I'm Growing Out My Hair.. And The Length Of These Posts. Maybe.

It's true, I've decided to.
Really happy about the fact that I'm drawing again. I have discovered that when I draw (doodle?) I have a thing for drawing trees. Sometimes really whimsical with long curling tendrils of branches, other times just typical angular trees. Their branches (I like to think of them as arms and fingers or claws) are always bare, though, and they always look kind of unrealistic, which is fine by me. I find that I have been cured of the typical, perversely short attention span that is the bane of not only modern-day society, the same people who can't enjoy and sit through the entirety of a ballet, but especially of teenagers such as I, or how I used to be. I let out all my nervous-angry-worried-hyper energy through drawing the branches, and sub-branches, and twigs...etc.
Among other things I can almost do the splits! I have been stretching twice everyday. Maybe not even for dance, just for kicks. I have been inspired by this 50 or 60-something year-old woman at the dance studio, and to watch her practice is amazing. She can jump into the splits JUSTLIKETHIS. If it's effortless to her, and she's kind of rotund, mind you, then imagine what I can do when I lose some weight!
I may've improved my attention span in some areas, but I guess not in my blogging. Oh well..
I've found that I have been frequently imagining things. Not in the hallucinogenic sense, but in the sense that I like to pretend a lot. Sometimes I just switch the situation that I'm in, if it would have the same surroundings, and my feelings can change with it. For example, if I'm lying in bed and I can't see outside but it's bright and sunny, I can pretend it's summer when it's really a perfect hell outside.
This is what I have learned, but I have not yet learned how to control my feelings. What a pity.