Coming back....

What happened because I stopped going to dance this month:
a) I feel really fat.
b) Ive turned in more homework
c) focused more time on other interests like writing and Internet surfing (haha)
d) I became depressed and I couldn't figure out why until I noticed that it coincided with my dance hiatus
e) I was more irritable and moody

But on Friday I went back. I was almost literally shaking with nervous anticipation of what might happen. A month without dance is a long time, and I didn't want to see where I had backtracked technique-wise.
To my surprise it wasn't that difficult. Not to mention the warm welcome backs I received- I was sore and tired and achy when i got back home, but I was on cloud nine. I was really on a sort of drug-free high. Nothing could go wrong.

It's good to be back.


I love you

Dear reader,
I just wanted you to know that I love you and want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read my blog.

If you want to absolutely make my LIFE, feel free to drop a note and introduce yourself. I would love to get to know you!

Thank you darlings! Oh, and how was your valentines day?

Vicky page


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I am in love with this picture. I found it in the dance magazine.


The Prom

Hi guys.
I know, I've been a slacker. 
And I apologize
(sound familiar?)

But last night was  prom.
Yeah, It happened.
And it was the best night EVER.

there was no kissing, no DSL, no major cuddling.
we were like best friends.
We were literally laughing so  hard we couldnt breathe.

And thats pretty amazing considering we hadn't really talked before that night.
We all just "clicked"

highlights of the evening:
a)At dinner we asked the waitress if we could have some crayons and we got to draw all over the paper on the table. There were some pretty amazing drawings.

b)The moment when my date started singing "I dont wanna wait" by Paula Cole. I couldve kissed him then and there.

c)the fact that we decided to ditch the dance and go hang out in the basement

d)Everyone struggling to put on the bouttoneirs and the parents having to put them on (even they had issues with it though)

e)watching a really scary movie and screaming

f)all of the crazy  wierd and wild inside jokes we have now.

In short, I loved it.

This was my dress (I didnt end up getting the other one)


*I'll put up some more pictures soon, I promise :)

Completely unrelated to dance....

Do you mind if i give you a little sneak peek into my life at the moment? Warning: it has nothing to do with dance, but everything with being a teenager in high school.

So here's the story
First Installment:
Junior Prom is coming up, as anyone reading this blog will have noticed. So I planned to ask one of my guy friends. I was hesitant to ask him because I felt like I was putting myself out there by doing so, and I didn't want to hint at the fact that I've had a crush on him for the last 2 years. 
But I decided I would anyway. 

Wednesday night, me and two other girls go out to deliver our invitations to each of our prospective dates.
The first two go fine. 

Of course, I was last. 

We get to his house, park the car across the street. 
As we are crossing the street, his little brother walks outside and so we run back to our car so he wont see us. 

While we are hiding, another car drives past then circles the block. 
We emerge from our hiding spot and start to go to the house again. 

Suddenly, the car that drove past pulls up to the house.
Two girls jump out and place an invitation on the front step while we are literally halfway across the street.

Yes. They knew I was going to ask him.
But I guess it didn't matter.

Long story short, I had to humiliate myself in front of the boy and his family and in the end he chose the other girl (lets nickname her britt. it sounds like b*tch)
And on top of that I still have to see him every morning because he takes me to school.

Second Installment:
I now had a new problem. Who should I ask to prom? Being new to the school, I didn't know too many guys who were still 'up for grabs'.
But my best friend(Lillo) told me I could ask Charlie.
Charlie was the best friend of Lillo's ex-boyfriend, and she had sort of been flirting with him for the last little bit, but their break up was a little too soon for anything to happen between them.

Charlie: popular, funny, athletic and verrry cute. There was the slight problem that he didn't know me and I didn't exactly know him but it was just a dance, after all.
So I asked him.

A couple of days later we officially introduced ourselves to each other at lunch and I gave him my number etc. etc. two days later he started texting blah blah blah

and this is where the story really begins.

to be continued.....

