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---so I'm looking into taking a ballet class at boston ballet (of nutcracker fame) in september. there are two semester classes-fall and spring and I really want to start dancing again so it is a start I suppose. I looked into taking irish step again- but the classes are 45 minutes away once every two weeks and that is just ridiculous!?!? I wonder if there is a tap dancing class- I flipping love tap.
after my run the other day I felt the exhaustion hit me- that wonderous feeling in your legs when you've pushed yourself and you get this exercise high and it made me miss my hardcore irish step days when I would spend all of Thursday night, Friday and Saturday dancing only to attend a competition on Sunday. There should be an adult version of those classes b/c I miss them and no other exercise- even running is not equivalent to the stamina and amazingness all of that took. I wonder if ms. pelaggi would let me use the dance studio I used to teach at? hmm
I've been on this crazy movie binge lately- I've upgraded my netflix membership to two at a time and my queue is overflowing. I haven't had a television in so long- its crazy how out of "the (warped) loop" you begin to feel. My pop culture vocab is dwindling....I feel addicted to ze cinema.
And its bizarre but I really want in to be like- November right now. I want a crisp day, and a long wooly sweater and skiing etc. I suppose I haven't really been hitting up the farmers markets + beaches lately (summer got old quick- and I'll always be pastey) and its easy to forget how much it sucks when it gets dark at 5p.m. I am grateful of course for all of the glorious summer fruits + vegetables- being a vegetarian is miserable in march when the source of everything is questionable...
so besides all of this my mother is driving me crazy- I've realized my siblings wanted me to move back here so I could take the heat off of them-now I get all of the crap while they run rampant around town. 7 days until I visit albany. it will be hard to drag myself back here. One month until I turn 22- august 9th-oh my! huh-I use this journal to procrastinate- I'm such a swell procrastinator. ---fireworks tonight, hanging out with miss. kristin reynolds this weekend and also figuring out my life- let's hope. and where have all my live journal buds gone? nobody updates- this place is a ghost town now..
after my run the other day I felt the exhaustion hit me- that wonderous feeling in your legs when you've pushed yourself and you get this exercise high and it made me miss my hardcore irish step days when I would spend all of Thursday night, Friday and Saturday dancing only to attend a competition on Sunday. There should be an adult version of those classes b/c I miss them and no other exercise- even running is not equivalent to the stamina and amazingness all of that took. I wonder if ms. pelaggi would let me use the dance studio I used to teach at? hmm
I've been on this crazy movie binge lately- I've upgraded my netflix membership to two at a time and my queue is overflowing. I haven't had a television in so long- its crazy how out of "the (warped) loop" you begin to feel. My pop culture vocab is dwindling....I feel addicted to ze cinema.
And its bizarre but I really want in to be like- November right now. I want a crisp day, and a long wooly sweater and skiing etc. I suppose I haven't really been hitting up the farmers markets + beaches lately (summer got old quick- and I'll always be pastey) and its easy to forget how much it sucks when it gets dark at 5p.m. I am grateful of course for all of the glorious summer fruits + vegetables- being a vegetarian is miserable in march when the source of everything is questionable...
so besides all of this my mother is driving me crazy- I've realized my siblings wanted me to move back here so I could take the heat off of them-now I get all of the crap while they run rampant around town. 7 days until I visit albany. it will be hard to drag myself back here. One month until I turn 22- august 9th-oh my! huh-I use this journal to procrastinate- I'm such a swell procrastinator. ---fireworks tonight, hanging out with miss. kristin reynolds this weekend and also figuring out my life- let's hope. and where have all my live journal buds gone? nobody updates- this place is a ghost town now..