dance crush.

dance is life, and she couldn't have it any other way. she cannot even describe how much she lives for dance; how much she thinks of dance; how much it consumes all of her thoughts, her being, fills her journals - notetaking on dance (choreo)!

dance is life. dance is art. without it, she just would not be able to breathe.

first year college, i had this unhealthy obsession with degas' works: fascinated with his sketches/drawing, mainly for my obsession of dance. degas had intrigued me into the world of impressionism, urging me to take art history courses. one of my most treasured posessions in my home today is a replica of degas 'little dancer of fourteen years', given to me as a gift from my family. it still sits on my bookcase.

i believe it is why, to this date, i prefer reading 17th-19th century fiction and non-fiction; why i'm so fascinated with everything vintage; why i long for living in the past, and most of all, why i believe i was born in the wrong era.

i'd love to know how many out there would prefer 17th-19th century to now?

well i think the only thing that would make me rethink would be the unsanitary non-plumbing factor. no sinks, showers, toilets, etc.?

otherwise, i wouldn't mind bumping into a mr. darcy.

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Super Human Powers.

Sometimes, on a day like today, I wish I had super human powers. Like Wonder Woman. What I thought would be a quick market trip, (I only needed to grab cilantro, romaine lettuce, grapes and avacados!), turned out to be a 1 hour trip due to NO PARKING. I drove around a few times, and after the third time of circling parking lot, became extremely agitated with having no parking available (in a new supermarket parking structure??) Anyway, so I'm circling around and around, finally see a couple walking out to their car. I'm waiting, patiently. Waiting. And waiting. They finally slowly get into their car, then slowly pulled out, and as they pulled out (heading my direction), this F***ING HUMMER comes at me full speed (probably at 70 miles in a 10 mph zone), and RAMS that freaking BOAT of a SUV into MY SPACE, where I'd been waiting - PATIENTLY - for FOREVER! I could NOT believe the BALLS this person had to do that!! And my car is no tiny little pinto or anything - this HUMMER with the small balls person inside was just a self centered PRICK.
That's all. And although I'd love to scream, yell, and punch his balls or pull his hair out, I'm pretty civil, so I didn't and wouldn't. All I did was beeped him a few times and raised my hand like WTF MAN!! But what else could I do but drive away. It's not like I could ram him with my car or anything.. All I could do is let out a weak whiney "Beep, Beep" with my car horn thing. How frustrating! ARGH. Really, that guy can just byte me. UGH. Grrrr. ARGH. But, really now, If I had super human powers, I'd love to seriously grab that piece of trash (Big steel thing designed for looks if used in Silicon Valley and not actually off roading in) and throw it across the parking lot, on the other side. Wouldn't YOU?!