"Courage On The Dance Floor"
It's no secret that I love dance offs. At any hint of conflict I urge whoever is involved to settle it with a dance off. Last night I witnessed one.
Kiyomi and I decided to go to Danceatron at Cervantes. We knew from the last one that it would probably be lame but the people watching fantastic. And it was. Oh good god. It's amazing what passes for dancing and style these days. From the girl in croc's and a leatard to the fuax cowboy boot, baggy pleated shorts stereotypical homeschooled looking girl to the Sinade O'Conner wannabe, there was no shortage of people to point and laugh at. But one of the real highlights was infact the dance off that took place between the two "dance" troupes that were present. One was decked out in their finest camo with "Courage on the dance floor" written in what appeared to be silver letters on the back. The opposing side had an odd brown and pink 80's/urban outfitters/train wreck theme going for them. The all had bandanas, one wore hers on her head...but seemed to be a little mixed up by it, seeing as she wore the point in front. There were pink leggings and fingerless gloves galore, and not to be outdone by their camo counterparts, had "Private dance" written in silver on their backs. Going off this alone you can tell just how "hardcore" these kids were.
Anyway, the two sides start egging each other on and preparing the dance floor. Well the problem with a dance off between these two groups is neither of them can dance...but they all think they can. So they both start pulling out their best choreographed dance off moves, which include but are not limited to, Newsies moves (scouts honor, they pulled a Newsies move), attempted belly dancing, attempted break dancing, the running man (which they failed horribly at) and a human pyramid. What was funnier than the horrid dancing was the two other pairs that joined the dance off. All evening Kiyomi and I had been keeping close watch on these two girls who were dressed in gym shorts, pulled up sock, sports bras, tanks and for some reason had a towel hanging from their shorts. They had evidently taken 3 maybe 4 hip hop classes in their life and that made them the shit. Why? because they could do a break dance handstand...kind of. Wanting to show off their mad skills these two run onto the floor, join the circle and start rolling on the floor. Moves so bad ass that the rest of them would never even consider them to be dancing. After successfully stunning everyone the two stand back for the duration of the dance off.
By this point you are probably wondering, how do you end a dance off where no one can dance? Easy, you have two random guy dressed as characters from Winnie the Pooh who are also wearing war paint on their faces charge their way into the middle of the circle and upstage everyone with actual dancing. Thank you Tigger and Eyore for saving the day. Although I think the guy pretending to be a psycho ninja (complete with mask, imaginary sword and high kicks) could have probably taken out both troupes if he wanted.
Thats The Way You Need It
things I have decided.
-I need a 24 hour on call masseuse. My neck and back have entered a world of pain from working so much this week.
-I want to see how many advisors I can assemble so that I can have my very own team of advisors to call upon. I met with my academic advisor last week about classes for this semester and the topic of my major (or lack thereof) came up. I was under the impression that as my advisor, academic at that, that she was in charge of helping me pick one. It turns out that this is not the case. She makes sure I am taking the proper classes for my major and that I am not failing. My career advisor is in charge of helping me find a major. I didn't even know I had one. So I meet with her tomorrow, during which i will probably only be able to think of Eddie Izzard, " and the careers advisor used to come and sit us down and say 'I advise you to get a career' "
-showing up 5 hours early for work today was a great plan. Because of it I got to leave 4 1/2 hours early and therefore hang out with my friends instead of 20 boxes of pants.
-there are few things i want more than a back rub and another avacado boba tea.
-I really like to cook. But only on my own terms. If someone tells me that I am in charge of making dinner, fuck that. If I am bored, game on.
- I really really need to get some sleep. The hyper stage is coming to an end, emotional crazy stage is coming. It's best not to go that route.
Flashback
So Willie, Hazel, Nick, Kiyomi and I went to see the new "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" along with Kate, Alex and Rachel. It was loads-o-fun. Or at least Hazel and I thought so. She and I had a grand old time. After the show Kiyomi, Nick, Hazel, Willie and I piled into my car and headed for some late night eats. There were two votes for Pete's and two for Mama's. We sat down in Mama's opened the menus and saw the oh so lovely and appatizing photos of the food that would be dished out to us and Kiyomi and I decided to cross the street and eat more reliable food at Pete's, leaving the other three to fend for themselves. Our food came. It was glorious. We went to pay and I realized that the woman at the theater had shortchanged me. I was rather pissed. oh well.
After we paid we crossed the street to Walgreens where we thought we would look for some candy while the other half of the group finished eating. When we walked in the door the manager gave us a bit of a stare down, I soon realized that it was Ronald my best friend since pre-school's dad, and for all intensive purposes, my second dad. I haven't seen him since freshmen year. I used to spend almost as much time at their house as I did at my own. He spoiled us, coached our basketball team, punished us when we messed up and tickled us to death. I remember Courtney and I taking every pillow and cushion in the house and building a fort of sorts on top of ourselves so that when he got home from work he wouldn't be able to tickle us. It didn't work.
