Ballroom?

I found out a few weeks ago that Arthur Murray offers a first free dance class. After watching an entire season of Dancing with the Stars, I decided it would be a swell idea to get Ben to go. So, finally, we went together tonight. Our dance instructor was Edgar and he taught us a very very basic foxtrot step and a very very basic swing step. I didn't have problems with the steps, but I tended to drag Ben around a little (bad Angela). All the big ballroom cliches started swimming up in my head and at some point I said to Ben, "Lead, Charles! Lead!" I don't think he or Edgar got the reference to Charlie Brown and Lucy. Ben, to my surprise and great happiness really enjoyed himself. He stomped around like wild slon, and had a look of consternation on his face, but when we got back to his place, he did the rock step just fine.
So, all in all, we had a lot of fun, and Ben actually seemed interested, but then we found out how much it cost...for a low low price of $1080, we can take 10 classes! Maybe when Ben becomes an oil tycoon we can consider it, but for now, I'll stick to my 12 for $50 ballet classes.

SYTYCD

For the first time ever, I get to actually watch So You Think You Can Dance when it's on TV! Amazing! First year it was on, I was stuck at Gramma's apartment where she had no cable. Second year, I was in China. Fortunately, since everything in China is pirated, I was able to keep track until Youtube locked down on all of it. And now, well, I only get to see the first few weeks, but that's more than I ever got to see before!

So...early favorites:Lacey, Anya, and Sara. No great boys this time. Maybe it's just because the dances showed off the girls more, but the boys just didn't pop out at me. And all the other girls, some were just not so good (I feel bad for the first girl who had to do hip hop) and the rest were pretty stuck up and didn't dance well enough for me to think they could be that way. We'll see. O yes, and by far my favorite dance was Lacey and Kameron's contemporary. Love it!

Back in Pittsburgh

Well, I'm back in Pittsburgh. My parents and sister saw me off at the airport yesterday morning. I was kind of sad to leave them. Well, at least now there's peace and quiet.
I was a little horrified when I got back to my apartment. I know Zach is particularly fastidious about his personal space, but I didn't realize he was THAT fastidious. When I first walked in the door, I thought we'd been robbed or something because the hallway was so bare. My hall table was moved, my phonebooks are gone, all the small appliances as well as my cooking implements have been hidden away somewhere. I suppose it looks cleaner, but it's kind of a shock. And really, did my cooking stuff absolutely have to be moved? My bedroom wasn't too bad, fortunately.
When I looked in the bathroom, all of my things (shampoo, toothbrush, etc.) were missing. Zach told me he threw them all out because they were covered in a thin film of mildew. In fact, the entire bathroom was covered in mildew. I definitely scrubbed through the entire bathroom before I left. Somehow my ex-roomie and her boyfriend managed to take the bathroom from pristine to fungal-infested. I thought Japanese people were supposed to be clean... Well, at least Zach got rid of the blue carpets. Those really weren't to my taste and the yellow pollen-stuff coming off the toilet cover scared me enough that I never tried to change them. I am annoyed, however, that he threw out my shampoo and my razor. The shampoo bottle was only half-used and the mildrew was only on the outside. As for my razor, that was one of those ones with replaceable heads, so I could have just rinsed off the handle and replaced the head part. O! And he threw out the pumice stone I got in CHINA!!! WHY!!!!???

Endless Chatter

After four weeks of being home, my mother's endless talking is REALLY getting on my nerves. Not that it never did before. If I'm sitting in the living room, CLEARLY reading a book, she'll still keep talking the whole time. And it's not anything new or important she talks about. She's told me about some lady whose husband wanted a divorce about five times already, and every time I remind her she's already told me, she says, "O, I thought I only told your father."
Today I thought I'd try something different. Hide upstairs in my room to read. Mom FOLLOWS me upstairs and starts talking about more useless things. I really need some earplugs or something...

Never EVER Sublet

When one of my roomies for next year suggested we sublet to someone over the summer, I thought it'd be a good idea. The subletter is someone we all know, and someone we knew valued personal space and therefore would take good care of the apartment over the summer. UNFORTUNATELY, we've had one problem after another.
First, my former roomie decided to let her boyfriend stay in the apartment after her part of the lease was over, encroaching on my subletting friend's space and time. When we got the boyfriend to move out, I thought, "Good, my problems are over."
NOW, MORE PROBLEMS HAVE SPRUNG UP.
1) The basement key is lost?!! I don't want to have to pay for a lock cutter...?!!
2) My subletting friend has managed to piss off the apartment building people and now if his car is so much as seen in the vicinity of the building, it'll get towed...?!!!

At least former-roomie's-boyfriend was polite enough to return my call as to how to return the apartment keys...

Supersized

Yesterday, my sister and I had a lovely day out. We went to get the car washed, we went to her comic book store, went to the mall. I decided that I was in the mood for some McDonalds so we went to the one in the food court. As I stood there, I thought that I was seeing things wrong. What happened to the six-piece chicken nugget option? Maybe I needed my glasses. I put on my glasses and realized that not only was six-piece gone, the only options now are 10 and 20!! 10?!!! 20?!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the small fry? I thought a small fry came in those little white paper bags. What I got is what used to be a medium. Scary....