Hypaethral

So after reading my friend Heather's wonderful blog I noticed that my blogging style has changed so much. I used to post anything and everything that I wanted too. Blogging was fun. It made me happy. Now I've gotten into this rut where I feel like I need to post something thoughtful. I feel like I need to work out elaborate posts. All that has done for me is turned blogging into a chore and brought down the quality and truth of my posts. From now on I'm going to try to be real. I'm not going to worry about what others will think of my posts. I'm going to blog what I want when I want. And right now, this is all I want. So I'll update you later.

I love to dance, but more specifically I love Ballroom Dance. When I was younger, from fourth to sixth grade, I attended ballroom dance instruction after school. At two o'clock on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, short, cootie-filled kids would gather in the lunch room to learn how to Cha-Cha, Fox Trot, Swing, Waltz, Lindy-hop, Tango, Samba, and the likes. They would dance to Sway , Once Upon a December , and Best Days of Our Lives. Well after Elementary School, if the youngsters wanted to continue ballroom, they would have to go with a partner to enroll in a studio. Heck no. I didn't want to ask boy to be my dance partner! What if he thought I liked him?! Alas. The end of my ballroom dancing. Seven years pass, ballroomless. Then Fall of 2009 I enroll in Social Dance 180. Now every Monday and Wednesday forty college students gather in a small carpeted room and are taught to Cha-Cha, Swing, Foxtrot, and Waltz. I couldn't get enough. I attended Monday practice ses

Wow... watching trading spouses. One family has this for a mother... "I'm really critical. I don't like idiots. Stupid people. There are a lot of things I'm not tolerant of. I'm not tolerant of smokers. I don't like people who are four hundred pounds. Come on fatty! Front and center! I don't like the homeless people in my community. I actually barked at one at the stop sign one day because he just had a "Please help me. Anything helps" sign and I said you know, 'why don't you get a job.' And the illegal mexicans. They are gradually taking over the world. where's my American flag so we can go back to what we speak." She doesn't thing before she talks. She says what's on her mind and she doesn't "give a rat's ***" if she hurts people's feelings. "When I left I thought it was going to be hard, but it was just another day. I just turned and said, 'Bye I won't miss you either.&#