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so I’ve just finished another jazz class – first one with a new choreography. and I have to say one thing. ech… it’s jazz. no, no, no — it’s fucking jazz!

I’m still failing at it. well… ok. I’m learning. it’s a fail for me only because I’m not as good as I want to be. I know, I know – these are lessons, we’r all learning how to dance, it’s all part of the process. but come on, come on, come on. I have to shake off all these emotions. and I’m… oh, I’m so bad at this that I don’t even want to watch the video from this choreography. I recorded it to learn – but honestly, I’m not sure if I can even look at it. it was hard, sure. but still, I feel like I should’ve done better.

so yeah. this is jazz. no – this is fucking jazz.