We have already established the fact that I am a dancer. I'm pretty sure we've already established that I'm also extremely clumsy, to the point of being handicapped. It was as if Heavenly Father decided to make a joke of me: a dancer who cannot stay upright for more than 5 minutes at a time. Ha. Ha. Haaaaa. Not funny.
You know, I really have come to the terms with the fact that I do extremely stupid things all the time. I'm fine with tripping every five seconds or falling down the HBLL stairs every time I go down them. It's all good. In fact, I find myself thinking it's a shame nobody saw that, or that nobody that I knew was with me so I could laugh about it too and not look like a weirdo. Oh well. However, it kind of sucks when the very first thing you do in the morning is fall. Lovely.
So I got ready in about 20 minutes this morning. I'm thinking, this is pretty legit. If only my dad could see me now. I even looked halfway decent, despite the ballet tights that made me look like a 6-year-old girl in a black sundress. So I was feeling pretty good, determined not to think too hard about the awful day ahead of me. I walk out of my apartment, take a few steps down the stairs and . . . I'm sure you can figure out the rest for yourselves. Nobody was even around to see it and my pride is still bruised! Now I'm thinking, Wow Shalese. Way to kick off your week!
13 years ago
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