One of the Best Weekends

I am officiall danced out. This weekend was amazing. Taking class from Mia Michaels is always such an inspiring event. That was the 3rd time I've taken from her... I LOVED her combo. It was very contemporary with some really weird movements in it but it was beautiful to watch. Her assistant was an asian guy who had long hair and to me really looked like Onch from Paris hilton's bff. He may have been the most rediculous dancer I've ever seen in my entire life. When we had to improve for like 3 minutes, he spent a whole two minutes just finding different ways to move his hand.

I have to say this weekend did something to me. It was like I was handed something, but I just don't know how to use it yet. Maybe it was a new found inspiration that just hasn't been cultivated yet.

Funny story. Last night on the ride home Andreas mom rolled down the window to pay a toll. As we pulled away, she realized the window wouldn't go back up. So we had to stop somewhere and shut a blanket in the door. We drove 3 hours with a blanket flapping out the window, but it kept us a little warmer.

I was sitting in the back seat of the car, and I had my comforter thrown over me to keep warm. Out of the corner, I could see out the window and the moon was so amazing. It was so bright it lit the night and shone through all of the clouds that tried to cover it. I feel so philisophical lately. I want so many things. I want one of those people who you can't live with out. I desperately want that. It seems that the things you want the most take the longest to come to you. I'm only 16 and that's almost all I ever think about. I'm too different. I'm finding it harder and harder to be a normal kid, and I feel kinda bad about it. But maybe that's for the best? Maybe that's the natural path my life is supposed to take.

I have to shop online for a few birthday presents now.
Goodnight, thanks for listening