreau would hate my inaction. I love that man, he most certainly would not love me.
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