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I don't know what it is about me and dancing; it's a wierd masochistic relationship. (I hurt myself a lot while dancing, as anybody who saw me tonight can tell you. Fat kid + Breakdancing = Me rasping at Alex Sievert to get me a soda so I don't, you know, die of asphyxiation.) But I like it. Dancing is just one of those few times when I don't feel that I have to constrict myself. I can really just let myself go and do something I never would otherwise. It's the one time I let my body tell my brain to shut up.
I wrote that nearly four years ago. Bizarre; I've had a Livejournal for almost four years? Seriously? Where the hell did that time go?
Anyhow, tonight was a wonderful night. Geek Week kicked off with the first ever Geek Dance, hosted by Beta Omega Beta, a local social sisterhood. (Don't call them a sorority. They'll cut you.) I helped plan it, what with Geek Week being My Baby this time around, and naturally, I was very much in attendance.
And you know, all that I wrote about dancing when I was a junior in high school is still the truth. Generally speaking, I think I'm a fairly inward looking person; I think a lot, to the point that I really would say that well over half of my life is spent considering things on the inside of my mind. (Then again, I think about stories and writing all the time, and those are necessarily mental locations.) But when I dance, I let that little, primitive, whispering voice in the back of my mind scream, and I let my body do things that I honestly don't think it could ordinarily do. I mean, I jump around, shuffle, throw myself on the floor, land on my knees, and so on when I dance- because, well, I breakdance, and that's how it works- and somehow, a body that can't stand to run half a mile forgets how little it likes physical activity. For a while, I lose my sense of time and self, and it's all shuddering movements, rhythms and stomps and claps and the impact of my back on the floor, and it's wonderful.
It was also easily the biggest turn-out we've ever had for a Geek Week event. I'd estimate that somewhere around fifty to seventy people showed up for the Geek Dance. About two-thirds of the way through the dance I just ran around and hugged everyone I knew, because I was so happy with it. I have so many friends here, so many little sparks of light on my path, who I've met because I'm a geek. And that's what this is really all about, of course: love for the people I've found myself with. That's why I tried so hard to make Geek Week a success this year; it's because I love the people this club has brought me to so much.
All told, tonight was a moment of ecstacy: breathless, vibrant, exhausting perfection, the kind dreams are made of.
'Night.
-E
I wrote that nearly four years ago. Bizarre; I've had a Livejournal for almost four years? Seriously? Where the hell did that time go?
Anyhow, tonight was a wonderful night. Geek Week kicked off with the first ever Geek Dance, hosted by Beta Omega Beta, a local social sisterhood. (Don't call them a sorority. They'll cut you.) I helped plan it, what with Geek Week being My Baby this time around, and naturally, I was very much in attendance.
And you know, all that I wrote about dancing when I was a junior in high school is still the truth. Generally speaking, I think I'm a fairly inward looking person; I think a lot, to the point that I really would say that well over half of my life is spent considering things on the inside of my mind. (Then again, I think about stories and writing all the time, and those are necessarily mental locations.) But when I dance, I let that little, primitive, whispering voice in the back of my mind scream, and I let my body do things that I honestly don't think it could ordinarily do. I mean, I jump around, shuffle, throw myself on the floor, land on my knees, and so on when I dance- because, well, I breakdance, and that's how it works- and somehow, a body that can't stand to run half a mile forgets how little it likes physical activity. For a while, I lose my sense of time and self, and it's all shuddering movements, rhythms and stomps and claps and the impact of my back on the floor, and it's wonderful.
It was also easily the biggest turn-out we've ever had for a Geek Week event. I'd estimate that somewhere around fifty to seventy people showed up for the Geek Dance. About two-thirds of the way through the dance I just ran around and hugged everyone I knew, because I was so happy with it. I have so many friends here, so many little sparks of light on my path, who I've met because I'm a geek. And that's what this is really all about, of course: love for the people I've found myself with. That's why I tried so hard to make Geek Week a success this year; it's because I love the people this club has brought me to so much.
All told, tonight was a moment of ecstacy: breathless, vibrant, exhausting perfection, the kind dreams are made of.
'Night.
-E