I have so much to express but really don't care for words... that's why I'm a dancer! So why am I a-ba-loggin so darn much?! Nothing else to do, son. So yes, I should probably join a knitting club or something to kill all this time but I keep my schedule open in hopes to be spontaneous and vitalize this loser time. I sit around hoarding beautiful, inspiring, hilarious pictures, reading books and poems, listening to music... I'm cultivating myself, I guess. Is that the proper use of the word? Well, I'm peeling layers off the onion (thanks, Shrek!). I write a lot of letters and rants I'll never send or publish, I go out attempting to meet new and interesting people... I should try I bit harder. I know too many fun and interesting new things to just keep to myself. I go out to coffee with friends but I don't have a lot to share, I'm lacking juicy stories. I do a lot of processing of already processed subjects with them. Before we know it we're gonna turn to twinkies, I swear! Bleh. Well, that's ok, we're just mastering ourselves. Sure. I've forgiven people, I'm smiling more every day, I'll get back to the old me and be better than I ever was- I think I might already be. I know I'm a good dancer, and a good person. A person that holds doors open, makes eye contact with everyone, smiles constantly, gives the money she has, doesn't lead boys on, listens to people with an open mind, has the self control to change herself for the better. I know that I am a talented dancer that has the facility to make every line that world famous dancers make, the flexibility that most dancers will never achieve, the spark in my eye that can't be taught, and knows how to work hard... So why can't I just reach out and take my future?! Good question. Good question indeed.
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