I'm dancing

I love everything to do with dance. My mom and I watch every dance movie we can find. It's sort of our thing; that and romantic comedies are about the only genres we agree on. And since we like to watch movies and we like to agree on what we are watching, we have watched a TON of dance movies. Here are a few of my favorites:

Dirty Dancing


Step Up 2




Strictly Ballroom


Footloose


Save the Last Dance


There are too many wonderful dance movies to mention but my favorite of all is
Center Stage: Turn it up


Also, this song rocks my socks. I'm currently dancing to this:

More to come.....soon.

I've been sick the last 24 hours, so that is why I haven't blogged. The previous 72-96 hours I have no excuse for except the usual excuse, namely: Life. This weekend I promise to come up with some brilliant material.

P.S. I am going to give line-dancing a try tomorrow (or today, depending on your viewpoint), wish me luck!

Especially the sweat

I miss the feel of cleats burrowing their way into the dewy grass
I miss the sweat and feel of the wind as it went rushing past

Mud

Many days of my life have been spent lamenting the rain. Monday was not one of those days. Monday started like many other days except that my alarm clock was not the increasing volume of a clock radio but a torrential downpour and the howling wind. I cursed inwardly as I contemplated my mile and a half trek to school. As I shampooed my hair, I wondered if this shower was foreshadowing of the day to come. I munched unhappily on my breakfast of reheated yams and garlic chicken while looking out our 6' by 10' massive third story apartment window. The view is beautiful on any given day, the numerous mountains are tremendous and I have climbed them, sunsets are rivaled only in Hawaii.

Monday I saw no beauty in the torrent coming from the clouds who seemed to glare at me from their lofty perches; I glared back. Almost in rebellion to the dreary weather outside, I left with only 20 minutes till my class was to begin (not at all typical of someone who loathes tardiness). I had put on my waterproof pants and massive rain jacket so as to be virtually untouchable by the rain. As I unlocked my mountain bike the thought occurred to me that I WAS invulnerable to the rain. A HUGE smile crossed my face as I picked out my favorite flamenco song and hopped onto my mountain bike. I chose the scenic (read: offroad) route to class and proceeded to seek out every lake-sized puddle I could find. I rode fast, I rode hard, and I nearly got hit by numerous cars. As I sat dripping in my kinesiology class my classmate mentioned to me that I had mud on my face. What she didn't tell me was that I had mud EVERYWHERE: my backpack, pants, shoes, jacket, and bike (still dripping after an 90 minutes of class) were all covered in a brown liquid vaguely reminiscent of that one time I changed my newborn cousin's diaper. I decided monday that I did in fact like the rain because the rain brought the mud and I like mud. It's kind of like that ugly friend of yours named Laura who has that gorgeous sister who you really like. Unfortunately you can't hang out with the ultra attractive sister unless you hang with Laura.

Laura:


Laura's really attractive sister:

A word on Banksy

I have a confession to make. I think well placed graffiti is artistic in the most glorious and wonderful way. And when that art has a purpose and makes a statement, well, that is even more beautiful. I think graffiti with these qualities is great because it demonstrates the most raw elements of art. Banksy is a master of this kind of graffiti. His works are satirical and painful in the best way: they tell you something you already knew but wouldn't admit on your own. Here are a few of Banksy's "pieces."

Non-serious post

I've only got a minute because I have a motor learning and control lab to finish, but I still want to post more than I have been. So, today I am going to pose a question to my readers.

If you had to choose 7 inanimate objects to describe yourself what would you choose?
What would these 7 objects convey about you?

I recently pondered these questions when they randomly popped in my head and I still haven't decided my answers. This is me stalling for time while keeping up the ruse of blogging regularly. Thank you for indulging my curiosity. Post your answers if you dare, if not, then enjoy the infinite pleasure that comes from getting to know yourself better. I think we'll have more of these psychological questions since I am attempting to minor in psychology.


Such a fun song:

Why is this so rare?

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."
-- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7


Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward were married for 49+ years before death did them part. I constantly wonder why marriages like theirs are so rare. Paul Newman was once questioned about his thoughts on infidelity due to his well known devotion to his wife and family. Newman's answer: "Why go out for hamburger when you have a steak at home?" I want to be that kind of man.

One of the most beautiful love stories ever: