At last, I have finally found something to write about, other than daily complaints and post-pubescent teen rants, that tend to sound a lot like current pubescent teen rants.
The boyfriend and I have been taking some beginner dance lessons and decided that the time together, the excercise and new experiance is really something awesome.
Though when dance class is finished, I feel kind of like a puppy who learned new tricks the way they pat us on the head (in the form of high fives) and tell us what a good job we did.
Our instructer is amazingly patient and hilarious... she even made a joke of it when I stepped on her and made her toe bleed.
I don't have too much to say now, but I am sure as time goes on, I will have many more stories to come.
