Last night I got my no-handed chopper and dumped by text message!

***UPDATE: very short clip of my no-hands chopper is now here!***

I’m happier about the no-handed chopper, obviously. Pics when I have my camera on me at the studio next time!!

Until then, just imagine it as an uglier version of this (because I’m still learning, duh!), and with a hand supporting the grip leg, just as with Jade splits (which I CAN FEEL are coming, woot woot). Also, shout out to Cathe over at Our Pole Tricks for doing a no-handed chopper like a boss, just saying.

Technique note: ***the secret*** to the NHC is shifting the weight into your arm pit as you set the leg. Not as hard as it looks, since amazingly, I got it on my first attempt. Next step: trying it on the non-dominant leg.

We also worked on this pose that I’m pretty sure Antoine made up himself, because he’s creative like that (YES I BLOGGED ABOUT YOU ANTOINE, be less fabulous next time and you’ll be safe!) but so far, no dice on hitting it. It’s really friggin’ hard. Oh well, next time!

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Oh, so is it just me, or is it extra gross to get dumped by somebody you are not officially dating? Like, you were hanging out for a couple of weeks, and you text them to meet up because had a good day and you’re feelin’ extra sassy, and then they text back that they are “too busy to give you what you need.”

Um. Chicka what?

I just… okay?

Someone please tell me this has also happened to them, because I’m bewildered. I can’t decide if it’s nice and respectful, or a huge diss (like, I know I don’t owe you a break up because we’re not going out, but I just wanted to go out of my way to make it CRYSTAL CLEAR that I don’t like you).

My ego… it… stings.

In other news, sorry the posts have been so few and far between, but things should pick up soon as my NEWLY FIXED COMPUTER should be arriving any day now!!! Thanks, Dad!!! I can’t wait until I can watch movies and write blogs in my spare time again, because lately, I’ve been listening to the radio (seriously) and reading when I get home like it’s the year 1942. Which has been pleasantly chill, but, I’m over it at this point.

<3<3<3 and happy twirls!

Cathy