so here is my embarrassing story of the week:
I come home from school wanting to exercise so I decide to dance in my kitchen. I had my ipod cranked and my headphones on. and I was dancing away; like really crazy stuff! I was doing some breakdancing and I pulled out the moonwalk; classic stuff. Well, about twenty minutes into my dancer-cise the back door to my apartment starts to open and a an old man pops his head around the door! I scream and coil back while he slams the door closed! then I realized that it was the maintenance man that works for the apartment complex, so i run to the door and start to apologize. He was trying to tell me that he was there to fix the toilet, but i told him I had fixed it when I got home. (it was really simple) I guess it had broken in the morning and my roommate didn't tell me she put in a fix request. any whooo the guy said he had been outside forever pounding on the door and he could hear stomping but thought it was the guys above! o golly it was really funny. And for some reason thought it was necessary to tell him I was a dancing machine! When I get nervous or anxious I start to ramble and I have no control what comes out of my mouth. it was pretty ugly.
