weirdness...

So, since we're already into this weekend, it's rather silly to try and recap last weekend, but that's not to say that nothing happened worth mentioning, cause that's not true...I'm just going to be lazy and point everyone to jezebeltw 's journal, from April 19th and 20th ;) --which has pix too! Of course, I look like an emaciated, strung-out, make-upless nut in most of them, but that's probably mostly due to no sleep the night before when we stayed at the mum-in-law's ...besides that, and the pizza incident, and the bonfire-smell, I'd say it was fun and Jenn and Simon were awesome room buddies :)

This week....it's just been weird...the new moon seems to have been quite a mental-bastard when it comes to self-image, but things look better as we move toward the fuller moon. I'd just like my skin and head to be happy, please? On Thursday, Azar saw my Rakkasah video, and she praised a few points, but the larger part of me wishes she'd say "you need to work on this and that" --and I'm sure she's stored that in the back of her head for later...but I would have oddly felt better to hear some negative (in a good way) comments. Last weekend, I got a lot of positive feedback from just informal fun stuff (half of which was done in combat boots on a rug on a lawn, and I wouldn't do that again, except I was cold!), and that should be like "hey, way to go!", but I'm feeling more in this "sophomore" slump sort of phase: "how do I get better, what else do I need to learn, what else should I do---that I CAN do" --I'd say the person I'd most want to take lessons from right now is Dalia Carella...but that ain't happening, unless she drops in unexpectantly. Thinking about Najia, and since Tatseena was her student, that may be a start. My other interests lie in SoCal, but I'm not sure where/how/when.

Anyway..last night we all (me, keitherz, jenn, simon, palomers, and jack) joined forces and ended up at Gumba's. Plans were relatively open, so we ended up at "Off The Hookah" which just opened up like last week. As we were heading down there, the owner of Gumba's asked if we were going to go see the bellydancing, which made me and Paloma give THAT LOOK to each other. Last thing we all knew, the Hookah guy was going to coordinate stuff with her, which would involve us, and so forth. Well, that didn't happen. So we go to see, and I'm still not sure who the dancer was or where she came from, except she did look nice in a costume. We could figure out from her movements probably which of two teachers she came from...anyway...so everyone else lit up, except me, because I've just never been into inhaling anything but nice fresh air....and probably b/c of where I was sitting, it got to be a bit much after a while...so between that and the mediocre dancing and the horrible sound system, I was feeling rather peevish, but it definitely wasn't from the company.

And today, apparently my hard-drive was threatening failure, so Keith did all sorts of cool mojo voodoo, which made my system happy, but something backfired on his, so he's lost info and has to reinstall windows, etc...so send good computer energy to keitherz!