May 01, 2006 18:16
Gosh, I had 15 missed calls from Beatriz (the photographer for dance), and 5 messages all saying the same thing. Shut the fuck up and leave me alone.
I just got back from California. I hate flying to Newark (I'm so positive right now).
The house is cute. My mom was trying to show me the "filth" on the sparkling white tiles. I love my siblings.
The audition... so, I made it to the last 10 people - 5 females, 5 males.... but then I got cut. The artistic director said he doesn't accept people on their first audition... it's usually the second or third. So, I'll try again some day. I wasn't ready to move to LA anyway, but the space is awesome as is the company and what they do.
Now I'm back. I have to call Beatriz... fucking whore. The STREB performances are this weekend and next Friday. I can't wait. I miss Justin. He's my favorite person ever.
I should really go unpack and go to the gym.
Oh, one more thing... 20 years into my life - I have finally mastered holding a handstand. I could stay upside down all day now. It's the most amazing feeling EVER.