Ack. It is unbelievably cold out there. I wore thick gloves today and layers, and still when I got to work, my fingers were burning and stiff. Incredible, man. Brrrr.
Bellydance class went suprisingly well last night. I'd been a little disheartened in my last few classes because our teacher isn't very good at verbally breaking the moves down, and I don't want to learn by simple mimicry. Last night, we worked a lot on arms, and improvising new arms for familiar moves. We had to come up with a new variation and teach it to the class, which, while incredibly nerve-wracking, was actually kind of cool. As the moves get harder, Rebecca's focusing a lot more on solo/chorus work, which means I should drill a little harder so I don't blank when I'm the soloist. I did okay last night-- I tried a camel with new arms, but I was so in my head about getting the technical aspects right that I'm pretty sure it was stiff.
Lemon balm and honeysuckle all the way, man. I would almost be tempted to say "lemonheads" were it not for the little bit of herbs underneath. This one is both tart and soft at the same time-- that must be the orris. Orris almost always smells "fuzzy" to me-- soft, like a cashmere blanket over the other notes. After a while, the citrus burns off and leaves a warm, woody scent that is nice, sweetened by honeysuckle. This one would be fantastic in a bath bomb, maybe-- but on my skin, I don't tend to wear lemon as a primary note.
Supernatural was good last night-- it really took a different tone than usual. I have to say, I kept getting distracted by Jensen. The Pretty has the ability to take me out of a scene faster than a dart. When Dean was on the phone with the Feds? Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice was saying "oh man, he's such a good actor. It looks so natural. Way to go, Jensen!", but mostly, I was just dumbstruck by The Pretty. I think he's seriously the most attractive human I've even laid eyes upon. It takes a lot to intimidate me in a romantic sense, but I'm fairly certain that were I to ever actually meet Jensen Ackles, I'd sputter something unintelligible and finish up with, "um, and I like your shoes." I am so glad Agnes was there to reassure me that this is a totally normal reaction.
Also of The Pretty? Ewan McGregor in a kilt. And a motorcycle jacket. And-- yeah. I know he's married and all, but a little harmless fantasy never hurt anyone.
Brrrr. Still cold.
Bellydance class went suprisingly well last night. I'd been a little disheartened in my last few classes because our teacher isn't very good at verbally breaking the moves down, and I don't want to learn by simple mimicry. Last night, we worked a lot on arms, and improvising new arms for familiar moves. We had to come up with a new variation and teach it to the class, which, while incredibly nerve-wracking, was actually kind of cool. As the moves get harder, Rebecca's focusing a lot more on solo/chorus work, which means I should drill a little harder so I don't blank when I'm the soloist. I did okay last night-- I tried a camel with new arms, but I was so in my head about getting the technical aspects right that I'm pretty sure it was stiff.
BPAL of the day: Polyhymnia: She of Many Hymns governs Sacred Poetry and the Gift of Eloquence, and brought the gift of Geometry to the world. The most introspective one of the Sisters, she is contemplative, withdrawn and brooding. The Solemn One is veiled, garbed in long, somber robes, and is shown either resting her arm upon a pillar, or with her finger to her mouth in a gesture of silence. Polyhymnia grants fame and glory to writers, brings inspiration and immortality through one’s written work. Orris root, white sage, rowan bark and red sandalwood, with myrrh, rosemary, lemon balm and honeysuckle.
Lemon balm and honeysuckle all the way, man. I would almost be tempted to say "lemonheads" were it not for the little bit of herbs underneath. This one is both tart and soft at the same time-- that must be the orris. Orris almost always smells "fuzzy" to me-- soft, like a cashmere blanket over the other notes. After a while, the citrus burns off and leaves a warm, woody scent that is nice, sweetened by honeysuckle. This one would be fantastic in a bath bomb, maybe-- but on my skin, I don't tend to wear lemon as a primary note.
Supernatural was good last night-- it really took a different tone than usual. I have to say, I kept getting distracted by Jensen. The Pretty has the ability to take me out of a scene faster than a dart. When Dean was on the phone with the Feds? Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice was saying "oh man, he's such a good actor. It looks so natural. Way to go, Jensen!", but mostly, I was just dumbstruck by The Pretty. I think he's seriously the most attractive human I've even laid eyes upon. It takes a lot to intimidate me in a romantic sense, but I'm fairly certain that were I to ever actually meet Jensen Ackles, I'd sputter something unintelligible and finish up with, "um, and I like your shoes." I am so glad Agnes was there to reassure me that this is a totally normal reaction.
Also of The Pretty? Ewan McGregor in a kilt. And a motorcycle jacket. And-- yeah. I know he's married and all, but a little harmless fantasy never hurt anyone.
Brrrr. Still cold.
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