feels good to dance again

I danced for the first time in 6 years on Thursday. Not just any dance, ZUMBA! Have you ever heard of Zumba Fever? It's a real medical condition, with doctors and everything (name that movie...too slow Blades of Glory!) and I've got it. Perhaps I've forgotten how much I loved dance, but this was the funnest thing I've done in years.



I LOVE DANCING!!

Remember how I couldn't dance and was (literally) depressed my sophomore year of high school? Ah, tragic. If I found out tomorrow I could never do Zumba again, I'd probably fall back into that depression that is literally how obsessed I am. I have thought about, close to nothing, else since Thursday at 5pm. I could tell you all the instructors names and where they teach in the Salt Lake Valley, the prices and names of all the DVD sets, and even sing a few songs. Yes I have problems, but when I fall for something, I FALL!

Basically what I'm trying to say is Thursday was a GREAT day. I only had to practice piano for 30 minutes because I'm sort of improving:), I had subway for lunch, bagel bites for snack of the week (yes my school has snack of the week. GO GRIFFINS!), ZUMBA which was the best thing to ever happen to me, watched my adorable cousin dance, then went to Shawn the Hottie's house. Great day, great night!

Enjoying my weekend other than I'm exhausted because I don't sleep too well at night. Believe it or not, breathing is sort of essential to how many hours of sleep you get. 12, basically 11, days to surgery!!!!!! Not that I'm excited to have my nose bones cut and screwed and banged and hollowed, but some good ol' O2 flowing through there sounds nice.

Seeing as how I'm drifting off writing this, bedtime it is. Watch out for Zumba fever and good night;)