wheee!!
I'm home early today!
Which means I miss Choir class so im a LITTLE bummed but, HAHA.
OH WELL.
Cuz, today my mom went to Vegas and my dad has a tattoo appointment.
Psh!
I WANT ONE!
It would be a peacock, on my lower back somewhere, probably on the sides.
Or something.
Not too big.
Just awesome.
Heh.
And since getting a tattoo takes so long, I'm gonna be alone.
For like 9 hours.
YA KNOW, IF I WERE A TYPICAL, AMERICAN TEENAGER, I would call up a friend and GO SOMEWHERE.
Unfortunately for me, I have a conscious.
=_=
Sometimes, I suck so much.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
The Beginning
And here we are. It took me, what, 3 hours to figure this stupid site out?
Oh well, an outlet is worth those precious minutes of my life.
Anyways, to be more insightful...
It's senior year. And I can't drive yet. Day by day, my car
stares at me all accusing.
I'm pretty sure if it could have, I would be laughed at for my pathetic-ness.
The woes of procrastinating.
But Seriously.
I don't really feel anything meaningful about this "turning point" in my life.
If anything, I feel younger.
Uncaring.
Empty.
And that's a sad, pathetic way to feel about my last year of HS.
But I do.
I have friends and I'm happy and I still constantly laugh.
I think I'm just not ready to let go of my childhood.
Because I still believe I am.
A child, that is.
God knows I look it.
Mostly.
I want to do something great, something that I'll feel good about this year.
Knitting takes too long and I don't have the patience for it.
But you know one of the few things I can do, and be so happy I'm nice to everything and everyone?
To not let anything worry me?
Not college or homework or SAT or stupid boys who insist on flirting incessantly?
Dancing.
Yeah, it sounds gay, but you know what?
So is your face.
On the dance floor, I know who I am and I know how I like to move to a certain beat.
And yeah, middle school and freshman year/s I sucked bad but I've honed my skill since then.
And I kick some butt on the dance floor.
Ahahaha.
I sound like a prima donna, huh?
Whatever.
I'm not bragging and I'm not lying.
If you're good at something, don't be an idiot and pretend you're not.
Be confident.
And I'm good at dancing.
More of the freestyle type, though I know a little technical moves.
For now, at least.
Ha.ha.
Thus the title of my blog.
Nevermind the fact I basically took it from my favorite song.
It just fits, I think.
Because when you dance, you dance the way you want to.
It's not something you can be pressured into or annoyed by, or generally angry with.
Angry dancing?
Ahaha.
No.
Dancing is you showing who you really are to the world.
No one can lie in dancing.
And it feels so good.
Feels nice to let go.
Well, I always let go.
Usually I talk really loud.
And shout.
And laugh until I squeak.
Off topic, lol.
So there we go.
Dancing's awesome.
Even better if you're in a group of your close friends.
And it's great when you find that one person, be it guy or girl, who matches your moves.
And you can kick butt together.
Whoa now, this is freakishly long.
And philosophical, to an extent.
Stupid AP "find the rhetoric in the statement" English.
I just like to type and talk a lot I guess.
Scratch that.
I know I do.
That, and it's 4 in the morning and I'm wide awake.
Oh well, an outlet is worth those precious minutes of my life.
Anyways, to be more insightful...
It's senior year. And I can't drive yet. Day by day, my car
stares at me all accusing.
I'm pretty sure if it could have, I would be laughed at for my pathetic-ness.
The woes of procrastinating.
But Seriously.
I don't really feel anything meaningful about this "turning point" in my life.
If anything, I feel younger.
Uncaring.
Empty.
And that's a sad, pathetic way to feel about my last year of HS.
But I do.
I have friends and I'm happy and I still constantly laugh.
I think I'm just not ready to let go of my childhood.
Because I still believe I am.
A child, that is.
God knows I look it.
Mostly.
I want to do something great, something that I'll feel good about this year.
Knitting takes too long and I don't have the patience for it.
But you know one of the few things I can do, and be so happy I'm nice to everything and everyone?
To not let anything worry me?
Not college or homework or SAT or stupid boys who insist on flirting incessantly?
Dancing.
Yeah, it sounds gay, but you know what?
So is your face.
On the dance floor, I know who I am and I know how I like to move to a certain beat.
And yeah, middle school and freshman year/s I sucked bad but I've honed my skill since then.
And I kick some butt on the dance floor.
Ahahaha.
I sound like a prima donna, huh?
Whatever.
I'm not bragging and I'm not lying.
If you're good at something, don't be an idiot and pretend you're not.
Be confident.
And I'm good at dancing.
More of the freestyle type, though I know a little technical moves.
For now, at least.
Ha.ha.
Thus the title of my blog.
Nevermind the fact I basically took it from my favorite song.
It just fits, I think.
Because when you dance, you dance the way you want to.
It's not something you can be pressured into or annoyed by, or generally angry with.
Angry dancing?
Ahaha.
No.
Dancing is you showing who you really are to the world.
No one can lie in dancing.
And it feels so good.
Feels nice to let go.
Well, I always let go.
Usually I talk really loud.
And shout.
And laugh until I squeak.
Off topic, lol.
So there we go.
Dancing's awesome.
Even better if you're in a group of your close friends.
And it's great when you find that one person, be it guy or girl, who matches your moves.
And you can kick butt together.
Whoa now, this is freakishly long.
And philosophical, to an extent.
Stupid AP "find the rhetoric in the statement" English.
I just like to type and talk a lot I guess.
Scratch that.
I know I do.
That, and it's 4 in the morning and I'm wide awake.
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