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Well, I just birthed a big fat 584-word piece of gorgeousness. Okay, well, I suppose it's not perfection but it sure is leaps and bounds beyond what I thought it would be. I'll probably do features for a living now. Because I'd be mighty pleased if everyone was that interesting.
This week has been a Wild Thing, a mighty shard of Steel Venom. Pardon the VF analogies. 'Tis truthful though; my moodiness is inexcusable and yet so so so difficult to keep in check. I've been flying off the handle at the most random of moments, at the most random of people, for the most ridiculous of purposes. So, I apologize. To anyone who was unintentionally targeted. Meaning everyone. Phew.
Math equation of the day:
red thong leotard + black tie + Lose Control = Saturday, March 25 at UMD.
Excitement ensued when Kat called me with news of Havana Nights-Wyclef-Shakira mixation today....er, oral fixation, I should say.
We learned 12 counts tonight via a videorecording of Jenn, who's sick again. It was like Darrin's Dance Grooves except there was a toddler in the foreground.
I wonder if social bipolarity is a disease. Can I invent it? Oh wait, I think I already did.
I love how we're doing nothing for once in AP. Absolutely nothing. Grimace--er, I meant, I meant....Jensy poo....must love us.
I have problems with commas I guess.
Things I am stressed about:
Saturday am solo rehearsal.
Guess what? That's all I'm stressed about at this point in life.
Lord, allow me the pleasure of keeping that list so short...
Dream easily.
This week has been a Wild Thing, a mighty shard of Steel Venom. Pardon the VF analogies. 'Tis truthful though; my moodiness is inexcusable and yet so so so difficult to keep in check. I've been flying off the handle at the most random of moments, at the most random of people, for the most ridiculous of purposes. So, I apologize. To anyone who was unintentionally targeted. Meaning everyone. Phew.
Math equation of the day:
red thong leotard + black tie + Lose Control = Saturday, March 25 at UMD.
Excitement ensued when Kat called me with news of Havana Nights-Wyclef-Shakira mixation today....er, oral fixation, I should say.
We learned 12 counts tonight via a videorecording of Jenn, who's sick again. It was like Darrin's Dance Grooves except there was a toddler in the foreground.
I wonder if social bipolarity is a disease. Can I invent it? Oh wait, I think I already did.
I love how we're doing nothing for once in AP. Absolutely nothing. Grimace--er, I meant, I meant....Jensy poo....must love us.
I have problems with commas I guess.
Things I am stressed about:
Saturday am solo rehearsal.
Guess what? That's all I'm stressed about at this point in life.
Lord, allow me the pleasure of keeping that list so short...
Dream easily.