T-minus 3hrs and 30mins more or less 'til I do my thang. Too late to back out now.
This should be fun.

I'm so hungry right now...but i don't wanna eat anything because I always hear that it's not good to eat so late in the night, especially if you're just gonna go and sleep right after.
But damn......I'm hungryyyyy. Maybe if I just have one piece of fish....
No, I can hold out 'til morning...cuz I'm strong-willed like that.
Maybe one wholewheat Wibix cracker....This is ridiculous, I know I'm gonna cave...why don't I just go have some cereal and get it over with?
Man, I'll let y'all know how this drama turns out.

C.O.T.
T-minus 19 hrs and 17 mins 'til I rock the house! Yup, tonight's practice went fairly well. I think I'll sleep okay.

Tonight's practice was kinda frustrating. Mark was cranky, our timing was comPLETEly off, and we kept slipping all over the floor.
*Sigh* One more practice session before the night of truth.
I'm dreading it, and yet I want it to come quickly and be over with.

C.O.T.
I wish I could write poetry. I always make up silly, funny ones but one-a these days I'll take a stab at writing a proper poem....one that expresses some deep, obscure emotion of mine.

Awright, I goin' to bed now,,,sleep comes to me, and takes me, like a lover.

I need to work on my flirting tecniques.
I've had reports that when I make a "move" on a fella, it can't be considered a "move"...and that it barely even counts as a "m"!!
How depressing.
There I am, thinkin' that I'm bein' this smooth playa-chick, gettin' my "mack" on and all that, and de man don't even realise!
Schuuupes, again, depressing. I need to get in touch with my inner "Mae West, one-a my female role-models.

C.O.T.
I have a recurring daydream in which I'm marooned on a deserted island with a handsome Iraqi soldier. I wonder what it means....

C.O.T.
T-minus 2 days and 5 hours 'til I wring my ankle in the middle of the dance floor and die of embarrassment.

Gossip Folk - Missy Elliot

When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these curbs
Skuur, did ya heard
I love em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound
right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here


For the first time in my life, I've heard gossip about myself! :o
Pardon my amazement, but it's kind of a novelty for me. If there has ever been any gossip 'bout me in the past, it's never reached my ears, that is until last night.
I have mixed emotions: I'm flabbergasted, I want to laugh, and at the same time, I want to bitch-slap the heifer (I have reason to believe it was a female) who started it.

C.O.T.
T-minus 3 days and 8.5 hours 'til I rumba my heart out.

Yesterday was tiring both physically AND emotionally.Thank God for ballroom! It's a good distraction.
Speaking of which, the countdown 'til my 1st ever latin competition is on!!!!
T-minus 4 days and 8 hours. Yikes...I'm nervous all like now. Mark, my dance partner, keeps scaring me with stories about how people tend to go out on the dance floor and just blank out on ALL the routines! I hate Mark. :P
My costume hasn't even been started yet. I want it to be pure bashment though...a cute flippy lil' skirt that shows nuuuuffff leg! And all my back should be out too. Hotness cyan done. Woo!

Went to the Spring Break Midway party last night, and I Had A Ball ( a big glow-in-the-dark one)!!! Doan mind I spent nearly an hour waiting outside, developing close, intimate relationships with each of the six people surrounding me. I must say, we were a good-smelling bunch last night! Just about everyone remembered their deodorant!! :P

It's amazing how once you make up your mind to have a good time, you do! There were so many things that coulda ruined my flow, but I really surprised myself. Nothing Phased Me! In my own little world last night, I ruled! Mwah-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!

Attitude is everything.

Uweeval was last night....I got to relieve some stress. Denise Belfon shamed some men onstage. Go Sassy Wow!

I'm feeling kinda down right now, for all those who seem to think I'm an eternal ray of sunshine. So down in fact, that I decided to sit out Spring Break beach lime.
At least I have the house to myself again so I can wallow, uninterupted, in my melancholy.

I wonder if Obeah women are listed in the yellow pages...I think I may need one for matters of the heart.

Awright, no ballroom tonight (even though we need it...competition is only a week away.Yikes!) and I'm takin' this opportunity to get my ass to snorin'!
Yes, my best friend tells me I snore.
I asked her "Y'mean cute, dainty snores, right?"
To which she responded, "No."
I think she's makin' it up.

C.O.T.
My mum is sitting watchin' WWE wrestling with my brother. Her running commentary is hilarious:
Mum: Wow, he's a big guy, isn't he?
Mum: So wait, who's she? Tha's his girlfriend?
Mum: Those pants he has on are sooooo tight!
Mum: I can't see his testicles in those pants, can you?
Warren: No.
Mum: Aaaaah! He just got slammed down so hard!! Man Warren, this is foolishness, how you cuh watch dis?
Warren: Muuuuum! Shhh!!

