Birth of a Sideshow

I really feel like putting a post here, just to let this bit of the blogiverse know that I'm still alive, mufuckas <3

So, what have I got on my plate? It's only been...almost 2 years since my last post, god damn. Well, I am:
--learning to contact juggle (boyfriend's a contact juggler, I'm employing him and a bag of oranges to assist me)
--learning to hula-hoop
--honing and perfecting my fire-breathing & fire-flow (love practicing with my firestaff <3)
--slowing down on my bellydancing and b-dance choreography...it makes me a little sad to say it, but lesson around here are expensive, and it seems like to join any troupe they want you to take a couple of classes first. Boo. I'mma do it on my own, bitches.
--Transitioning out of food service into my profession of choice: massage therapy! Yes, in the 2 years I've been absent I've gone to school, graduated, and earned a state license in clinical massage therapy. I believe that it's my calling (aside from performing just for fun), and I'm excited to finally feel as though I'm doing something of consequence with my life.

Whilst discussing contact-juggling, hooping, and fire-breathing with the boyfriend, I talk about how I'm a one-woman sideshow. How I need to put up a tent with sign that says "Mississippi Sideshow, 5 ¢", and then get myself a pair of shoes: a bass drum kick on one and a high-hat cymbal on the other. I said to him, "Boom chick boom chick boom chick boom chick will be my cry as I meander the city streets!" And spent the next 5 minutes laughing at my dumbass self.

It's ok, I'm dumb sometimes and I embrace that--but at least I crack myself up. Never depend on outside sources for true entertainment ;)

Well, I think that's all I have to say for now. Here's looking up to the next two years--I may even blog a little bit in that duration.