Kele Okereke of Bloc Party is still the man of my dreams...
I have come to the conclusion that I enjoy dancing way too much. I'm not sure if I am a particularly good dancer (or perhaps even on the very end of that spectrum. For all I know, maybe my dancing is comparable to that of a gawky kid at 80's prom who starts doing the running man in the middle of the dAnCe FlO thinking he is god's gift to hip hop and that's why everyone is clapping and goading him on, REALLY!) (but then again...I would want to be friends with that kid...) (also...no one claps when I dance.) (also, i need to stop using parenthesis) (EHEM)
I say this because currently i am dancing like a loon to Bloc Party in front of my computer screen. Is there anyone else who just likes to randomly turn on music and FREAK THE FUCK out? Because if so, we should be friends and just dance a lot. We don't have to talk, we can just have intimate dance parties. Really, get at me. (Though, I like talking too. :)
I've started going out and publicly dancing. It's good times. And I don't think I would stop even if I were to find out tommorow that I am an embarassment to myself and my future progeny. This is all part of my attempts to become Comfortable-With-Myself(TM). So I can put a smile on my face and dance my face off even though things are kind of on the shitty side right now.
I will not digress into that though.
Also, I have recently found that I am incredibly attracted to/want to hang with hood guys who kind of skate on the edges of hipster and thuggish. I am not sure if I am particularly cool enough/savvy enough to hang with them, but I hope they can look past my nerdy i-am-sadly-pretty-much-devoid-of-slang-terminology-knowledge exterior and appreciate the burgeoning afropunk within. :)
I've been writing a lot recently. You know, poetry and all that jazz that will get me nowhere. I may just share sometime.
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