Good morning life

a tall personality
The day Chelsea fixed my computer, or maybe it was the next day I spilled water all over it again! It's just too much fun to only do once. It didn't seem to get so sick this time. I hope nothing is deep inside corroding or anything.
I've dedicated a good 4 or 5 hours to dancing today between taping, watching the video, class, and a lab. WOW. Alister and I finally learned a little bit of sway today, I'm jazzed! At the end of the dance lab my teacher actually had to tell us it was time for us to go home because we had danced too much. I am, for the millionth time, SO excited for this weekend!
I called scheduling today to ask when any rooms were open with mirriors so my cha-cha partner and I could practice a little bit and watch ourselves. The lady informed me that we are in fact NOT allowed to just use rooms whenever we want, which is what I had been told, and no one has ever told me to leave. Apparently it's something that really bugs them, oops! I don't know how many empty dance rooms I've used randomly. mmm tonight they played an instrumental version of Don't Cry for me Argentina for the Rumba music, and I loved it.
I'm thinking of adopting Dean Martin- Good Morning Life as my new theme song. Except for the part about getting a wife, it's how I feel most days!
Good morning life
Good morning sun how are your skies above
Gee it's great to be alive and in love

Good morning life
Good morning birds sing out your happy tunes
Feels so good because I'll be seeing her soon

Last night she said she loved me
What a pity to part
I slept with both eyes open waiting for today to start

Good morning life
Good morning world how are you happiness
All at once I know what livin' can be
It's life, it's free, it's someone waiting for me
Who'll someday be my wife, good morning life

Good morning life
Good morning life

Last night she said she loved me
What a pity to part
I slept with both eyes open waiting for today to start

Good morning life
Good morning world how are you happiness
All at once I know what livin' can be
Ah it's life, it's free, it's someone waiting for me
Who'll someday be my wife, good morning life

I probably won't be getting myself a wife anytime soon, but I haven't seen a song with such wonderfully positive lyrics in a long while!
I've been thinking about why I end up quitting everything I start after about 4 years. Synchro, piano, basketball, volleyball, trumpet (not that i've %100 quit that yet), softball (seriously), mock trial...
I have a feel thing the same thing will happen with dancing eventually. The problem I gave myself with all of those was the end. All of the ends were most deeply rooted in pleasing someone or winning. So when it came down to a question of whether or not I would dedicate all my time and energy to that particular thing, there was no passion behind it, so my answer was heck no. It's not at all that I didn't like any of those. In fact I LOVED doing all of them. I would just let my love be eaten up by goals. Not that it's bad to set goals either, I just haven't figured out how to balance the two. I'd really like to be able to do that for dancing.
I took a two hour nap today, it's late, I'm not really interested in sleeping, but alas, if I don't get on a regular schedule I shall die this weekend, good night!

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Brian said…
Hmmm. If you have a wife before I do, there will be some serious issues we both need to address individually.
3:26 PM
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