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|Current music:||Young Man Blues by The Who (still in my head)|
Ode to Bellydancing!
Belly dancing is super awesome! Mum says I might be able to take lessons this summer! They wear ULTRA cute, flowy outfits, dangling, clinky jewelry-which I have found from personal experience you can NEVER have too much of- 83 fit on my wrists at one time + the 10ish at home. Anyway, it would be marvy and magnificent!!! Yay for hippie-gypsy stuff!
Yes Mum, because I want to take bellydancing, when I grow up I will live in a harem. Not any harem mind you, but one auf Turkei, naturlich! And no one will notice my very not dark stomach and realise my inability to speak Turkish. Then, I shall become a whirling dervish, get motion sickness, and return to England my love. Then I shall travel to surrey, and buy a Leyland Tiger PS2 or an AEC Regent III, both exceptionally nice modes of transportation. Or a flat bed lorry for my goat. And I live happy ever after, until I'm 150. Pretty nice life. While in the Middle East, I shall rescue Nino (his little episode Amelie related) and live with the French man. So there! And some people stay in Spokane all their life when they could have exhilirating experiences such as those!