Kat's Korner for Kicks

Sorry for the "woah is me" post the other day. I certainly hope no one was offended or thought it was annoying. I would usually just delete it, as silly as that post is, but it's funny how when I feel like the way I did a few days ago, things look up not long after that. No joke, a few hours after I posted that, one of my friends invited me to go night swimming, & that made my day! Other great stuff happened that I don't recall, but I do remember tonight, which I will get to. Brace yourselves for an emotional rampage, inspirational thoughts, warm fuzzy feels, whatever you wanna call it.
I know God loves us. He not only created this beautiful planet for us, He also didn't leave us here with a wish of luck to make it on our own. In my lowest times, He helps me and I make it out stronger. We are nearing the two year anniversary of my dad's passing. Hardly anyone knows about the amazing amount of tender mercies my family and I have experienced. Everyone wonders how in the world we are coming through these hard times with our heads held high. I am telling you, it is our faith in Providence. He is there, all you have to do is kneel. :)
Well, tonight I decided on a whim to go swing dancing. I already have plans to swing-out at the Duce with one of my closest friends since 8th grade (Laura, we have known each other for 7 YEARS. What???), but I did not have patience to wait a few more days. No-sir-ee-bob! So I tied up my younger bro, tossed him in the trunk, & merrily drove to Kats Korner, not being able to hear the screams of protest. The lesson went well, I always like being able to meet different people, & help the guys learn the moves. I even learned steps I want to throw in the dance I'm choreographing! More on that later, trust me. :) 'Twas tricking outside when the shin-dig began, so we splashed/danced in the rain, accomplishing something on my bucketlist. Most of the night consisted of the bro sitting down with the most poky poker face ever, while I attempted to get him to dance. I danced a few times with a few guys. Then Miguel showed up and everything was more fun from there! He got one of the pros to dance with me, which I felt super awkward. Girls, when you do partner dancing, please don't think too hard, don't go black. That was me the whole time. He knows I want to improve, so I didn't feel as bad. I still had fun, though!
We had a snowball fight, & eventually, everyone was in on it! Not a real snowball fight, though that would have been refreshing. To summarise, a few couples start in the middle, then they grab different partners, & everyone is dancing eventually. Sounds pretty cool, right? Ohhh, that gives me more choreography ideas... :)
The DJs decided they wanted to try to give me a heart palpitation, so right after the snowball dance, they played "Booty Swing" (remember that song you can't help but feel cool just walking to? Ya, same song. Remember how I'm choreographing a dance? Yep, that's the song). The bro, Miguel and I, & I'm pretty sure everyone else, felt completely out of breath. I honestly thought I was going to pass out. What is wrong with me? I sang loud AND hard-core danced at the same time for 45 minutes straight, & I didn't feel like that.
One more thing, & I should start getting ready for bed. Things slowed back down, so I just started dancing by myself. Not far was a black girl doing the same thing. We made eye-contact, & I started doing what she was doing. After the song concluded, we introduced ourselves, laughed for moment, and started doing it all over when the next song started. A few other girls joined us. Single ladies for the win! That was seriously the best part of my night! Sammi and I are pretty much BFFs now, so now, I'm counting down for the Duce in a few days.
The night concluded with Shakira, really random, made me want to hustle or samba, but neither the bro nor Miguel knew how, but I was perfectly content with doing whatever dance moves that came to mind. Overall, fantastic night. :)

Thoughts As of Late

Well, I have to say, life is not a stroll through the forest. If you can read this, you probably already know this.
I miss having a friend I can talk to and hang out with. I have very few friends now. Well, I still have the same friends, but they are all kinda serving missions right now. Now, I feel like I don't have anybody. It was all too easy going to college this last year. I had friends at beauty school, and then I would come home to my roommates, all are my friends. Near the end, I took everything for granted, and was just dying to leave.
Now, I live at home. No income, no car, a flickering social life. I only have a handful of friends, all of which have schedules and their own lives. I can put more effort, but I feel like crap. I hate how I sound talking to people; I feel like I just blab, nothing but meaningless junk coming out, mostly a one-sided conversation. So I spend most of my days at home, moping around the house.
I dislike not having a schedule. This is why I feel down. I do not have anything going on! I have so much free time on my hands, I don't know what to do with myself. Try to find a job, yes. Sounds fabulous. Working, devloping people skills, and having money to pay the phone bill, help out, go dancing every once in a while, and most importanly, pay back that stupid loan so I may go on a mission!
I hope this post isn't too much of a Sally Sob Story, but hey, better to let it all out here then on Facebook, right?