and boy is it beautiful
it's time to come outside everyone
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
This is the way that we love
Wow. Long time since, eh?
The sky is its somber shade of sheet slate grey, but the sun was here for a little while at least, just to remind us all that it's still there.
Upon successful completion of Spring Break 2011, there's a lot of a little bit of everything bouncing off of the inner walls of my skull, and not just because I spend 98% of my free time head banging furiously. But in approximately 2 minutes, my watch will tell me to smile, and maybe then my cerebrum can take a nice little break.
EDIT: Thanks for the kitten pic, Joost :)
The sky is its somber shade of sheet slate grey, but the sun was here for a little while at least, just to remind us all that it's still there.
Upon successful completion of Spring Break 2011, there's a lot of a little bit of everything bouncing off of the inner walls of my skull, and not just because I spend 98% of my free time head banging furiously. But in approximately 2 minutes, my watch will tell me to smile, and maybe then my cerebrum can take a nice little break.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
"Of course I know. I've always known."
Welp, rehearsal is cancelled, which makes for a nice evening of writing in the Coop. Death in Vegas is playing through my earbuds.
Keeping a blog has made me realize how delusional it is to take oneself seriously as a blogger. Blogging is not an occupation. Given the shaky frequency with which I update this thing, it's not even really a hobby. But it's there when you need it and it's unobtrusive when you don't, a lot like the box of Star Wars bandaids that you keep in the drawer because you know that there's a paper cut waiting for you SOMEWHERE inside your textbook. The book knows exactly when you'll later be handling salty or acidic substances, and that's when it makes its move. The book KNOWS. Look at it, with it's smug ISBN number. Jerk.
But hey! It's Wednesday! Countdown 'til the weekend starts now. T minus one day (oh right, in the real world weekends start on FRIDAYS)
Keeping a blog has made me realize how delusional it is to take oneself seriously as a blogger. Blogging is not an occupation. Given the shaky frequency with which I update this thing, it's not even really a hobby. But it's there when you need it and it's unobtrusive when you don't, a lot like the box of Star Wars bandaids that you keep in the drawer because you know that there's a paper cut waiting for you SOMEWHERE inside your textbook. The book knows exactly when you'll later be handling salty or acidic substances, and that's when it makes its move. The book KNOWS. Look at it, with it's smug ISBN number. Jerk.
But hey! It's Wednesday! Countdown 'til the weekend starts now. T minus one day (oh right, in the real world weekends start on FRIDAYS)
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
la dans
Beach vacation? Antiquing and enjoying a stay at a quaint B&B? Going metropolitan in New York City?
Nah.
Every time I dance, I can't shake the biting feeling that this is what I will do for the rest of my life. I don't care if I get paid. I need it.
This is where Romania comes in. Over the summer, I very may well have the opportunity to teach dance and work with local dance groups and companies in Romania, as well as doing some volunteer work as a dance therapist for disabled individuals.
More on this to come. There's still an application to fill out, people to contact, decisions to mull over, expenses to understand. But all is looking up.
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