Dance, little girl!

My project of the week is choreographing ten 2-minute dances for my dance classes. Yesterday I got done with both pre-school dances, and today I met my goal by completing K-1. Tomorrow I hope to accomplish the creation of a couple of fantastic ballet dances for both my 2-4 and my 5th grade classes. I've sort of been dreading this week, but it's really been kind of fun. I admit, it took my like...7 hours to complete the two pre-school dances yesterday, but I kept distracting myself and I wasn't focused. And anyway, I'm on Christmas break, so when I'm done with the dancing, I can just chillax in my room, watch tv shows, read Jane Austen, eat chocolate (though I should probably take a break from that...and the tv shows, as a matter of fact. I need more time with Sense and Sensibility, and Alias just isn't allowing that :D)

Yesterday my cat was sick. Actually, she was sick on Sunday, too. Apparently she ate some of the curling ribbon from the Christmas packages. I know. It was pretty gross. I'm just glad she's all better today. We gave her a bath and mom cleaned the house, so all's back to normal. Yay! No more puking cat... :p (i'm trying to make a sticking-out-tongue face - did that work?)

So, I got some pretty amazing presents this year for Christmas. My family loves me. My parents got me a bunch of stuff - my personal favorite was the red & cream colored Mickey Mouse pajama pants paired with a black and florescent-green t-shirt that says "I do so like green eggs and ham" with a picture of Dr. Seuss's character "The Cat in the Hat". No, they don't go together at all, but I love it.
I also wear the fuzzy-blue slipper/scuffs every day. I'm so much warmer!
My sister got me one of the nicest presents I could wish for: an assortment of Ghirardelli chocolate, an iTunes gift card (which is almost used up all ready. Come to think of it, the chocolate is almost gone too...hmmm, I must need to learn some self-control :D) Oh, and not to forget the tailed-comb. This was a sort of inside joke. You see, I straighten Trudi's hair a lot, and the heat of the flat iron has over time melted and re-formed my comb, so that it is partly broken, and very much warped, and just doesn't act like a proper comb should. Since I blamed her for this, she felt obligated to rectify the situation with a new comb. Haha. I had fun with those words.

And now my eyes are burning and I can barely see, because I almost set the house on fire attempting to make popcorn this evening. Apparently peanut oil is very toxic when burned, because if I go downstairs I will no longer be granted the privelege of having the ability to breath. Or see. :s It happened like this:

~Dad asks me to make popcorn. I agree.
~I set up to make popcorn(I have the reputation of being the best popcorn maker in the family - stole it from dad years ago. It's not like this was a foreign project for me)
~I go into the living room while the oil heats up - Literally. I promptly forget that I was in the process of making popcorn. (Mom and I were having an interesting conversation about Fairy Tale people...don't ask)
~Mom sniffs the air and asks me if I was making popcorn. (this was probably 10 minutes later.)
~I promptly leap to my feet and gasp in shock at my carelessness.
~Running to the kitchen, I see smoke billowing (and I do mean billowing) from the popper.
~ I immediately freak out and mom comes to my aid. Soon we are all coughing and our eyes are streaming and air is not accessible by lung expansion.
~ Windows are opened(despite winter), smoke-dispersion candle is lit, still, odor remains.

How will this situation resolve? Will Dad get his popcorn? (we know the answer to that one - No.) Will we still be alive tomorrow? or will we have succumbed to the venomous ambiance produced by the apparently powerfully potent scent of the scorched Arachis hypogaea petroleum? Stay tuned. :)