Wow. School came in with quite the bang this quarter. No build-up, no chance to get your head, just, it’s-the-first-day-and-you-have-ten-assignments-due-tomorrow-please-use-pencil-for-the-written-ones-and-for-heaven’s-sakes-don’t-forget-to-double-space madness.
My knees are scraped up. Like, epically scraped up. I can’t even move without them burning. Two days after the fact. What happened?
Interesting question, and I’m so glad you asked.
Well, you see, after swing dancing stopped, none of us really wanted to, so we headed down to the Student Center, but it was occupied by people playing board games, so someone made a few phone calls while we nutters went sliding on the ice-sheeted snow. The ice was strong enough to bear our weight, so we did a sort of ice-skating thing. I took off my heels (impossible to skate in those things) and started skating around in my socks. Which, incidentally, didn’t impede my movement as much as you would think. BUT I was wearing a skirt. (No, there were no issues with that. I buttoned up my coat, and that coat is pretty stiff, and very long, and wouldn’t show a thing.) Which meant my knees were bare. Also, I don’t always have great balance on the ice. See where this is going? When I fell, my knees would go through the ice and they would get cut. I didn’t even noticed until Leo dramatically yelled “Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!!” at my legs, and I looked down and noticed I was bleeding all the way down to my socks. As a side note, I really wish I could recreate that yell of his. It was something else.
This just happened, and I thought it was funny, if a little conceited. Most of the comments I get on this blog are spam. In fact, the number of legitimate comments is under twenty. So naturally, I expect every comment to be spam, even though if there aren’t many, I check just in case. Well, the first thing I saw on one of them was that I needed to fix my spelling in a lot of places. I immediately moved it to spam. Why? Two reasons. Number one, I hate people who correct your spelling, even I do it all the time. (Yes, I’m a hypocrite.) Number two, I really don’t misspell things. Seriously. I’ve always been good with spelling and grammar. So, while I might misspell something once or twice throughout my posts, it’s definitely not enough to warrant saying “a lot of places.”
Incidentally, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet, and if I don’t get it soon I’m going to be a grouch. Or at least a very tired person.
The fever that comes over you while dancing is consuming. It could take over your life. When the music stops, it’s like you’re waking up from the most intense dream you’ve ever had.
Whirling, spinning, passing hands, ducking under, dipping – it all happens so fast and so smoothly that it leaves you breathless. You don’t even have to think; it’s already overwhelmed your body.
Later, at night, when the only thing left is the feeling that the world is dipping and spinning under you. It’s like walking on land after long years at sea. It’s like coming back to earth after flying.
And that’s why I can’t stop dancing.
So, remember what I said about the stuff I dream not being a good idea? Yeah. I dreamed about stabbing people. WHY did I dream about stabbing people??? It’s not really something I tend to do very often. Ever. You know.
In my defense, I was only stabbing vampires and monsters. Which is another weird thing. Vampires don’t even cross my mind most of the time. I think vampire books are stupid.
BTW, I hate chemistry, and chemistry tests, and everything.
And for the record, I’ve been up since 5:20 this morning, so I can be a grouch if I want.
And here are clouds.
I’m working on doing something new everyday. If something happens that’s never happened before, that will do just as well. This whole thing sounds horribly cheesy, but I’m getting bored with doing stuff over and over again. For the last week, most of the stuff I did was pretty small. I learned the basic Charleston step. I did a puzzle with an imaginary friend (hey, I like talking to myself and sometimes that branches out a little bit). That kind of thing. I need to start getting creative and do something really big. I dreamed once that I ended up in the men’s bathroom. There’s an idea. Then, most of the things I dream about are probably not good ideas.
P.S. I kind of stole the title from something I heard before. Deal with it.
It’s so easy to feel ashamed of what you wrote when you were younger.
I feel absolutely fabulous this morning. I’ve been up since 5:30, and I’m sitting in the coffee shop. I finally finished punching out my coffee card and just ordered a peppermint white mocha. I’ve never had one of those. I was feeling adventurous and wanted something I’d never tried before. I expect it to be fabulous. It’s that kind of day.
HAA! He just brought it out and it is fantastic. Sweet and hot and pepperminty. Yum. Today is going to rock. Assuming I get my math assignment done. Which I better finish. Right now.
Oh, and here’s a shout-out to Sean: Good morning, big brother!!!!! Have yourself something good to eat.
