Dancing Through Life.

So there seems to be a clip of me interpretive dancing on the net. That's somewhat unfortunate due to my total lack of mad dancing skillz. I can't dance to save myself actually. If someone was shooting at my feet screaming "DANCE FOR YOUR LIFE!" I'd die. I suck. I fully admit that, and therefore avoid the dance floor at all costs.

I know you're thinking about looking up the clip now, in all honesty I'm not embarrassed at all, how can I be? Years of experience has taught me that many people can't dance and at least I'm not Spanish, or Irish, or any of those nationalities that are expected to come with an inbuilt dancing ability. No, I allowed Mum to pay for ballet lessons, for jazz and tap too but...I just have no grace, no rhythm and no talent. I'm awkward and I know I'm bad...which just makes it worse. You know that feeling when you watch someone do something cool and you say to yourself "I can totally do that!" Well, when I see dancers- I know I can't. I was never flexible, never interested and always embarrassed.

Enough about dancing....It's best not to think about it. It's bed time now, unfortunately I left a stack of homework to the last possible second and now have to stay up late (O, Woe is me) to do it all. Instead of studying, I maturely chose to go and see "I am number four" with my Mum. Surprisingly enough, it's a good film...I recommend it if you're not looking to watch anything overly intelligent and want to just stare shamelessly at Alex Pettyfer.

Oh and I'm thinking of killing the person who invented Zumba. Stupid songs singing "Zumba" over and over again as if saying it enough and occasionally changing keys turns it into a new song or something. I hate it. We have to do it for sport and I hate it. I want to find that person, who is no doubt American and NOT Spanish like the songs are supposed to sound and...well...(add threatening statement here.)

Hope all is well.