calm before the storm

i spy with my little eye a 180 turn ahead. it's letting closer. the rollercoaster is reaching the top. the wind is getting stronger. and i cannot do anything but sit and wait.

i'm about to move. not too far away. but my postal code will change. hell, my city will change. and i love my city the way it is. but sometimes an offer you cannot say no to gets in the way. 

i'm going to university. to study something utterly hideous. it's temporary, i keep telling my self. only temporary.

i can't even begin to describe my dance shenanigans (gotta love frasier's vocabulary). my plans are more open than the legs of a common hooker.  there are several outcomes, but one thing is for sure; i will be dancing a lot. and then some. can't wait for this semester to start off, 

                          dance-wise, 

                                                     at least.