Peace out. I gine and hol' some zzz's.

I saw something today that struck me as somewhat odd....I was being driven in the general town area and I saw this guy, he was dressed in typical "thug" gear: baggy jeans, stocking cap, tims, etc.,
anyway, I saw him coax this dog (I dunno if it was a stray or not) over to him, then he bent down and petted it. I guess this seemed so strange to me because ya never associate a "thug" with the sensitivity and compassion with which you would associate an animal lover! It's usually one or the other!
It was such a small thing that guy did, but dammit, it touched me. There's a life lesson in this somewhere kids: something along the lines of: " You can't judge a book by it's cover".

C.O.T.
I was SOOO tired at work today that I made myself a cup of coffee! And I drank it too! Drastic times call for drastic measures. A co-worker of mine took a good look at me (with the expression of someone who is examining a particularly disgusting bug) and commented that she could see dark circles around my eyes. Tha's when I took the cue and headed to the boardroom for an emergency nap!

This madness must stop.

I bought myself a new handbag today and it's probably not that big a deal in the grand scheme of things, but caw-lemma, I feel fussy anyway!

Funny how the obtainment of a simple object can seem to bring joy. Does this mean I'm materialistic? I've always prided myself on my non-materialasticity (you caught me...English is not my first language).

Anyhow, lemme take this opportunity to talk about my cool new bag! It's reversible! That means it's like 2 bags in one! Couldn't you just die?!?!

Change of Topic( I've decided to make an official heading when I change the subject. This will be shortened to C.O.T. in the future)
I caught myself driftin' off to sleep at my desk today. This is not good. I need to fit more sleep into my schedule somehow! It's this consarned internet!
It calls to me, like a waiting lover, it seduces me with it's promise of everything, and it keeps me up all night in it's heated embrace....

Today was an average Monday. In fact, I'd say it was maybe a lil' a better than most, but I have no clue why.
Turns out the insurance salesman that works in my building has taken a liking to yours truly. Dear God, why me?

Now for the first ever edition of Daana-mania Trivia!

*What I want most in the world right this minute*: To have someone rub my tummy until I fall asleep. I think I'd purr like a cat.

Ballroom this evening wasn't too bad. No leg cramps this time and I decided to be kind to my feet (and rather delinquent at the same time) and wear slippers for part of my session.

My arch rival, I'll call her A*, didn't show up this time. Wonder where she was....
Despite being a thorn in my side, I have to admit, she IS a top dancer, and her presence has inspired me to work harder, so I guess she's useful afterall. This doesn't change my personal goal of kicking her ass in the Samba though!

I just had a banana smoothie. I'm so happy I've made them a part of my life! For those who don't know how to make them, lemme fill ya in:

1. Get those over-ripe bananas that nobody seems to wanna eat
2. Freeze 'em
3. Chuck one of 'em in a blender along with about 3/4 to 1 cup of cold 2% milk (or you can use whole milk if you must!)
4. Blend for about 45 seconds.
5. Drink it!

Well, since I'm here, I may as well practise my blogging.

I'm home all alone for the first time in months and it..is...exhilerating!! Why, I can walk around in any and every stage of undress and there's no-one to loudly exclaim "Daana Linton, have you comepletely lost your mind?? What if the neighbors see you??"

Ah yes, and soon I'm goin' to go watch MadTV and eat popcorn. This is the good life.

I try so hard to have the house all to myself more often, but my family....they just won't leave!

Oh well, popcorn time.

Awright, here goes.
This is my first...uh...blog (even that word sounds strange...wait, since when is "blog" even a word anyway?). I guess I'd better make it a good one...a memorable one even!
.....I think I have a little stage fright.....I feel the need to tell myself to relax and breathe deeply...I sure hope this goes okay.

When I first saw this blogging thing (haha, sounds like a British cuss word there!) I was like "Why the hell would anybody want to have an online diary, with everyone reading your thoughts...examining the intimate workings of your mind??" But I've recently come up with the answer, at least in MY case! I think EVERYONE needs something or somewhere that everything can be ALL about themself!!! Plus I don't think anybody will actually read this.
I find that I'm always tuned in to the outside world and I don't get a chance to retreat inwardly!
But then I asked myself "Why don't you just write in an old-fashioned journal...y'know, one made of paper?"
To which I replied "Silly girl, I DO write in a paper journal...but this might be more fun!!"

And with that, I raise my glass in a toast to...Daana The Blogger!
*I take a sip of my ice-cold 2% milk*