Why haven't I called you back, you ask?

I've been getting complaints about my lack of availability, lack of socialness, lack of visibility, lack of returning calls/emails/texts/carrier pigeons. That has motivated me to write the most boring blog post ever-an overview of my weekly schedule. Now, I'm not making excuses, mind you. Just giving an explanation.

Mondays:

• Mornings are spent working on a project for my mom (archiving and typing up all of my late-great-uncle's poetry. There's a lot of it.)
• 1:30-leave house. Drive to valley
  
• 2:00-4:00- Tutor Shalhevet at Emek.
  
• 4:30-Arrive back at home. Eat something
• 5:15-leave to pick up Shalhevet and her sister from carpool, and take them home.
• 6:00-get back home, do a little more poetry work, or eat some more, or take a nap, or stare at the wall.
• 8:00-9:00- Argentine Tango class

Tuesdays:

• 7:45-Wake up
• 8:30-Leave the house
• 9:00-Arrive at Krystal Savanella Designs (fashion internship). Wake Krystal up. Play with the dog. Sew stuff. Work on google docs. Occasionally buy cans of soup. Sometimes drive to LA with Krystal. Listen to Cassie's stories. Sew some more. Copy some patterns. Chase the dog around the house. Resist the urge to clean Krystal's kitchen. Eat a turkey sandwich. Wish out loud for cookies.
  
• 4:00-leave Krystal's. Drive home.
• 4:45-Get home. Eat something, stare at wall, take a nap.
• 5:15- leave to pick up girls from carpool. Take them home. Tutor Shalhevet until we're done with homework, or we're both crying from frustration. That's usually around 8:00, at which point....
• 8:00- Meet Sarah at Borderline for salsa night. Dance until 10:30ish.
• 11:00-home, shower, go to bed at some point.

Wednesdays:

• 7:45-wake up.
• 8:30-Leave house.
• 9:00-Arrive at Krystal's.
• 12:30-Leave Krystal's. Drive home.
• 1:15-Arrive home.
• 1:30- Leave house. Drive to valley
• 2:00-Arrive at Emek, tutor Shalhevet
• 4:00-Leave Emek.
• 4:30-Arrive home.
  
• 5:15-Leave home. Pick up girls from carpool. Drop them off at home.
• 6:00-Arrive home. Have every intention of working on poetry or doing something else productive. Usually waste the entire night on facebook. Occasionally hang out with someone.
  

Thursdays:

• Morning: Work on poetry, or babysit.
• 1:30-Leave house. Drive to valley.
• 2:00-Arrive at Emek, tutor Shalhevet.
• 4:00-Leave Emek.
• 4:30-Arrive home. Pack.
• 5:50-Leave home. Drive up to Ventura.
• 6:30-Arrive at Sharon's. Babysit Jack. Spend the night.

Fridays:

• 8:00-Wake up at Sharon's.
• 9:00-Arrive at Krystal's. Full day.
• 3:00-Leave Krystal's.
• 3:45-Arrive home. Get ready for Shabbat.
• 5:00ish-Shabbat. RELAX!!!!

Saturdays:

• Shabbat. Go to temple, sometimes. More often, sleep until mid-afternoon.
• 6:00ish-Shabbat ends.
• Spend evening babysitting, staring at the wall, or hanging out with friends. Should do more of the latter.

Sundays:

• 2:15-4:15- West Coast Swing master class with Sonny Watson.
• Use the rest of the day to catch up on stuff for the week, or hang out with people. Or waste time on Facebook.

Salsa Diaries

Salsa night at Borderline. Trying to make it a regular thing. Last time had a BOMB dance night, tonight was medium. Had some good moments, had some awkward moments. I'd like to blame the partners, but I have things to work on as well.

Things to work on/learn:

• Spins. Tighter, faster, more controlled, less traveling.
• Less traveling in general. Need to take smaller steps, not run away from my partner, and end up where he puts me.
• Styling. *sigh* I hate styling. But I need some moves so when my #$%$^&%^ partner throws me out there, I have something to do.
• Dance softer: I don't want them to think they're dancing with a freight train.
  
• Dance harder: Don't be afraid to strut my stuff, and show off what moves I do have.

Pet peeves!

• MEN. WHO. TRY. TO. TEACH. YOU.
  
• Leaders who don't LEAD, just dance their own little funky dance the whole time and expect you to read their minds.
• Leads who don't even dance the dance you're supposed to be dancing.
• Leads who are doing their own thing to the point of having their own RHYTHM and expect you to follow it.
• Leads who won't dance down. I want to be challenged, but after I fail to follow your poorly led fancy-shmancy-quadruple-turn-twist-flip-thingy FOR THE THIRD TIME, you should PROBABLY not try to lead it again. For heaven's sake, be a courteous lead, find my level, and challenge me APPROPRIATELY. I'm not having fun when I can't keep up with your RIDICULOUS moves to the point that I'm falling over my own feet. I am not that bad of a dancer, not anymore. When you screw me up, I don't feel inferior anymore; I feel mad. And I'm not going to dance with you anymore. Butthead.