loafshine

I talk to myself in my horrible Irish accent all the time when I’m walking alone. I’m sure I sound completely like a crazy person to anyone nearby who happens to hear. It must be getting better, though, because it slips out when I’m drunk and people think I am Irish, or apparently sometimes English. Of course, the judges of this are other drunk people so it’s not too much of a compliment, but it’s still lots of fun. The other night I was at a party, and some guy I hadn’t talked to at all that night came over to me.

HIM: So, where are you from?
ME: From here
HIM: No, what about before that?
ME: ..Still from here, haha
HIM: What! No! You have a thick English accent!

And I had not at all been aware of doing any accents. My UK alter-ego just comes out when I drink, har har.

I’m on my 7th week of bellydance class, aw yea. I feel awesome. On top of these sweet moves that I am not good at yet at all BUT hopefully eventually will be, I’ve learned all these cool stretches that have really helped sort my body out. My bellydance teacher is superawesome, and if you live in KW, Ontario, I totally recommend Haft Vadi for this. Hurray!

platinum blonde is close enough.