To Get Jiggy * To Hoedown * To Bust A Move * To Tango * To Cavort * To Sock Hop* To Shag Dance

I think I have a pretty good handle on who I am as a person. I am a 22 year old female. I have brown hair and green eyes. Among many things I love peanut butter, running, good conversation, thrift stores, and Starbucks coffee. However, after a night of clubbing with some friends in Hollywood I was left contemplating one life altering detail about myself.

Do I like dancing????

Not life altering you say? Wrong! The answer to this question has potentially devestating implications... for the rest of my SOCIAL life. If I say no that would then imply that I would NOT dance at any future event with dancing. I am not a party animal but I hate the thought of being labeled the "party pooper"!! If I say yes then I am, in a sense obligated, to dance at any event with dancing including places like skanky clubs and sketchy bars. While I don't attend such establishments on a regular basis the thought of HAVING to dance in such places fills me with sheer dread. Why? Perhapes it's because I can't seem to ignore the frottage going on around me enough to actually enjoy dancing.

Yes I said frottage. If you don't know what it means look it up!

My Silver Lining

So far this summer has been well...disappointing. I was hoping to get another job on top of the after-school program I've worked at, or a new job with more hours. It has now been almost four weeks of putting in countless phone calls and applications with no luck. The whole situation has lead to me feeling depressed. While it has been GREAT being home I can't seem to ignore the fact that I am not making money, which I NEED to do! Plus I'm getting downright bored! I've been trying to remind myself that God has a plan that's better than mine but just the same, I can't help feeling frustrating!! However, despite the job search frustrations I can now say one part of my summer is going to be fantastic.

What part is that? The part where I joined a running club!! Whohoooooo! Last night I mustered up all my courage and visited Club Run With Us for the first time. The club, based out of a shoe store in Pasadena, meets at the Rose Bowl twice a week and every other Sunday. They have a coach who helps advise club members on what to do each workout and how to achieve their running goals. I was INCREDIBLY nervous to check it out because I was afraid the club would be nothing but a bunch of perfectly toned and tanned running machines. Thankfully there were all types of folks at all kinds of levels. I met an awesome girl there who ran at the same pace I did. We did our workout together and in the end I was surprised to find out we had done a little over 3 miles. I can barely do 2 miles on my own! So job or no job I know at least one thing I will be happily doing this summer. Running!

Oh what a trip!

Nothing adds to your flying experience more than puking on an airplane. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed.



My new best friend and perhaps the greatest invention ever made!