A time for everything, even electricity

There are many things that bug me, but there is one that tops the rest, and that is the use of the swear word GD, which I will not spell out here. I don't care if you're Christian, Hindu, Buddhist, Atheist, Agnostic, Scientologist, whatever...if you believe that using the term is bad, then why do you mock it in a joking manner? What's the bloody point in that? This is me on my high horse. Using any term like that, regardless of whether you believe in it or not, is just wrong. There is no excuse for using it. Swear words are not good period, but if you stub your toe on a door or burn yourself in the oven, at least limit yourself to damnit or similar such words, or better yet, don't use it period. And you can't blame your past or whatever bad is happening to you for why you use that word. You choose to use it and you choose to mock it, even though you find it repulsive, yet you still say it with a smile on your face...basically contradicting yourself.

Rant finished.

Bangor hoodies are awesome. They're lovely and warm, very fuzzy in the inside. Bo likes this a lot!

Just watched Billy Elliot with some housemates. I love that film because it brings back so many great memories. When my sister and I were younger, Mom enrolled both of us in the Linda Scafidel School of Dance. I stayed in for about 3-4 years, and didn't take up dance again until university. There, I took lessons with the USM Ballet Company and I also took part in the Irish Dance Society, both of which I enjoyed immensely. For me and Billy, ballet is just letting yourself go. You're concentrating so hard on the steps and counts that all the worries of the day just fall to the side. I may not have the body of a dance anymore, but like my advisor told me "There is always room for improvement." Similar to ballet in the feelings it gives me, Irish dance has a bit more pizazz. You're bouncing up and down more because you're on your toes, but the movements are more vertical. Whereas in ballet, they're horizontal like arabesques and grande battements. As a former dancer, and hopefully soon I'll be a current dancer again, and as a music student, the feelings that the arts give a person are definitely like "electricity." You find yourself, but just as quickly, you also lose yourself (if that makes sense). The emotion shoots right through your veins. You're flying through the air, sometimes unnoticed by the common person. It's such a public display, yet it's still a person feeling. And that's why I love the arts. I wouldn't have it any other way.