Veekend Vacationings

My weekend:

I went on a date!
It was fun :) We had dinner and talked for a long time. I love it when 
guys talk about things other than sports. 
It makes me feel like I could be friendly to them.


Tomorrow we have dance (even though everywhere else is a national holiday).
and instead of the usual 2-hour class,
we'll be there from 12-4.
Four hours of dance on a public holiday. 

Sometimes I don't know what I've gotten myself into.


I know, I didn't do Saturday Selections officially yesterday. But I did post pictures, all somewhat dance related so I think It could count. 

please say it does. 


I picked my dress for junior prom. This is what it looks like;

it's simple. 
it's classy. 
it's modest. 
it's sexy. 
it's me. 


hope your weekend went, and continues to go, well and wonderfully.

Vicky P



 I know I have been kind of absent this week. Let me just say I have had a heck of a lot to think about - relating to school and boys and drama and the fact that
junior prom is in two weeks. 

I was stressed. 

But I went to dance Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. 
as usual. 

Here are some things that happened:
 On Tuesday, we were doing wheelbarrows (you know, where someone holds your leg and you use your hands to propel yourself forward ) they are actually surprisingly hard and my abs were sore afterwards. But anyway, I fell on my hip and that is what happened. 

It looks alot worse in real life. 
I also scraped my elbow up pretty bad that day. 

haha. i thought it was only toes that got hurt in dance

(though mine did also)
On Wednesday, the day I didnt go to dance, I spent an hour at the library reading 'Dance Magazine'. 
I really liked the quote above,
especially since I'm learning under the russian technique

 Walking around the grocery store after dance. 
You get alot of stares when you wear flesh colored tights. 
This is sort of unrelated, but I was so hungry and it depressed me that I couldnt even buy these. I never have money! All I could do was take a picture and set it as my wallpaper

(you think I'm kidding but i'm not)

Happy weekend, guys!
I'll probably post tommorow to tell you how mine went :)


Saturday Selections!

(I don't know where this is from! sorry!)


have a great weekend!



What a great day. I almost think that whatever happens on a friday, it becomes bearable because it's friday. 

and fridays rock. 

Rockin' Friday TidBits
*When I did the variation at dance class today, the teacher said "that was a nine". 
(he was referring to points. out of ten.)

*My eye is all better. no more scary vampire!

*Alison isn't mad at me. 

*texting my friends all day because i CAN

*getting excited for junior prom at school

*not being late to anything at all today. 

*I got my new leotard in the mail today. and it fits!! I should put up a picture!

*Having a legitimate excuse to get new ballet slippers. I now have a hole the the size of a ping-pong ball

*the prospect of sleeping in tomorrow morning. ahhhhh....

*not having rehearsals all afternoon tomorrow like all the people participating in YAGP have. 

Vicky P.



Today is thursday. a much better day than wednesday. All i can say is that I'm glad yesterday is yesterday.

Today we started working on some contemporary moves for an upcoming performance. Let me say that though I may not have perfect technique in ballet, contemporary I can do. So today was pretty good.
I learnt a new variation, a much simpler one. thankfully he didn't ask to see me perform it though. But I am worried - I'm not taking part in the YAGP competition that everyone else at the studio is doing, but he said that we were going to perform all the variations here at our own city. everyone would. even if we weren't competing.

Another note - I got a phone today! Yay!
been constantly texting all day. it's been kinda weird to be able to communicate so fast.

i love it.



8 little things

8 things that made me happy today

1. My hair looked nice.
2. A couple of girls at dance saw I was upset and were really sweet about it
3. I saw some friends at school that  I hadn't seen since the Christmas break :)
4. A man that I am completely in love with sent me an email (even if it was a completely unrelated to matters of the heart)
5.  I am approximately one inch away from being able to do both side splits
6. I am finally sort of over this one guy who I was in love with for 2 years. not even kidding. 2 years.
7. The sun was shining today and it was warm and beautiful
8. I woke up earlier than usual and had a bit of time to get ready for school without rushing around like a crazy woman.

