Dancing vs. Prancing

Like most five-year-old girls, I like to skip.

Except I'm seventeen.

But I really do skip. I run through the house instead of walking. I dash up the stairs [two at a time!] and dart and prance my way through the halls. It's so much more fun than just forcing myself to go from point A to point B. If makes my life more exciting.

Well, at work, I've tried to control my prancing, just to seem professional. But now that I've gotten to know almost everyone and they all know I'm not a silly ninny, I feel entirely comfortable whistling and humming and skipping about. I love to twirl and spin, too, but I try to avoid that at work, because I usually run into something whenever I try it...

There are also times when prancing just isn't enough. I get a song stuck in my head, and the beat quite literally takes over. The result is dancing, sometimes singing, too. I don't dance or sing at work [don't want to frighten my employers] but when I'm at home I dance all over the place and sing at the top of my lungs. I prefer the house to be empty, but if my mother and brother are home, it usually doesn't bother me.

Do I sing well? Eh, not really. Not at all, actually. I can beat the "easy" level on those singing video games and such, but then again, who can't? [100% on Dead On Arrival, ladies and gentlemen. Be jealous.] Do I dance well? Definitely not. My rhythm is decent but I just can't dance.

And does that bother me in any way?

Nope. :D