Obsession

Yeah, you could say I'm obsessed with dance. It really changed my life. I've been dancing since I was 2, so it's had time to make an impact. It didn't just improve my dancing abilities or technique, but it changed me in other ways as well. One way it definitely changed me was through music. I, unlike many people I know, get so excited over music. There are certain accents in songs that I draw attention to that none of my friends/family notice. I love instrumental progression and instrumental or vocal crescendos. Sometimes I assume it's because I enjoy singing and playing guitar. I can't take credit though, I'm not very good at guitar-- thanks tiny hands. My music collection is outrageous; I listen to LITERALLY everything, besides all foreign languages because that would get tough. I do have some French and Spanish though. I was re-doing my facebook interests section today since many things have changed, and it was very hard choosing just a few musicians. I think it's so interesting what kind of impact songs have on people, too. My dance studio is participating in a Down's Syndrome Awareness program, because a young girl at the studio has Down's Syndrome. Our newest routine is to "Man in the Mirror" by Michael Jackson. Anyone who listens to that knows the meaning behing the words. As I was dancing, I looked at the young girl, sitting next to the sound system. She was staring straight ahead and tapping her finger. At that moment, I wished so badly I knew what she was thinking. Could she understand what the words' real meaning was? Does music affect children with disablities like it affects other children? Does music affect children in general like it affects me? Does music affect me like it affects everyone else? Which puts this Blog into a complete cycle. I hope this all made sense. It did to me, anyway. Sorry it's been so long since my last post. Since you care and stuff. Mmmksaywhat?

"Been up all night

Staring at you
Wondering what's on your mind
I've been this way
With so many before
But this feels like the first time
You are the sunrise,
Go back to bed
I want to make you laugh
Mess up my bed with me
Kick off the covers,
I'm waiting
Every word you say
I think I should write down
Don't want to forget come daylight.
Happy to lay here,
Just happy to be here,
I'm happy to know you."


All the songs from Dear John are lovely. I can't wait to sing at MJs. I think I'm singing the song above. "Paperweight" by Joshua Radin and Schuyler Fisk.
How about an update-- I know you missed me. (Whoever "you" isn't.) Today I have IMTA practice which I'm leaving early for work. Oh yeah, about that... I got a job. It's glamorous, so if you get jealous easily, X out of your browser. Kidding, it's being a countergirl at Little Caesars. HAHA but yeah, work then I'm going to the dance partyyy holla at that. I bought some cute cute clothes so let's get it. Bye now, sw?

Ouch, mang.

My body aches all over. I went to the gym yesterday for the first time in a while. I only lift 8 lb dumbells, so I'm not sure why my arms are killing me. I can't tighten any of my arm muscles without being in pain. Oh well... hopefully they'll look nice and toned at the rate I'm going. Comical story about the gym: I used to go daily over the summer and, then, I lifted 5 lb dumbells. Many older men come into that gym as well. I was in the "free-weights" room, in the back, doing Bicep curls with my light dumbells. (Well, not-so-light to me.) While I was "lifting", I saw this incredibly burly man, probably in his 40s, searching for dumbells of his own. From the look on his face, I assumed someone took the ones he was looking for. My funny-bone kicked in. (Note: I'd never spoken to him before.) I said "Oh, I'm sorry... did I take your weights?" and gestured toward my measly dumbells. At first he was baffled. He thought I was serious. Then he understood and laughed with me. I guess what they say is true; it's rare that you find brawns AND brains. Anyyyway, back to the present, I'm sore and I just got back from a long night's worth of dance-- didn't help my poor body at all. I dance tomorrow at half-time for the basketball game but it's also my first night of working at Little Ceaser's. I have to rush out of work and go straight to the game and dance without practice OR stretching. I'm nervous! But until then... yeah yeah saywhat.