I just thought that with the negativity of the last post, I needed something happy to brighten up this blog. I can't stand painful stuff like that for too long.


So I had a bad day...

I had the uncanny ability today
to piss off everyone that I like. 

I don't usually vent about problems like this - but I really really feel like I need to get this day off my 
chest, and off my mind. 

Thing 1
It started with me having one awful looking red eye. 
bloodshot and terrifying, 
it was like an omen of bad news.

Thing 2
Then at dance, it was horrible. I was given 30 minutes to learn a new variation, taught to me by one of the girls there, called Alison. 
getting taught by my fellow 'students' is always an uncomfortable situation for me. Especially when it's one of my friends. I probably hate it because suddenly the fact that I'm worse than them becomes apparent. 

Anyway, I tried really really hard to learn the variation. 
I really did. 

When it was my turn to go, I missed my que because I had never heard the music to the variation before. When I said this (and my exact words were "It's just that I've never done it with the music") the teacher told Alison to do it with me. 

I tried to say that I could do it, but he wouldn't listen. 

So, Alison was pissed. 

I apologized several times. Heck! I told the teacher not to make her do it! But he kept saying that it was her fault because she hadn't taught me properly. 

Thing 3
Straight after dance I had to go to a stupid activity with a bunch of teenagers that I don't particularly want to be with. So, after being there for almost an hour, I told my friend (who has a car) that we should go drive around and quickly come back. 

I didn't tell anyone. 

stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid

when we walked back inside, my sister was doubled over on the front steps. 
she had a terrible stomachache, and was going home.
The two ladies who had brought us there turned back at me with expressions of damnation. 

"you shouldn't do that" one of the usually soft-spoken ladies kept repeating.

Apparently they had been trying to contact me in any way they could - since I don't have a phone it was tricky. 

Again, I kept apologizing. 

I don't know how I'll be getting out of this one. 

Things 4, 5 and 6
To put the cherry on the top of my lovely day, everyone kept asking if I was sick because I looked it. 

After dance I didn't have time to get out of my leotard, so I just kept it on and put some leggings on top. I totally forgot about the panty line issue until well into the nights activities. 
by then it was too late. 

A guy that asked me out refuses to look at me for some reason. I don't even want to try and go there. I have just sort of given up on making people happy because I seem to have lost my magic touch. 

Vicky P.


Exciting News!!

Since I started at my current studio, I was only able to go 2x a week because I had an internship I was going to. I really wanted to go more - i know that to get any better I have to go more. The only problem was the finances - I could barely afford what I was doing presently, how could I afford double?

I wanted to figure out what I should be aiming to try and earn, so I asked the instructor how much it would cost.

"Oh, It will just be the same"

I about died there on the spot. Pure bliss and joy washed over me. I could go more often! And it would be the same price!! Maybe I could now afford to not only have classes but buy new pointe shoes (and some slippers, my current pair is breaking do-o-own.)

So I am just on cloud nine right now.

much much much love




I bought a new leotard - the style above except in black and blue. From here. I got a gift card for Christmas, so I decided to spend it. Browsing the leotards online made me feel like I should pawn my jewelry and buy the entire collection. Too bad I have sentimental value in my rings and things.

On the same note - my financial situation is tricky. I pay for a little over half of the cost of lessons, and my parents pay the rest. It's all they can do, and as much as I wish that there were some more funds for my dance endeavors, with a family of 8, I don't take first priority.

So I have to support whatever I need. And that becomes hard when I don't even have a real job. I had an internship that paid me a small wage in return for a huge time commitment. Trying to juggle dance and the internship was too much for me - so my parents want me to drop one of them. Of course, I chose to continue dance.
     Except, how will I pay for it?

My dad said he could find me something I could to help him with work that would supply the same amount of money my internship gave me. I hope it will be enough to cover extra costs like new pointe shoes ($60-75) or costume fees ($50).

All I can do is hope and dance my heart out.

It might be enough.