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...hmm, what to I really have to say?
I got the project outline from BC today, I hate to admit how excited I am about it. I should really start writing my grant application soon. I'm supposed to go out in November.
To Do:
-Write grant
-Get membership to the Y (I'm so excited to start swimming!)
-Start taking classes again
I WAS SUPPOSED TO RETIRE FROM DANCE THIS YEAR. Hahaha. ps. I'm 25.
The idea of the project is kind of dark- loss of family, loss or self, and an inability to recognize your own life. We've all been there, but how do YOU cope when you can't recognize what you're doing anymore? Care to share? I'd love some investigatory feedback.
OH. Another "to do". I got a job at a local restaurant, they have me on almost 7 days a week...how do I tell them that I'm available 2 days a week (and I mean days, not evenings), plus maybe 1 evening come the fall? They're desperate for staff, and will give me whatever I want. Plus the money's good. But I'm a DANCER, DAMMIT (she said in a dramatic, Sean Connery-style baritone). And I will be damned if I become a career server. Fuck that noise.
Okay. Dishes. Bank. Swimming. Work. Work. In that order.
...Seriously. If you have any feedback, I'd really love to hear it. You can message me anonymously, if you like.
I got the project outline from BC today, I hate to admit how excited I am about it. I should really start writing my grant application soon. I'm supposed to go out in November.
To Do:
-Write grant
-Get membership to the Y (I'm so excited to start swimming!)
-Start taking classes again
I WAS SUPPOSED TO RETIRE FROM DANCE THIS YEAR. Hahaha. ps. I'm 25.
The idea of the project is kind of dark- loss of family, loss or self, and an inability to recognize your own life. We've all been there, but how do YOU cope when you can't recognize what you're doing anymore? Care to share? I'd love some investigatory feedback.
OH. Another "to do". I got a job at a local restaurant, they have me on almost 7 days a week...how do I tell them that I'm available 2 days a week (and I mean days, not evenings), plus maybe 1 evening come the fall? They're desperate for staff, and will give me whatever I want. Plus the money's good. But I'm a DANCER, DAMMIT (she said in a dramatic, Sean Connery-style baritone). And I will be damned if I become a career server. Fuck that noise.
Okay. Dishes. Bank. Swimming. Work. Work. In that order.
...Seriously. If you have any feedback, I'd really love to hear it. You can message me anonymously, if you like.