Day 3: Good Day

I've been happy all day today: grinning like a fool since about when I woke up.
I've been dancing off the walls.
All he reads, everyone needs.
And I think I've been contagious. Because all my friends look at me and start grinning themselves. It was true at brunch. It was true while I walked to Creative Dancewear to spend $108.39 on a pair of dance shoes and a tie. And finally, it was true at dinner. It'll probably be true up in Grace and Dani's room later for movie night.
I'm happy... yay. :D
Oh, and if I did it right, the title above should be a hyperlink to a new, free song I found. Check it out.

Day 2: Trainspotting

In the picture above, I may look nice with my skinny tie, sport jacket and gelled up hair (thanks Dani for the product!), but as you can tell from my eyes, I am ready for a nap.

The past two days I've been awake to 2am and beyond, which with the exception of Nerf Wars on Saturdays is not something that's normal for me at all. I don't regret it though. Last night after all, I was attempting anyways to write a three page paper for my English class. Besides, I find I rather enjoy those wee hours of the morning. They're peaceful in a way that just doesn't happen during the day.

Anyways, I got my essay done and turned in, and in my English class, we talked about the use of dialectical markers in written language. Among other examples, we looked at Brer Rabbit and, while reading some of the dialogue there, I was reminded of the book Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh, because the vast majority of it is written in a strong, Irish(?) dialect of English.

It's really a trip to read, but after about the first two chapters, you get used to it. I found even that I started catching myself speaking in the accent under my breath as I read.

Anyways, I don't think I really had a point with this other than I want to get a copy of that book now and reread it.

Danny-Sleep≠Coherency. I think I'll take a nap once I'm done with classes for the day.

Day 1

Since getting up to Western, I've become a member of the Ritmo Latino Salsa Club, or Salsa group for short. Soon after joining Salsa group, I've been convinced to join the performance group that goes with it, and in doing so, have added two more days of salsa to my schedule to practice the routine. I don't go to the gym anymore, because I don't need to, I dance.

Anyways, the picture above was taken yesterday after our performance group meeting amidst the surprise February snow storm we in the northern Sound had. After our dance practice, a few of us had a snowball fight and then at my suggestion made snow angels.

It was surprising when David, one of the instructors, joined us in our flurry frenzy, because he comes across as very uptight and controlled. Seeing him tumble around in the snow with us was a pleasant shock to my expectations. It heartened me to be proven wrong in my assumptions.

I'm such a bad blogger.

I feel like such a bad blogger, I haven't updated this in several weeks (and by several I mean probably over a month). So I thought I'd change that by writing a post in between my Anthro class and my physics lab.

I was up until about 4am this morning on Facebook, that black hole of time usage, chatting with this rather interesting fellow by the name of Ahren. While I've never met him in person, I know him through mutual connections we have in the Power of Hope organization.

It was because of chatting with this independent DJ earlier in the day that I'd decided to wear my free hugs shirt and give out free hugs to the residents of Nash coming in out of the cold.



Anyways, to say the very least, I was inspired, and the more I talk with this man, the more inspired I become. I know not what toward, but I know for a fact it's good. He makes me want to express my creativity and be bold and honest and catalytic. To say the least, it's been far too long since I've really felt that passion and drive to do. As part of that, I'm going to try to be better about this whole blogging thing, either here or on FB.

Despite the fact I'm about as secular as an atheist, maybe I'll make that my goal for Lent, I'll make a blog post every day, no matter how large or small, even if it's just a few words.

Cancelled

Bah, I'm sitting in class, trying to pay attention, but it's not really working.

My mind is on lunch, not because I'm particularly hungry, though now that I mention it, I could go for some food, but because I'm supposed to be having a lunch date with this guy I met online. (Don't worry, he checks out.)

Now, if you were paying close attention, you already know how this story turns out.

I got a text saying he'd have to cancel... again. It wasn't a paper this time as was his excuse on Friday, but he has to clean for his parents visiting on Friday. And while I trust that he's not just making up excuses, I'm ambivalent about this. It's the second time this has happened, and his reliability rating is rapidly going down.

I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it. If he makes these arrangements with me and doesn't follow through, should I waste my time waiting? I don't know, though I know most people would tell me probably not.

Maybe since lunch won't work out, I'll try asking about dinner. Cause dorm food is just that good, right?