I am stubborn. I am impatient. I like to do things on my own. Without help.
I love storms. I love the smell of the rain. I like to watch a thunderstorm. Without tornadoes.
I rarely can explain emotions because that is exactly how deeply I feel them.
While logging onto this blog website, it took me to a page where I could learn how to use the 'new blogger' and whatnot. I clicked on the short YouTube video so that I could learn how to use it and stopped halfway through the approximate one and half minutes of my time it would have taken. Believe me when I say I'm proud I made it that far. I rarely like to be told how to do something or how to make something work, but rather figure it out my own way through trial and error (though I'd much rather always be right the first time). So here I am, using a new blog set-up without a care in the world that I left the video behind that would have set a nice sweet little path for me to understand.
It's storming outside. The humidity permeated through my hair this morning and I was upset that I had to put it up in a perky bun before afternoon even hit. The air was gorgeous and the smell of summer attacked me as soon as I stepped outside. It was lovely. Summer is glorious and everything that comes with it. This summer is going to bring a lot of chaos my way, but some amazing experiences as well. I can't wait to go to Europe and play jazz all over Germany and Switzerland. Then, I will head off to Hungary to visit Vivien, my most amazing friend from the resort last summer. I am beyond excited to experience the culture of Hungary first had: the food, the folk dancing, the landscapes, the shops, the countryside, and the language.
I have now lost my motivation for the topic of this blog post and shall have to return later. I will have more time to write now since finals are now over. I plan on returning and discussing things other than my stubbornness and the weather. Auf Wiedersehen!!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
The Story
2012. What a year already. I performed in my school's production of Capers and danced my life away. Met some amazing people and I ended up with a few really great friends :)
IMPACT is quickly approaching and it continually amazes me how far Dance Club has come in the past few years. Thinking back to my freshman year, I remember a friend and I talking outside the Rotunda about how much we missed dance and how we wish there was some way we could still do it. We realized that the ONLY outlet for dance here on campus was the dance team. After talking to two other friends, we realized that we could start something at our college to keep dancing. The process was long and hard, but the SDSU Dance Club was finally a part of our lives by the beginning of our sophomore year. Four girls had begun a journey that we hoped would carry on way past our time at SDSU. Our first year was quite successful and we had our first dance showcase called IMPACT in the spring. Last year proved to be even better. This year, I am the only original founder that is still an officer for the club and it makes me sad that this is the last year I will be a big part of this passion. While all this was going on, this very attractive sophomore named Paul showed me his dance to Eenie Meenie by J-Biebs and Shawn Kingston. It was adorable. The fact that the last two sentences are in italics explains that I did not write them. Some wonderfully annoying guy that I am apparently dating gets the kudos for that ;) Oh, and he never did show me the dance. What a liar!! Nothing new I suppose. Oh and good thing he doesn't read this blog...muahahaha.
Since I am resuming this post like a week later, I apologize for the randomness. I am writing a paper about cultural identity for my human relations class (or attempting to write that is...). For ideas, I am going through old papers and through my blog posts to see if I can find inspiration for some stories to include to speak of how I became the person I am today. I am getting quite emotional reading through things I have written. This bothers me because if I can revisit these feelings through something that I have written, it makes me want to write a book. Then, my feelings can become somebody else's feeling to interpret. Make sense? Probably not. I get in these moods sometimes where I feel so inspired and then realize it is cold and gross outside and I don't feel motivated for ANYTHING anymore. Summer inspiration...where are you? When it is warm out, I feel better and work better. Maybe that will be a goal this summer....write a book! Now I feel like I am talking nonsense. But better to be talking nonsense than not talking at all! Ugh.
One of my favorite things: Arriving at a new place at night and then getting excited to see what it actually looks like when you wake up the next morning. I was reading through my old blog posts and came across this idea when I arrived in Ohio. We had driven all day (literally from SD to OH) and went through what seemed like an endless forest and winding roads to arrive at my best friend's house. I had no idea where we were or what it would look like in the morning and that made me so excited! I remember waking up the next morning and running straight to the window. Yes, I was 20 years old and acted like it was Christmas outside or something. But hey, I'm living life! When I came to the window and peeked through the blinds, everything was blurry. Curious. I forgot to put on my glasses....crap. Went back to get my glasses and looked out to a beautiful open backyard with trees surrounding us everywhere. It was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to go outside to see the rest of the world beyond this window. I hope that you get to experience this many times in your life; waking up to something new and refreshing that you hadn't quite expected from what your eyes failed to see in the everlasting dark of the night before.
IMPACT is quickly approaching and it continually amazes me how far Dance Club has come in the past few years. Thinking back to my freshman year, I remember a friend and I talking outside the Rotunda about how much we missed dance and how we wish there was some way we could still do it. We realized that the ONLY outlet for dance here on campus was the dance team. After talking to two other friends, we realized that we could start something at our college to keep dancing. The process was long and hard, but the SDSU Dance Club was finally a part of our lives by the beginning of our sophomore year. Four girls had begun a journey that we hoped would carry on way past our time at SDSU. Our first year was quite successful and we had our first dance showcase called IMPACT in the spring. Last year proved to be even better. This year, I am the only original founder that is still an officer for the club and it makes me sad that this is the last year I will be a big part of this passion. While all this was going on, this very attractive sophomore named Paul showed me his dance to Eenie Meenie by J-Biebs and Shawn Kingston. It was adorable. The fact that the last two sentences are in italics explains that I did not write them. Some wonderfully annoying guy that I am apparently dating gets the kudos for that ;) Oh, and he never did show me the dance. What a liar!! Nothing new I suppose. Oh and good thing he doesn't read this blog...muahahaha.
Since I am resuming this post like a week later, I apologize for the randomness. I am writing a paper about cultural identity for my human relations class (or attempting to write that is...). For ideas, I am going through old papers and through my blog posts to see if I can find inspiration for some stories to include to speak of how I became the person I am today. I am getting quite emotional reading through things I have written. This bothers me because if I can revisit these feelings through something that I have written, it makes me want to write a book. Then, my feelings can become somebody else's feeling to interpret. Make sense? Probably not. I get in these moods sometimes where I feel so inspired and then realize it is cold and gross outside and I don't feel motivated for ANYTHING anymore. Summer inspiration...where are you? When it is warm out, I feel better and work better. Maybe that will be a goal this summer....write a book! Now I feel like I am talking nonsense. But better to be talking nonsense than not talking at all! Ugh.
One of my favorite things: Arriving at a new place at night and then getting excited to see what it actually looks like when you wake up the next morning. I was reading through my old blog posts and came across this idea when I arrived in Ohio. We had driven all day (literally from SD to OH) and went through what seemed like an endless forest and winding roads to arrive at my best friend's house. I had no idea where we were or what it would look like in the morning and that made me so excited! I remember waking up the next morning and running straight to the window. Yes, I was 20 years old and acted like it was Christmas outside or something. But hey, I'm living life! When I came to the window and peeked through the blinds, everything was blurry. Curious. I forgot to put on my glasses....crap. Went back to get my glasses and looked out to a beautiful open backyard with trees surrounding us everywhere. It was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to go outside to see the rest of the world beyond this window. I hope that you get to experience this many times in your life; waking up to something new and refreshing that you hadn't quite expected from what your eyes failed to see in the everlasting dark of the night before.
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