Hello anyone who happened to be snooping and found my book! My names Puff, and this is my rant book.
I honestly just talk about whatever I feel like, which I'm fairly sure is the purpose of rant books in general.
Anyway, if you would like to continu...
Ok. I don't know about you. But in my head that sounded really creepy.
Yup. That was creepy.
Okay. So, I have a sort of story to tell you!
This entire weekend, I was at a dance convention. It's sort of just a giant gathering of dancers, and you learn short dances, (or combinations) that are choreographed by famous choreographers.
Anyway, it was very fun, in case you were wondering.
At the end of the second day of the convention, there was a big ceremony when they would do a big recap of the whole shebang.
This is where I saw the montage. A very poorly done montage.
If you do not know what a montage is, the online dictionary says:
mon·tage /mänˈtäZH/ noun • the process or technique of selecting, editing, and piecing together separate sections of film to form a continuous whole. a sequence of film resulting from this. plural noun: montages "a dazzling montage of the movie's central banquet scene" • the technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music. "the play often verged on montage"
Lovely.
That was a fun definition.
Anyway, at the ending show, we were shown a montage of the whole thingy. Whoever put it together, really, really needs to work on their film editing skills.
The weird thing is, everyone around me was looking super impressed with the montage, and were super surprised that the managers of the convention had made one.
The latter I find slightly more disappointing, as there were people walking around with these giant cameras on sticks throughout the entire thing.
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After we saw the really poorly put together montage, there was some sort of 'highlight of the weekend' thing. (Wow. I sound really improfessional when I say words like 'thing' 'thingy' and 'shebang', don't I?)
In words, of couple people went up on the stage and they did one of the dances they had learned throughout the weekend. It was really cool, with the exception of the fact that I was questioning the decency of one of the dancers shirts. I mean seriously, it was not quite decent.
After that, I went home. And I slept. It was lovely.
You know, after about 14 hours of dancing in a span of two days, you really want to sleep. The sleeping felt so lovely. Until, that is, my father came in my room and ripped my seven (literally) blankets off me; in a rude attempt to awaken me.
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So, long story short, now I'm tired. And I haven't had any breakfast yet. Which makes me a little sad on the inside.
So now, if you folks don't mind, I am going to say au revoir, and bud you a good day, so I can go have some breakfast. (Ooooooooh... Muffins.....)
