Glee.

I desperately love a group dance scene.  Love.  I really want to be in one.  I really love performing and really love hate speaking in public.  Any sort of public.  Including family.  Dancing.  Yes.  Basically I need to interpretive dance all prayers from here on out.

I imagine Mike Chang's dad responding to his wanting to be a dancer the way my parents inwardly felt about me saying I was majoring in psych, sociology, and religious studies.  You know, they loved me and wanted to be encouraging but without hope for my future.  They of course didn't tell me this.

Another form of glee?  My friend owns a women's running store.  They had a Christmas party tonight and G and I went.  I desire basically everything in the store, but only ended up with a pair of running tights that I didn't have a chance to try on because well... G$ isn't a shopper.  He's a run around crazy-ier.  Prior to turning into a pumpkin, he gets crazy pants and is a huge ham that entertains everyone and really wanted to show people his belly, but was wearing a onesie.  OH THE HUMANITY.  He's a mess.  And I love it.