It's almost been a year since my last dance class - well to the month, at least - and it's now that I'm beginning to miss it like crazy.

I mean, the first few months I didn't miss it so much because I had everything else - I learned to enjoy the gym, and started practicing gymnastics which is just a whole new world of aches and pains and wonders and successes - but since I sprained my ankle again, I've been sidelined so much and been paying more attention to the dance aspect which, believe it or not, is kinder on the feet.

But I came to the realization yesterday, or earlier this week, that I miss dance. Not classes, per se because it's still just a class, but the way you have to contort your body in ways bodies aren't supposed to contort in daily life. I miss the muscle aches in places I didn't know existed until we had a choreographer put us through an hour of misery in a style we weren't familiar with.

When you choreograph for yourself, it's far too easy to go "Oh wait, no, my body doesn't like that, let's change that", but when it's someone else's choreography that you're meant to do, you can't say "no, my body disagrees with this movement", you just grit your teeth and do it anyway. That's what I miss.

I might have to look into possibly going back to Emilio and Tore for a class or two before their showcase, just to feel it again.

From August 18th 2011 to April 8th 2012.... The newest 25 Most Played in my iPod/iPhone.

( Lotsa Asians this time around )

Can't say I'm particularly surprised about this... More Koreans than before, mainly cause their songs are so darn catchy. It's ridiculous.

So... I walk down the stairs with my laptop to show dad a video. About four steps from the bottom, I slip and fall.

First thought: "Fuck, not my laptop!"

Mom and Dad's reactions: "Are you okay? How's your foot?"

My reaction post-first thought: "Fuck, same foot, same foot, fucking hell, no crutches. Please just no crutches."

All I keep thinking as Mom comes downstairs to wrap my foot, and Dad stands around sort of half-awkwardly because he doesn't know what to do, is "don't cry, don't cry, don't cry". My laptop clearly has priority over anything, and my pride has priority over bodily injuries.

My sister's first reaction to the news I fell down the stairs...: "*sigh* Idiot."

Clearly my family knows not to make a big deal of my getting injured. Two minutes after falling down the stairs, Mom's gone back upstairs and into bed, and Dad's gone to finish the show he was watching, and I'm left lying on the floor in the hall, leg propped up against the wall. Oh me, why such an idiot?