learning to laugh

Don't misinterpret the title of this post. I know how to laugh. But I also know how to get extremely frustrated and angry.
So recently I've been learning how to laugh at myself and at situations that would normally make me very upset. It's a learning process about not focusing on things I can't change. The operative word being "process."
My goal is to be able to one day 'laugh things off' and say "well, that's dumb, but whatever, I can't do anything about it."
Workin' on it.

duh duh duh dance

Have I mentioned I dance? I do. I dance. Used to dance a whole lot....now not so much. But I'm constantly dancing around like a lunatic so I guess that counts. But really, I'm in a ballet class and I am in love with it. If my ballet class had a mouth I would kiss it.
I've always admired those who are classically trained in ballet, but I don't think anyone can truly appreciate ballet until they try it. It is the most difficult form of dance I have ever encountered, and I've tried almost everything. It is also extremely fulfilling. Ballet is the kind of hard work and dedication that I love being a part of. What I miss most about dancing five days a week is being constantly challenged, and ballet is giving me that challenge and forcing me to become better.
The saddest thing about this class is realizing how much technique I've lost because it's been so long. But that isn't stopping me from having fun or working my butt off.

On another note, I still haven't been on Facebook and I feel awesome. Ya'll can't even hold me down!

It's me.............alex.

Hey ya'll! (and by 'hey ya'll' I mean the two of you who read this) It's me, Alex. Blogging to you from my kitchen counter. Probably should be doing homework but for some reason this seemed super important. It's time to give an update on my first week of my month without my beef Facebook. Well, my used-to-be-beef. We're not so tight anymore.
So I uninstalled FB from my trusted blackberry and that was a HUGE step. I mean, I actually just miss seeing the logo on my little broken screen. But I'm dealing with it.
I'd like to add that I'm doing this hiatus out of spite. Because SOMEONE told me I couldn't. So I'm out to prove not only to them but to myself that I can live without the constant connection to people I haven't actually spoken to since high school, and even then all I did was glare at them from across the room because their shirt was cuter than mine.
The point is, I'm still going strong and only having slight withdrawals. Success! So far.

Stupid F-ing B. (facebook, that is)

Tomorrow will be the first day of my new Facebook hiatus. So I may be blogging more to rant and whatnot. Mostly about dumb stuff that I could walk in the next room and tell someone, but choose not to. And because Anika is the only one who reads this, I could basically just write posts directly to her. In fact! Anika? This one's for you baby :)

"So many people gonna say that they want you..."

"...they try to get you thinkin' they really care. But there is nothin' like the warmth of the one who has put in the time and you know he's gonna be there. " -Gavin DeGraw

It's time for me to split the people in my life into two columns (Office season 8 reference). On one side, the people who genuinely care about me, and on the other, the people who don't. There was once a time, a long time ago, when I didn't care if people were genuine towards me, I only cared if they acknowledged my existence and acted like I was an ok gal to be around. Well guess what? That time is over. So here's to spending more time with the people that matter, and less time with the people who bring me down.

Feelin' Two Foot Small

I've felt small as of late. As in, I have felt small in the world. A lot is asked of me in school and work and other things and I can easily feel overwhelmed. More than once, these past few weeks, I have found some place to be alone and just broken down. While I've heard its healthy to do that every once in a while, it makes me feel weak.
Remembering what happened ten years ago today makes me feel even smaller. Until I open my eyes and see everyone's flag waving proudly and everyone online paying homage to the land of the free and home of the brave. I could not be prouder to be a part of this great nation that pulls together to remember and pay tribute to those who were lost in so great a tragedy. And then I don't feel so small anymore.

I sometimes listen to music....ok, always.

In the car. In my room. On a jog. On a bike ride. I'm listening to music. I sing. I dance. I get jiggy. You get it.

I'm not sure when this started, but my obsession with lyrics, melodies, and instruments has been with me a very long time. I grew up in a family surrounded, practically drowning, in music. Now, as an adult, my music tastes have changed quite a bit, but the old stuff stays with me. I have broad tastes as well. In one playlist I can go from Chopin to The Strokes to Jason Aldean without skipping a beat (Figuratively, of course. Obviously there were some skipped beats there).
Music is so much a part of my life, sometimes the only way I can think of to express my mood or my thoughts is through lyrics. Hence, the name of this blog :)
So stay tuned in the future for words of brilliant lyricists whom I practically worship.