I am SO tackling Eyore.

I'm going to FLORIDA!

17 hours... in a SEABRING, with two of the best people in the world...


And free Disney world.
For SEVEN DAYS.
We're staying in a hostel.
Then crashing at a friends house.
I haven't been to Florida in yeeeaarrs! ::bounce!::

Off to relive my childhood, and get some sun. :)

Hoorooooooo Philadelphia!

"How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home..."

I used to feel like La Salle was home. Okay, make that I sometimes still do.
But now, moreoften than not, I've been wishing to go home. To go Homehome.
Maybe its because I'm spending summer here too...
I'm not sure.
Alot of things have changed, me being one of them. And I feel as if i need another one - something here has to give if I'm going to make it through Senior year without going crazy.
Just a little time away from all of it...
even if it isn't at home.

At home I used to sit by my window and look out over the storm as it caused the river to thrash like it was about to drown, the huge Oak in my front yard to bow towards the water under the pressure in the air... and the lightning illuminate the sky like a knife slashing through blue fabric. An eerie darkness descending over everything like the end of the world.
In other words... fucking awesome.

At Basil's - It just looks like the world is going to end because it deserves to. The clouds even look dirty somehow.


Sigh.
::Hooroo::

Listening to old school songs like "Mack the Knife," by Bobby Darrin, or anything Michael Buble covers gets me dancing in my chair, driver's seat, room, house, or even singing along too in a way I think most people might be surprised by. Come to think of it... I'm not sure that anyone has ever seen me cut loose like that except for maybe my Grandmother. I love mixing CDs or an iPod playlist and taking it to her house and just putting it on while we clean up or talk, or just enjoy the music.

I know it's bittersweet for her because it reminds her of my grandfather.... all they ever did was dance. And I mean that... My Grandmother danced so hard she wore the cartilage right out of her knees and had to get them both replaced in the early 80's. But all the way up into the disco era she was still dancing. She and my grandfather danced every morning before they went to work. Right there in the living room.
One thing I feel La Salle lacks are fun 1 credit courses that other schools offer to break up students studies - like Social Ballroom Dancing. People don't dance like they used to.

I know she loves and hates listening to music like that now because it reminds her of him. But she also loves that I enjoy it so much. And I feel the same way - I love it, it reminds me of him too - and I feel like it keeps him fresh in my memory... but I hate that hurt I see in her sometimes.
I'd love to find someone to dance with - even if it was just for fun. It's glamorous. Big band can make anyone feel classy. It's got this special kind of loud, brassy, alive sound that won't quit.
It makes me smile.

Hooroo dancing shoes...