i cant beleive myself

i entered this dance-off thing and i have no idea what to do nor think about it...i didnt even remember about it untill to-day or else i may have practiced this little awesome saturday night fever thinger i found...ill just either request the chicken dance or not do it. bleh im such a retard. one day in art, mrs b's like. 'is there anymore sign-ups for the dance-off thinger?' (not exactly those words) and then i screamed so she signed me up...i obviously wasnt thinking to much at that time. ell well.