Creeper, or Peter Pan?

     There's a woman named Kendra at my dance studio, who takes kid classes instead of adult classes.  She has this annoyingly perky personality, and is always finding the bright side of things, even though there is no bright side.  Once, my friend Clare injured her Achille's, and she just smiled and said, "You're so tough, Clare-Bear!  I'm so proud of you!"   I wanted to hang myself right there and then.  I also don't understand why Kendra tries to hang out with the teenagers.  She's 30.  She doesn't have a job, she's just taking classes with her inheritance from her mom.  She's not in a relationship or anything.  She's at the studio all the time.  For people like me, Clare, and others who are actually serious about dance, this is normal.  But for a 30-year-old who has no career ahead of her, (come on, she can't even get onto the box of her pointe shoe.) it's a little weird.  My guess is that either she's a creeper, who doesn't have any friends, and tries to hang out with kids, and my dance teachers.  Or she has Peter Pan Syndrome, and doesn't want to be an adult.  I'm a list maker at heart, so I'm going to make a list about why Kendra should leave my studio.
1.  At the Nutcracker last year, after the Waltz of the Snowflakes, she ran off stage, said "F*** these damn shoes!" and ripped them off her feet.  She probably would've been kicked out then and there, but the teachers didn't hear her, and I didn't have the courage to say anything.
2.  She hits on one of the teachers, who is gay.  It just makes everything awkward, and he must bring up the fact that he is gay AGAIN, which has many conservative parents shaking their heads.
3.  She watches kids in the dressing room.  This is really awkward.
4.  She sucks at dance.  I know my teachers agree with me.  Come on, back me up here Miss K.

I wish she ( and Cece) would finally realize that there is absolutely no way they would make it in the dance world.  The End.

Sorry for the Long Wait...

     It's been a while since my last post, forgive me.  Not much has happened, though.  Ciaran had a Halloween/birthday party for his 9th birthday.  Me and Thea had to serve a bunch of bratty 3rd graders for 2 hours.  Fun.  Today was a very stressful day.  Apparently, Willow had somewhat caught on to what I'm doing, so before she finds out, I'm changing her name to Cece.  Sorry.  Cece is driving me nuts!  Plus, I was talking to a friend of mine, Faith, and "Cece" overheard me talking about her being really fake, and I think she got upset.  She is beginning to brag about her being skinny now.  She's like  "I'm 72 pounds."  That can't be possible, sorry.  She is 5'3".  She should be admitted to an anorexia treatment center, or take some Boost, at least.  Or she could just be honest, and I'd be perfectly happy with that.  Shelby, however, has gotten more tolerable.  Yet, Shelby tolerates Cece, even though Cece bags on her 24/7.  I really hope Cece quits.  She is making my life more frustrating than it already is.  We are in 3 scenes in the Nutcracker, and she doesn't even star in one.  Her acting is that terrible.  I'm sorry, it is.  Her fake smile, meaningless emotions, pointing at random things.  I want to just bang my head on the wall.