The whole drive out to Willie's and back I was on auto pilot. It's amazing I didn't hit something or at very least get pulled over. Now it is almost 5am and my mind is still in flashback mode. I am way to hyped up to sleep. Why is no one awake?
The Game Is Up.
So, I don't know how aware of this you are, but I can be rather secretive when it comes to stuff about me, say feelings, odd quirks ect. More than once I have been given the lecture on the importance of sharing these things but my response was usually to go bake something (when I am irritated I have a tendency to either go for a really long walk or cook). Now, for no apparent reason I am ready to share some, by no means all, of these odd little tendencies with you. So read quickly, I may realize what I have done and take it down.
-there are lots of emotions i am not good at expressing. Anger is one of them. That is why few people have ever see me yell, usually I lock myself in a room and cry in frustration at not being able to really yell and just get it out there. When this happens, it is best to just leave me alone until I am ready to come out, if I decide not to lock myself in a room but to cook instead, the same rule applies. If you talk to me you aren't making anything better, you are pissing me off more.
-I try to avoid any kind of confrontation. If I absolutely must confront someone about something, I would prefer for one or both parties to be semi intoxicated, if not I turn bright red and feel very jittery and scared. And it usually means that what I am confronting you about has been bothering me for a really long time.
-I am embarrassed by crying. That is to say, if i cry, I feel embarrassed for crying it doesn't matter if I am alone or with people. I also try to aviod crying with people around.
-I am ticklish everywhere. sides, feet, hands, roof of my mouth, everywhere.
-I am easily frightened, that is why i don't watch horror flicks.
-I am afraid of more things than I would ever care to count or admit to.
-Everytime I board a plane, I touch the outside just before I step through the door. I have done it ever since I was a little kid.
-I have issues eating with people. I don't really like people watching me eat and can often be found holding one hand over my mouth when eating around people i don't know very well or I wait until they aren't looking to take a bite. I hate it when people chew with their mouths open, smack their lips, talk with their mouth full, hold their silverware in a fist, eat with their face approximatly 2 inches above their food and lick knives. The smell of mustard makes me sick and mayo is evil. If I know you really well I have an easier time eating with you and am less likely to look in another direction while we eat, if i know you well and i still turn away it doesn't mean that you gross me out or that i don't trust you, i'm just crazy.
-There are several words that I absolutely hate and chances of you hearing me say them are slim to nil, but I won't tell people what they are so they won't tease and/or torment me with them. When I hear them I pretend like it doesn't bother me.
-Getting a letter in the mail will make my whole day
-It drives me crazy when people show up later than they say and don't call or when they just blow me off altogether.
-I hate it when people look through or use my stuff without asking or when I am not there.
-I lie. A lot. Other times I am telling the truth and am glad everyone takes it as a lie.
-I am always surprised when someone says that they were talking about me. I really don't think I am interesting and can't figure out why people would waste their time talking about me. Also when I know that someone was talking about me, I want to know exactly what was said or it bothers me, I try to hide this.
-I never get under the covers in my clothes, it creeps me out to think about whatever germs are on my pants being under the covers, on top is apparently fine. I also hate shoes and food on my bed but unless you are my brother the odds of me saying anything to you about these three things is slim.
-I have no idea what size bra i wear and have no intention of ever being fitted for one.
-I can't leave the kitchen messy after making something. Every pot, pan, plate, bowl, whatever has to be put in the dishwasher or at very least rinsed, all the counters washed off and everything put away. I used to clean the kitchen in Vienna between 4 and 7 times a day because they would always leave it covered in stuff and it drove me nuts.
-I don't like it when other people use my towel.
-unless i have been drinking i feel really awkward around people i have just met or that i don't know very well. When I have been drinking I will talk to anyone, but there is always the chance i will run away as my attention span has a tendency to disappear.
-I have the ability to forget that i have to go to the bathroom.
-I hate having friends angry with me and try to do everything in my power to avoid pissing them off. If I know they are upset with me about something I did, I feel like shit and on more than one occasion have had dreams of them yelling at me.
-Sitting in a coffee shop, whether with friends or a book, has the power to make me blissfully happy.
-when people share all their woes with me, the only thing that bothers me is that they only thing I can think to say when they are done is "that sucks, i'm sorry...do you want a hug?"
-I readily admit that I am a horrible person, I make mean comments all the time. I often feel bad about that, but usually only if it was about someone I like.
-Sometimes I am unable to say no.
-I often think that people know all of this and more about me but are just humoring me by pretending they don't. That said, this is all I am going to reveal as I now feel rather naked.
