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Saturday, July 19, 2008

  • Dancing was never about the audience. It was never about being the best. It isn't about people saying how good of a dancer you are or how much fun you are to dance with. It isn't about doing a move that no one else can do. It isn't a competition. It's a dance.

    I dreamed of dancing when I was younger. I dreamed of the sort of dances where people made a circle around you and watched you dance with applause. I've had that, and amazingly so, laughing to myself because honestly, I'm not even that good, but marking the occasions as "the kind of dance I dreamed of." I remember such dances with a smile, but it's not why I dance.

    There's something about a spin that makes me smile. When I first started dancing, a simple underarm turn would cause a goofy grin. I hope I never forget what it feels like to have a silly smile for no other reason than the dance. I dance because I love it. Simple as that.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

  • Just a few of the reasons why I love summers in Columbia...

    A morning at work...
             "Hey Kathy, do you think I can balance this on my head?"
             "I think you should walk like a normal person."
             "I think I can balance this on my head."
                                                    PLUNK -bread falls to the floor-
             "I think you should have listened to me."

    On dancing...
          "So, do you guys all dance every week?"
          "Twice at least...Monday is lindy, this Tuesday I'm doing ballroom. Thursday is swing and Friday I'm going    contra dancing..."
          "Breanne, you're living my dream."
          "I'm living my dream."

    dance

    And this is for no other reason than my sister being AWESOME:

    lizz-o-ba-jo-mo

    I get to spend a whole week in CA with her before our parents show up. woot.

Friday, July 11, 2008

  • "Stumble till you crawl, slipping into sweet uncertainty..." -Jimmy Eat World, Sweetness

    Been kind of stuck on that song lately. No idea why. It's pretty old school, and all I own is a live version. I hate live versions of songs. But I am constantly listening to it in the car. Bernan Syndrome - it's our diagnosis for song addictions. Definitly have the symptoms, at least when I'm driving. And I almost always speed when I'm listening to that song...

    On leaving ...I'm out in two and a half weeks. I used to wish for more time. There a song that goes, "If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere, I'm sure everything would find me." I feel like I spent the past few months looking for ways to find my extra "thirty minutes" here, with these people. I don't look for that anymore. I'm ready to go. I'm tired of preparation and goodbyes. I'm tired of anticipated change. It just needs to come. And I'm totally stoked.

    Change is already here. It used to hurt to watch it all, but the more you try to hold on to something while it's drifting away, the more you miss what's drifting in. It feels good to just let life happen instead of worrying about things like that. I'm very much excited for my friends, too. I'm excited for those leaving and getting into the "experience of a lifetime" situations. I'm excited for the friendships and activities developing for those staying at here...Sometimes, with all the new relationships and the new things that are developing in the Columbia scene, I'm sad that I'm not staying to participate. Maybe, a more accurate description is that my insides kind of get panicky..."well, why can't I be involved in this?..and how come they get to do that?..and why the heck am I leaving...??" That's a dumb question. I know exactly why I'm leaving. Plus, most of these people are older than me, out of college by at least a couple years. I will have my turn to be 23, 25, 27 years old. I will have my own post-college life. Odds are, not here, not with them, and that's ok.

    Right now, I'm 21. I'm still in school. And I'm going to California.


    Bring it on.

     

Friday, July 04, 2008

  • "I want to lose myself in Your love...
    Let it rain down over me
    As I fall down to me knees
    Let the ocean rise to meet me
    I need You to bring me to life."
     
    Bebo Norman, Bring me to Life

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