Ballrooming

I think I've found a major theme for this blog. Complaining. Which I really like doing.
At this point I'm not really expecting anyone I don't know to read this blog, so I'm not going to try hard to make myself seem cool.
Right now I am on my third week of ballroom dancing in gym class. I have to complete a total of 6 weeks of dance. And I'm being 100% truthful when I say that dancing is not my forte, to be more truthful I suck. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I have no coordination, and as one of my dance partners said "it's really hard to dance when Julia is screaming in my face." But I'm just going to say that I'm enthusiastic.
Today I wore mint green tights under my maroon and gray gym clothing because I was too lazy to take them off. Paired with my five year old gray and blue sketchers (from the kids section of sports authority) these tights made me look incredibly unfashionable.
What added to the miserableness of dance class was our starting exercise. Sit ups combined with the macarena is bad enough, but push ups combined with that gym class classic was just too much. My push up skills are bad enough, but push ups combined with my terrible dancing was cringe worthy.
More about dance class coming up in the near future!