Processing...
Since March 7th 2008:
My beautiful cousin died suddenly
I got to know my sister a little better
Then found out she was moving to Miami
Was worried that I was losing a friendship
Finished my Junior year of College
kissed my boyfriend goodbye for 13 weeks
Went home and worked my ass off
My cousin Jesse got his third DUI(A felony)
Found out my Uncle(father of the cousin who died) has been having an affair, and consequently my Aunt Moved out of the house.
Arrived in NYC
danced at ABT
saw Avenue Q
Stood on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera House and looked out at a house that seats 4,000
danced at Steps on broadway
Questioned my decisions
Questioned my goals
Questioned my ability
Last night I found out one of my friend/acquaintances was stabbed to death leaving a club.
Stabbing is awfully violent. I was not close enough with him to be devastated. But close enough to be shocked and sad and...mourning the loss of another wonderful person whose presence I always aprreciated.
So here I am sitting on my bed at 123 Park Place next to a large black cat named Claws.
And I'm still coming away with that stupid cliche of living every day as if it were your last.
But hoping it isn't.
oof.
My beautiful cousin died suddenly
I got to know my sister a little better
Then found out she was moving to Miami
Was worried that I was losing a friendship
Finished my Junior year of College
kissed my boyfriend goodbye for 13 weeks
Went home and worked my ass off
My cousin Jesse got his third DUI(A felony)
Found out my Uncle(father of the cousin who died) has been having an affair, and consequently my Aunt Moved out of the house.
Arrived in NYC
danced at ABT
saw Avenue Q
Stood on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera House and looked out at a house that seats 4,000
danced at Steps on broadway
Questioned my decisions
Questioned my goals
Questioned my ability
Last night I found out one of my friend/acquaintances was stabbed to death leaving a club.
Stabbing is awfully violent. I was not close enough with him to be devastated. But close enough to be shocked and sad and...mourning the loss of another wonderful person whose presence I always aprreciated.
So here I am sitting on my bed at 123 Park Place next to a large black cat named Claws.
And I'm still coming away with that stupid cliche of living every day as if it were your last.
But hoping it isn't.
oof.