prostituting my thoughts i guess
ahh. where to start.
well i got a job! back to plan A : working at dance- administrative stuff though, 10 bucks an hour for hardly doing anything, and then teaching at night.
still going into the city every week. i can hardly move from yesterday. i took 4 classes back to back- for a total of 6 hours of professional dancing, so today i fully intend on doing absolutely nothing at all.
i've been babysitting a lot, oops, i mean, i've been babysitting a great deal. ( i hate you kopple). it is my firm belief that babysitting is the best job in the world. for one thing, i absolutely love kids. they're so much cooler than adults, they fail in comparison. secondly, you get paid 15 bucks an hour for eating pizza and watching movies and stretching ( i babysit my dance students). i babysat last night after getting home from the city from 6 until 2 in the morning and made 100 bucks. it was pretty awesome.
i've also realized a few things. i can't expect anyone to like me until i like myself. i'm so obnoxious. people compliment me all the time, and i just say"omg no i'm so ______" ( fat, ugly, etc.) that's got to be annoying. the only person who has ever made me feel really beautiful as nick has. (nick #2 that is.) or did we decide that he deserves to be nick #1? lol i forget. he's the only one who has ever really made me feel like i was something special, well, with the exception of a certain classical guitar player, but that was all an act, so it really doesn't count. wow. that was one large babble. the major idea there was that i'm crazy about this kid. i think. yes, i am.
i was supposed to go out there next week for 2 weeks, but i think i'm going to have to go after august 9th because from the 3rd to the 9th i have a dance intensive for comp that i absolutely cannot miss. so, that kinda sucks. :-(
and i've completely stopped caring entirely about what people think about me. i know that's what i said last year when i went through my whole wannabe punk stage, when in actuality the reason for all that was that i cared too much about what people thought about me, and i wanted to prove to everyone that i was different, when i really wasn't. oh well.
it's funny though. sophomore year i wanted nothing more than to go back to freshman year. and now that junior year is over i want nothin more than to go back to sophomore year. hmm.
i denied Deerfield of my presence, lol. it's senior year. you're supposed to be with your friends, not starting new. that's what college is for, n'est pas?
i've also got this wierd looking spider bite on my ankle. and how do i know that it's a spider bite? because my house is INFESTED. i swear. it makes me very grumpy.
well, it was nice babbling to you, but i think i'm so go on with my plan of doing absolutely nothing now.
post! gimme some love! <3
:-D
well i got a job! back to plan A : working at dance- administrative stuff though, 10 bucks an hour for hardly doing anything, and then teaching at night.
still going into the city every week. i can hardly move from yesterday. i took 4 classes back to back- for a total of 6 hours of professional dancing, so today i fully intend on doing absolutely nothing at all.
i've been babysitting a lot, oops, i mean, i've been babysitting a great deal. ( i hate you kopple). it is my firm belief that babysitting is the best job in the world. for one thing, i absolutely love kids. they're so much cooler than adults, they fail in comparison. secondly, you get paid 15 bucks an hour for eating pizza and watching movies and stretching ( i babysit my dance students). i babysat last night after getting home from the city from 6 until 2 in the morning and made 100 bucks. it was pretty awesome.
i've also realized a few things. i can't expect anyone to like me until i like myself. i'm so obnoxious. people compliment me all the time, and i just say"omg no i'm so ______" ( fat, ugly, etc.) that's got to be annoying. the only person who has ever made me feel really beautiful as nick has. (nick #2 that is.) or did we decide that he deserves to be nick #1? lol i forget. he's the only one who has ever really made me feel like i was something special, well, with the exception of a certain classical guitar player, but that was all an act, so it really doesn't count. wow. that was one large babble. the major idea there was that i'm crazy about this kid. i think. yes, i am.
i was supposed to go out there next week for 2 weeks, but i think i'm going to have to go after august 9th because from the 3rd to the 9th i have a dance intensive for comp that i absolutely cannot miss. so, that kinda sucks. :-(
and i've completely stopped caring entirely about what people think about me. i know that's what i said last year when i went through my whole wannabe punk stage, when in actuality the reason for all that was that i cared too much about what people thought about me, and i wanted to prove to everyone that i was different, when i really wasn't. oh well.
it's funny though. sophomore year i wanted nothing more than to go back to freshman year. and now that junior year is over i want nothin more than to go back to sophomore year. hmm.
i denied Deerfield of my presence, lol. it's senior year. you're supposed to be with your friends, not starting new. that's what college is for, n'est pas?
i've also got this wierd looking spider bite on my ankle. and how do i know that it's a spider bite? because my house is INFESTED. i swear. it makes me very grumpy.
well, it was nice babbling to you, but i think i'm so go on with my plan of doing absolutely nothing now.
post! gimme some love! <3
:-D