There Would Be No Point In Dancing It

Well now… I suppose I should actually post before the few people who read this blog decide to go up in flames at me for not writing in about… a month…. And that would be rather bad, because I don’t actually relish the idea of people being annoyed at me… anywhoo….

Wow, there were a lot of ellipses in that tiny paragraph. I actually remember what they’re called! I feel smart now. ^_^ I don’t seem to have talked about my complete slight obsession with ballet yet, have I? Su. somehow managed to talk me into taking a ballet class for teens, and now I’m suddenly waking up on the weekends at the horrid time of 8:30am to go practice with her. By choice. And I’m enjoying it. Strange. If you asked me to explain why I like it, I wouldn’t be able to. Stretching hurts. My teacher corrects me a ton. I can’t even count how many times I’ve gone to bed sore. And I love it so much that I don’t mind at all. I’ve got no idea why, and I considered making it my career… for about a week… and then realized that was an idiotic idea and that I should just enjoy it and become something else when I’m an adult. And I’m asking for a ballet barre for my birthday! It’s so much fun~ *happyhappyhappy*

And since I complained bitterly about finals last time, I suppose I owe you nice people a small account of how they went. Don’t worry, it won’t be very long. Suffice it to say that I SURVIVED! Yes, I’m very surprised and rather proud of myself. Studying physics for three and half hours straight is not exactly fun. But surprisingly, my English final was the hardest. I was so brain-dead that I was dragging my arguments on Shakespeare through my paragraphs by sheer force of will. I’d be surprised if my thesis was comprehensible in any sense of the word. Other than that, finals weren’t half as bad as I expected them to be.

We also had a “secret santa” at my school during Finals week. My secret santa forgot about me… though I don’t particularly care. It’s also highly possible that they couldn’t find me…. Hey, it was a giant crowd of Freshmen. I delivered my gift and evacuated the giant mass of people as quickly as possible. I do believe I’ve mentioned my aversion to crowds before, yes?

Christmas was good, if a bit odd. The whole blended-family thing worked out rather well, though I must admit that it degenerated into chaos somewhere around noon. Five children + abundant candy from Santa = Mara hiding. Seriously, a six-year-old and a nine-year-old who are on sugar highs can be terrifying. And then I was drafted into playing dolls, which wasn’t as bad as it could have been… I haven’t played with dolls in years. I wonder why it is that people outgrow playing with toys and playing imaginary games? I remember some rather elaborate imaginary worlds me and my friends used to populate with our over-active imaginations. I suppose I still do that in a sense, with writing… bwahaha! I’m secretly still a little kid! I shall take over the world!

Can you tell that I just ate part of a giant Toblerone bar? I’m rather hyper… just like I always am… -_-” I hope everyone has enjoyed whatever holidays they have celebrated thus far!

If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it. -Isadora Duncan

Happy Holidays!

Mara