Dancing

There was a department meeting today and afterward one of the women in the department asked me to stay and watch a video. A few other people also stayed. It was a video of a couple ballroom dance competitions. Apparently she has been taking lessons from the people she had the tape of. Something like 2.5 hours of private lessons every Friday, I think she said. She also showed us this guy (who she kept saying was only 20) dancing in another competition. I guess I wasn't terribly impressed by his age, he and his partner didn't really look any better than the Claremont dance team to me, but maybe something is lost in the video.

I want to dance more. I want to find some place to go dancing that isn't an hour's drive away. I get really frustrated at how much I forget (especially waltz), and that makes the dancing less fun than it aught to be. Also, sometimes I get frustrated at Josh because he seems to want to dance mainly for aerobic exercise, where as I like to look good. I think it's good exercise whether you look good or not, but it is more fun if you feel like you look good. Somehow, that difference has been making going dancing recently harder and happen less. Normally I don't give it a lot of thought, but when I see stuff like this there is always this pang of: I want to learn how to dance better.

Guess what?! I found a clinic where they give birth control and treat me like an adult!!!

The nurse asked me when my last period was and if I'd had unprotected sex since then (and took my word for it when I said I hadn't). Then she offered me the booklet of info (if I wanted it, since I'd been on depo before). I hadn't been on depo for a while, so they made me see the doctor. He stuck his finger up my vagina and poked at my uterus from the outside and asked me when I'd had my last exam. I said last January (and he took my word for it). Then he left and the nurse came back and gave me my shot. She also gave me an envelope with a copy of the record of me getting the shot to bring with me to school so I can get my next shot there.

Yay for being treated like an adult! Yay for not being given the lecture about how I should still use a condom because my fiance is probably cheating on me!

Yay for having just read Alice! It made being poked at by a male doctor a little easier to deal with. Actually, it made it a lot easier. "Just close your eyes and think of England." 10 pts to the person (other than Josh) who can tell me what that refers to.

Me again: Harry Potter and Tiredness

I know, bad me, writing this much to LJ.

Today has been a painful day. It hasn't really been that slow or boring (at least not compared with recently), but I've been painfully tired so that I can hardly focus on anything or keep my eyes open. I don't know why I am this tired today. I stayed up a little late (like 11pm), but that's not later than I've often stayed up recently. We borrowed Harry Potter 2 from the library and it was a long movie. That's why I was up so late. I disliked the first Harry Potter movie a fair amount, but this one was quite enjoyable and seemed just a lot better and more interesting and faster paced. I also got some sewing done while watching it. I got 7 buttons sewn so I have 3 buttons to go and 10 button holes to go. But I got side tracked. I shouldn't be this tired and I'm glad the day is almost over so I can go home and go to sleep.

Blah. Being tired when I can't sleep sucks. And I also can't have some tea or coffee because I'm about to go back into the lab and we can't have food or drink in there.

Oh, yeah, and I was amused at Henry V being the defense against the dark arts teacher. I just can't see Branaugh as anyone but Henry V.