Saturday, February 28, 2009

The Balls of My Feet are Killing Me...

...My nails are sore. I can't type faster than 30 wpm, and I cannot pick up hair, lint, or tie my shoes with my fingers. And I almost wounded my eyeballs trying to remove my eye contacts with these fake things. I have an almost-infected cut on my thumb; a cut I have no idea how I received. There's a bruise on my foot from where Joanna stepped on me when we were were learning the waltz (I guess I shouldn't have taken my shoes off). And my body is sore. Probably from trying to dance on those cursed 5- inch heels (according to Florence) and taking pictures in uncomfortable positions.





But the minor injuries were all well worth it I believe.
So formal's just a time to put on a dress and some fake eye lashes and nails, eat dry chicken, take a gazillion pictures, and, at least this year, dance the macarana? to your heart's content.
Fun =).

4 comments:

Justin Li said...

Just get a facebook, girl.

Unknown said...

I agree. I couldn't lift my legs, my toes hurt like no tomorrow, and the balls of my feet have never felt so much pressure. However, it was worth it.

idontlikeyou said...

i agree with justin :D

i remember my feet were dying when i was dancing ..but it was worth it..it was fun

IczyG said...

haha was it reallli worth it?
that sounds like agonizing pain >.<

but yea u shud get a facebook for pix and blog ur thoughts =P

And the first pic makes u look sooo tiny....
but ur soooo pretty!
i shudve gone...mebbe nxt year.