Thinking, Falling, Dancing (2.10.8)

One of the more awkward one seconds, I have found, is when the boy opens the door of the car, the girl climbs in, then for about 1 second, the girl just has to sit there while the boy shuts the door. For some reason that one second is ridiculously weird feeling. It's odd to already go for the seatbelt when the car won't be moving for another 15 seconds at least, but it's weird to just sit and stare at nothing. And never for the 7 or so seconds it takes for the boy to get in the car is my mind just resting. It's always racing with thoughts about who knows what. I may or may not be alone on this one second of awkwardness.

I fell so hard at Classic Skating. I fell 3 plus one half plus one half times. The two halves barely counted, but the last full out fall was Bad. I was cruising around the curve a little too fast and just completely ate it. But do not worry; I caught myself with my elbow and hip. Man it hurt. I had to get up and just casually make my way over to the bench with the body language of, "oh that? That didn't hurt at all. Really. I just got tired all of a sudden, that's all." I've always been like that, ever since I was little. I'm too tough to show when I get hurt. I don't like the sympathy and attention. I feel awkward. So I fake.

Oh cute, I just found a cute bruise on my knee. I think bruises are cool looking. I also have battle wounds on my anklebone from the inside of the roller skate. I like having injuries to show off.

It's amazing what dancing can do. I went to a concert. It was medium fun. During the last band I started feeling really drowsy, so I got up and started to dance. Then Tyler and Michelle did too. And then everyone around us did too. People were smiling and laughing and pointing. I was 10 times happier than I was mere minutes before. I got gross and sweaty but didn't care one bit. I love dancing. I used to hate it, but then I stopped caring about what I looked like. Now I love it.

I should work on an art project. Goodnight, computer keys.