Lazy Ballroom Dancing

So. I am taking ballroom dancing classes. It's super fun! Well, for everyone else. I fall. A lot. Like in every lesson. and I am less than graceful. What in the hell convinced me that this was a good idea? It is unfathomable to me. Apparently, I had a momentary lapse in judgement, where i forgot that i don't like to be touched, don;t like groups of people, don't like people watching me. am clumsy, can't remember anything, and when i am anxious because of all of these, i stiffen up and dance even more poorly. i went to a open house type party and saw everyone dancing and had a couple glasses of sangria, after witch i had visions of myself being beautiful and graceful. like this:

happiness, and spinning, and rainbows, and stars and music and perfectness. instead, my dancing is like this:



 yeah. my poor instructor must wonder why he got stuck with a clumsy dinosaur to try to teach dance steps to. i know he gets frustrated. maybe I'll just eat him.