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My discovery in ballet class yesterday: I've lost my arabesques. Sort of. My muscle strain has rendered my entire left torso weaker than my right and I can't lift my leg the way I used to. I look kulelat.
Then, today, I took jazz class. I have lousy arabesques but I can kick-release (with matching limbo-rock-esque backbend) like a Chinese martial artist. How weird is that?
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Suckier news: I am without thesis adviser. I feel like a tightrope walker without a tightrope.
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I was looking at pictures of a recent gig of a band that I used to follow around (Tirso was IN THOSE PICTURES, DAMN YOU LUIS DIOKNO!) and realized that this guy I was once in love with has the same guitar face that the person I am in love with now has when he's playing a gig. They don't look like each other, but it's the same face. Curiouser and curiouser...
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My brother took an exam to get into an MBA program today. He just got home. As I opened the gate for him, I could hear him singing Blind Melon's "Change" at the top of his lungs. I don't know if that's good or bad, but your prayers are welcome.
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You know it's time to stop playing Bejeweled when you're just clicking away at the gems, not caring anymore. And then suddenly you hit two hypercubes one after the other. You rock! Come on feel the noise.
Then, today, I took jazz class. I have lousy arabesques but I can kick-release (with matching limbo-rock-esque backbend) like a Chinese martial artist. How weird is that?
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Suckier news: I am without thesis adviser. I feel like a tightrope walker without a tightrope.
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I was looking at pictures of a recent gig of a band that I used to follow around (Tirso was IN THOSE PICTURES, DAMN YOU LUIS DIOKNO!) and realized that this guy I was once in love with has the same guitar face that the person I am in love with now has when he's playing a gig. They don't look like each other, but it's the same face. Curiouser and curiouser...
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My brother took an exam to get into an MBA program today. He just got home. As I opened the gate for him, I could hear him singing Blind Melon's "Change" at the top of his lungs. I don't know if that's good or bad, but your prayers are welcome.
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You know it's time to stop playing Bejeweled when you're just clicking away at the gems, not caring anymore. And then suddenly you hit two hypercubes one after the other. You rock! Come on feel the noise.