what's your thing?

i had to write because i just got really excited about something and i couldn't express it via med school essay which is still a work in progress. it has to be done by the end of this week... crap. eh, we will see what happens. if any admission counselors are reading this, i really do want to become a bonafide doctor. People keep telling me there is no money in it anymore. How do you tell them you don't care? I could care less how much I make, I just want to learn the skills and use it to help. it's so simple.

that was tangential. I had my first ballet class today. it's been at least 10 years since i've been in a leotard and tights and everyone, including myself, finds it strange. i wasn't comfortable wearing my dance clothes until I left the locker room and found a line of girls and two boys, along the wall waiting for our dance instructor, all wearing tights. It felt like middle school all over again and I could not stop smiling; i mean, to be in middle school again would be something else.

so there we were, black leotard, pink tights...except mine were tan, i missed the first class and apparently missed what color tights i needed. After some much needed stretching and some french movements, the instructor came up to me and asked to see me after class. what the heck have i done? was she going to ask me to join the intermediate class? whoa. haha...i'm not that good. She asked me to audition for her dance. I was stoked. seriously? it felt as good as catching those waves in hawaii, which by the way, gave me some of the best feelings ever. And to think, it will be even better when i meet God.

So I will be auditioning for her dance on Friday. It wouldn't matter if i didn't get a part, i'm just amped about trying out for a dance ensemble. it takes balls to try out for something and i've always wanted to do it. as for the bottom line, i've been talking to my friends about having something to call your own. I still want to work on the photography and maybe sketching. i tried music. it was a bad idea; though sometimes, i think in my head that i can do it. so, maybe i can have dance. We'll throw in surfing too just for good measure =).

i wished i had photos to show you guys of my surf sessions. the irony perhaps was that my surf sessions was with a new friend named brandon. oh chuckles.

breathing.