I am being civilised.

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As in, my mother wants me to learn to ballroom dance. I'm not too sure how I feel about that. Mehn, it could come in handy. De, I've always wanted to see how far I could get being utterly uncivilised. Kai de, furthermore I usually prefer to be the one playing the music, rather than dancing to it. Yet, it could be fun, and I have random moments of wanting to dance. On the other hand.... which hand am I on? Oh well. See, that's the cool thing about ancient Greek. You can start with "on the one hand," and just keep adding "de" until you're done. *pouts* Frankly I think I'd be better suited to Irish step dancing than to tango-ing. I like the whole pointed-toe thing, and I'm used to that type of music; my body knows how to deal with it. Or Contra dancing. (For those of you unacquainted with Contra dancing, think A&E's Pride and Prejudice-type dancing, only for a slightly less *ahem* sophisticated class.)

On a slightly more positive thought, I've found sheet music for three of the songs on Riverdance. Not Rachel's favorite, but a couple of good ones nonetheless. Never fear! A Fflam is persistent! Oh wait, I'm not a Fflam. Oh well. In any case, I shall become proficient and play them for y'all when I return.

I also apparently own an Irish tin whistle. And a recorder, and a pentatonic flute. Who knew? Now, if only I knew how to play them. I know which fingers go where, but that's about it. Hmm.

I also appear to be spelling things British-style. How odd.