An Apology

This is possibly one of the shortest blogs I will ever do. But, hey! Sometimes the short ones mean more cos there is no waffel! I wanna say sorry to all my mates back home, who got the impression that they were now inferior to the friends here. To be honest, now I read what I put I know what you mean! But you know me! I put my foot in my mouth without realising it! So I wanna say sorry and that you all helped me when I needed your support! And BOOOYY did we laugh! I love you all, and miss you much :) Ttfn xx

Our House... In the Middle of Our Street

Ok, so it's not really, completely our house. But it's a house. And come the 1st September 2010 we can officially call it ours for the year!

Scene setting: 8 people; 4 guys, 4 girls. Needing a house. Looking at 4 houses in total. We saw our first house when we thought we were a small group of 6, and we liked it, but it was (obviously) too small. So it was on to the next one. That was very nice, but we discovered it had a lot wrong with it. So the search continued. Then we found our house and we all liked it (especially after the last one we looked at which we weren't sure about). It has 8 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms (with baths), 3 toilets, a living room and a kitchen! 5 double bedrooms; I'm SOOO bagsying one of them!!! So I did the Mummy thing and made sure everyone was sure, then I asked the questions which needed to be asked. We handed over our (£100) and it's ours!

And the best thing is not the double bedrooms, it's not the Sky box, it's not even the 2 baths! It's the people I am going to be living with! Like one of my best mates says:

True Friends are not those you are forced with, but those you find on your own!

I am so glad this is the case, as the friends I am going to be living with are the most stupendus people I know! I love them all! I have been so lucky in finding people I want to live with, cos I know some people have had a rough deal with looking for people to live with. It's going to be one hell of a year!!

Obviously we will have to whip the boys into shape! If they put one foot wrong us girls will be there to gang up on them! Oh yeah! They might just find themselves chained to a lamp post at 3am in the morning for not following 'house rules'! (Oooh I like this plan!)

Only a short one from me! Ttfn :)

If You're Happy and You Know It Clap Your Hands

Ok so I may possibly be slightly addicted again! I was going to do a normal one, then my Salsa rant came out and said to myself 'let's run with that'! So it's 2.22 in the morning and I am supposed to be up tomorrow to go to the aquarium. I am really looking forward to it actually. I think I am more excited about spending time with my friends. Friends who I never thought I deserved, but who I don't know what I would do without.

When I came to Uni I remember not being happy. I wanted to leave. I was lonely and on my own... which was never a good combination. Then I moved into my new home, and I began to hang out with different people, and I discovered that these people wanted to spend time with me. That they were inviting me places and it wasn't always me doing the organising (although, me being the control freak I am, I actually like doing the organising! Mother's daughter I guess!) It's nice to find people who I get one with, who I have things in common with and who are genuinly lovely people!

I'm not going to say the changes in the last 4 months has been easy and without it's strange moments. Like the one I had while I was getting to sleep the other night. I suddenly looked around my room and thought to myself: 'You live here. On your own. Looking after yourself. On your own. You're fending for yourself. Cooking. Cleaning. Working. Partying. And all the stuff that comes with living ON YOUR OWN!' M'not gonna lie... t'was strange to say the least. there has been much change in the past months. Relationships with people changing. My attitudes towards thing changing. My ability to cope with things changing. My personality (slightly) changing.

I can honestly say that, at Uni, I am happier than I have been in a long time, possibly ever if that isn't too strong to admit! Well put it this way, my crisp and chocolate increase has dropped dramatically, which only comes from a lack of need to comfort eat. Me likes this!

Anyway, I think this is enough for now! Look out for any further posts from the Gingerness which is Moi! Ttfn!

Are We Human? Or Are We Dancers?

So I was watching a DVD. Ice Princess to be precise. And I began to think... to be honest I don't think the inspirational music and the disney concepts hindered the thinking. What is it about Disney films which make me all thoughtful? Anyway, I digress.

The one thing that does sadden me is the lack of salsa I have been doing. Watching the films, watching the TV programmes, listening to the music, dipping my feet back in it at christmas, imagining the steps in my mind. And not necessarily just the salsa, but dancing in general. I mean we can all go out on a night and boogie the drunken night away. But it isn't the same. The grace that comes with the waltz. The passion that exudes when dancing tango. The fun that's had in the Jive. Then there is the sensuality that comes from the connection you make with your partner. For that 3 and a half minutes you're absorbed. The way it feels when you hit a tripple spin dead on. When you know that you have just followed perfectly. Feeling like a dancer. You spin with ease, travel with grace and feel the music travel through your body. The steady beat that pulsates. The only place I feel completely at home, like nothing else in the world matters and anything you were thinking before is completely worthless! All that matters is the smile on your face, the connection with your partner and the fun that is had.

It's the only thing I have ever felt marginally good at. It's the only time that I feel (do I dare say the word) remotely sexy. The confidence I feel when dancing salsa isn't a ficade, it isn't put on. It is real. I hold myself high. I want to do well. I want people to notice. I want to show people what I can do, and I want them to enjoy watching me dance. It saddens me to think that most people in 'my' world haven't seen me dance. It scares me that when I talk about it, they think I'm having a laugh, and it's just another silly girl saying that she's good at dancing. It scares me that when I practice spinning or think about choreography, people think I'm being stupid and look at me as if I'm in my own little day dream. I wish more people could see me. I wish I had the confidence to say, 'ah what the hell, le'me show 'em what I can do'. But as per usual, that niggling feeling in my mind tells me not to do it, cos they will think you're sad, and pathetic and useless. When actually I am rather good.

Then there's the music. The rhythm. The mood it can create. The party, carnival, upbeat tempo which energises and enthuses. Then there are the more seductive songs, which allow for a real connection, the pauses created in the dance which mean that you can have a 'dancers moment'. The music indicates the way the body moves. The moving of the hips, the shaking of the shoulders, the head rolls, the bum rolls, the body rolls! (Are you getting just how much I miss it?)

I think I have bored you enough with this twaddle now! See there I go again, suggesting it isn't important?! To me it is! I miss it, kinda like a fish would miss the water! What am I doing... why aren't I dancing?!