Last Weekend I...

Disappointed myself. Hated myself. Cried. Ate literal shit for two meals in a row. Annnnd the list continues..

So I had my feis this weekend. Surprise surprise, I sucked major asshole. I guess I may as well get to that later.

Enough with the melodrama.

The weekend itself hadn't been that bad; took the ferry over (it was just my mother and I) and visited with my cousins and Aunt and Uncle. It was nice, I rarely see them. They're my grandma's favorites, however, and I'll always be a little jealous by that fact..
After visiting, me and mom began our journey to this horrible grey city. Waited for a bus, rode the bus, got off and waited for a skytrain, took the skytrain. Got off, and couldn't find our bus stop. Found the bus stop. Waited for ages. I might as well mention it was FUCKING FREEZING the whole time, and we had a suitcase, a bag full of food, and my dance dress-- which made the whole experience that much more awesome! I was wearing leggings, my little oxford shoes, and one jacket, which I'll admit was a very bad clothing choice. Finally when bus arrived, and to my surprise it was a mini shuttle bus.. Probably only 20 seats in it, and there was a line up of around 30 to 40 people. Luckily for us, my mom and I just made it on, and out of the cold. Once we got off at our stop, we walked for about 5 minuets that had felt like it lasted an hour, and arrived at our inn.

Although being cold and tired hadn't been a welcome prospect, mom and I were happy and chatty... Nicety's were exchanged, something I hadn't been used to especially for this past while, but the lovingness and all that jazz between me and mom made me happy. Still do, since it hasn't ended yet. I love it when she's like this; funny, and caring,and supportive.. but unfortunately I wouldn't be surprised if I wrote a hate-driven post about her soon enough.

That night, we were hungry and didn't feel like waiting for food if we ordered in, or walking a block to all the good restaurants. Instead, we ran across the busy highway in front of our inn to the ABC Country Restaurant that was on the other side of the road.. I have five words for you:
Salt curds, and chicken shit.

Sums up the dinnah!

Then the next day was the feis. Arrived at the place it was being held at, at 8 o'clock, all primmed up with my make-up done etc., which I had never bothered with before. Practiced for half an hour-ish, and felt pretty confident with my dances, however quite nervous. The competition started, and my first dance was decent.. I ended up getting ranked 5th in that dance. The judge rarely looked at me though, but that was nothing compared to what happened in my next dance. This dance was going great-- it's my best dance and I love it the most. But half way through, I fall. On my ass. I get back up, and finish my dance.
Annd that sucked ass.
Then my next two dances, which weren't that great.. I was off-timing and I couldn't concentrate on certain parts.After that was one more dance before I had a break. This dance was better; I actually was much more relaxed.. I think that was mainly because the judge was looking at every single dancer with a "What the fuck are you doing here?" look on her face. It made me giggle to myself as I waited in line, and I ended up getting placed 3rd in that dance. I did not place in the rest of my dances.

After my break (the duration of which consisted of me trying not to cry/telling myself I still had a chance of moving up), I had my first trophy dance at that feis. This one, too, was going extreamly well. And in this one, too, I tripped. Luckily, I caught myself before I fell, but there was no chance for me to finish my dance.. I was generally depressed by this time. Then my last trophy dance. I did fine, but I didn't even bother staying for the results. Mom's coworker picked us up, and we drove back together to the ferry.

After this, I had a generally good time; talking about photography, eating in the ferry buffet, checking out mom's coworkers boat once we got back. His name is George, by the way. I had my long cry when I got home annnnd thats that!

I've already told Cream about my knee problems so I don't wanna bother with writing every detail bout them on here.. But the just of it is, I did something to fuck my knees up, kept practicing hard anyways, and injured myself. I just saw the doc today, and she's pretty sure I have two problems: Firstly, something called Pes Ancarinis, which means that I've irritated three tendons (on both knees), just on the lower inside of my kneecaps, most likely from overuse. Secondly, Patellofemeral which according to Doc many girls around my age acquire, which hurts my knees when I walk down stairs, for example. If need be, I can get physio, but I'm hoping it doesn't get to that point. All in all, nothing too serious, but I do have to take a couple weeks off from dance!

Anywho, I slept on my arm funny, its bugging me, so I'll stop typing now.

Cheers!