Crying over jazz dance? Why yes I am
I am royally pissed at myself for sleeping through jazz. Especially because that paper was due today. And who is there to be mad at? Me. Fuck.
But I am also determined not to let it ruin my day, as I firmly believe that my attitude about this will directly affect everything else I do today. So I decided to just rant a bit here, get it out of myself, and have a ridiculously productive morning since I'm not in class. My goals are to get through the rest of the NYTimes, get seriously offbook for Act 2 tonight, and to look like a human being who cares what she looks like before I leave at eleven. All realistic goals, I think. I put on some soul-soothing Radiohead and I'm out to kick some ass and not let stress get me down. I did that last week and got a half dozen nosebleeds in return. Not so hot.
Oh, and I will report in about the show soon. There have been some oh-so-interesting developments, and I'll get into all of them at a later date.
But I am also determined not to let it ruin my day, as I firmly believe that my attitude about this will directly affect everything else I do today. So I decided to just rant a bit here, get it out of myself, and have a ridiculously productive morning since I'm not in class. My goals are to get through the rest of the NYTimes, get seriously offbook for Act 2 tonight, and to look like a human being who cares what she looks like before I leave at eleven. All realistic goals, I think. I put on some soul-soothing Radiohead and I'm out to kick some ass and not let stress get me down. I did that last week and got a half dozen nosebleeds in return. Not so hot.
Oh, and I will report in about the show soon. There have been some oh-so-interesting developments, and I'll get into all of them at a later date.