Fall(ing).
I live in a four-person apartment. We have two bathrooms, and a big kitchen (the deciding factor on the apartment). My brother lives in the same complex, though he is in Germany studying until the end of October. I miss him like crazy, by the way. Did you know that Utah is the second driest state in the country, next to Nevada? Is the lack of rain driving me crazy? Yes. I decided this morning that Washington wouldn't be a bad place to live after all. (I've lived there my whole life, but after eight months of rain in a row you want to move out. But after three months of heat, I want to move away from here.) Okay, really, I want to live in Colorado. Why? Oh, it just happens to be gorgeous, and has ONE HUNDRED days more sun than Seattle. Sounds good to me.
Anyway, I'm technically a pre-dance major here, but the other day I decided that isn't going to happen anymore (I'm thinking about a humanities major or family living... something). I dance because I love to dance, and I love to perform ten thousand times more than I love to compete. You know? Okay, so in competing I get to perform, yeah, but really I'm just there to win. There is a big difference. One of my favorite performances was for a bunch of LDS seniors in Washington a few months ago. They thought that we were the greatest things since panty hose, and I was hugged by half of the audience. The greatest part of the whole show was that I realized that I knew a bunch of them from the ward I lived in till I was five. You should have seen how excited they were when I asked them if they remembered my mom. "You are grown up! The last time I saw you you were a little girl!" Best experience. I was so excited about the whole thing that I stayed and had dessert with all of them, and then dragged my mom to North Bend to see them two weeks later. I just love people, and I LOVE seeing old friends that I haven't seen in ages.
Anyway... I get off topic quickly. This is the reason people should not read my blog. Okay, one of the reasons, because there are lots.
Back to my life. I am on the 1 o'clock ballroom team here. Madi, William, and I got scholarships in March to BYU, and got placed on the team. Great day. Really, really great day. I can't even tell you. I came here in June, took classes and danced on the summer team (never again). But anyway, Madi and Ashley got here a month ago. Ashley got put onto the 1 o'clock with Madi and I, but then got moved up to back-up tour a week later. Not going to lie, I was super bummed out that I didn't, but then I realized that I didn't actually want to be on the back-up. I just got here, I have years ahead of me, my coach is awesome, it's my favorite class, and I have really great friends on this team. It's just fun. It's what dance is about.
I have a new friend, too, actually. Lara? Friends? Yeah, it happens occasionally. He's a cool guy. Sometimes I wonder what he's doing hanging around me, but I am glad he is anyway. He has the most beautiful blue eyes, he doesn't mind too much that I'm psycho, and he didn't run away when I started crying. Yeah, I know. I cried. I hate crying, and I did it in front of him, and he was practically a stranger. Sometimes I just astound myself. The funny thing is that I usually hate it when people hug me when I'm crying. Maybe it's because when my Dad died I was around a lot of people, and seriously everybody and their moms were trying to hug me, and I didn't know half of them. But when my friend grabbed me and held onto me as I cried, I felt real love and real comfort, and I didn't mind. In fact, I loved it. He's just like that. He's genuine, he cares, he's incredibly patient; I trust him instinctively. He doesn't like it when I walk home alone, so last night he walked me home from dance. Usually walking in the dark doesn't bother me too much, but lately I've been feeling a little more uncomfortable, so I really appreciated it. A lot. It just says so much about his character. And that's not half of it. I'm just not used to somebody like him. There's so much to him, so much depth and so much goodness. I love being around him, and being his friend is probably the best thing that's happened this fall. Is that saying too much? Probably, but I don't care.
And now.... it's time to make my blog private. ;)
Anyway, I'm technically a pre-dance major here, but the other day I decided that isn't going to happen anymore (I'm thinking about a humanities major or family living... something). I dance because I love to dance, and I love to perform ten thousand times more than I love to compete. You know? Okay, so in competing I get to perform, yeah, but really I'm just there to win. There is a big difference. One of my favorite performances was for a bunch of LDS seniors in Washington a few months ago. They thought that we were the greatest things since panty hose, and I was hugged by half of the audience. The greatest part of the whole show was that I realized that I knew a bunch of them from the ward I lived in till I was five. You should have seen how excited they were when I asked them if they remembered my mom. "You are grown up! The last time I saw you you were a little girl!" Best experience. I was so excited about the whole thing that I stayed and had dessert with all of them, and then dragged my mom to North Bend to see them two weeks later. I just love people, and I LOVE seeing old friends that I haven't seen in ages.
Anyway... I get off topic quickly. This is the reason people should not read my blog. Okay, one of the reasons, because there are lots.
Back to my life. I am on the 1 o'clock ballroom team here. Madi, William, and I got scholarships in March to BYU, and got placed on the team. Great day. Really, really great day. I can't even tell you. I came here in June, took classes and danced on the summer team (never again). But anyway, Madi and Ashley got here a month ago. Ashley got put onto the 1 o'clock with Madi and I, but then got moved up to back-up tour a week later. Not going to lie, I was super bummed out that I didn't, but then I realized that I didn't actually want to be on the back-up. I just got here, I have years ahead of me, my coach is awesome, it's my favorite class, and I have really great friends on this team. It's just fun. It's what dance is about.
I have a new friend, too, actually. Lara? Friends? Yeah, it happens occasionally. He's a cool guy. Sometimes I wonder what he's doing hanging around me, but I am glad he is anyway. He has the most beautiful blue eyes, he doesn't mind too much that I'm psycho, and he didn't run away when I started crying. Yeah, I know. I cried. I hate crying, and I did it in front of him, and he was practically a stranger. Sometimes I just astound myself. The funny thing is that I usually hate it when people hug me when I'm crying. Maybe it's because when my Dad died I was around a lot of people, and seriously everybody and their moms were trying to hug me, and I didn't know half of them. But when my friend grabbed me and held onto me as I cried, I felt real love and real comfort, and I didn't mind. In fact, I loved it. He's just like that. He's genuine, he cares, he's incredibly patient; I trust him instinctively. He doesn't like it when I walk home alone, so last night he walked me home from dance. Usually walking in the dark doesn't bother me too much, but lately I've been feeling a little more uncomfortable, so I really appreciated it. A lot. It just says so much about his character. And that's not half of it. I'm just not used to somebody like him. There's so much to him, so much depth and so much goodness. I love being around him, and being his friend is probably the best thing that's happened this fall. Is that saying too much? Probably, but I don't care.
And now.... it's time to make my blog private. ;)
I'm so thoroughly convinced that we retain within ourselves too many wonderful things that we should share. More often we should tell those around us how much we care. More often we should express our feelings towards our friends, family, and acquaintances. Why keep it in? It does us no good in mental "food storage." When shared it uplifts, it increases friendship, it draws people together and the world is a better place. So don't make your blog private. That's all. :)
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