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it's funny to notice when i feel drawn towards writing in here and when i'd rather just write privately or not at all. it seems livejournal is a sucker for woe and sorrow, more than any sort of thought-out reflection. but anyway, life has been mosying along rather smoothly, and i can safely call myself content. my classes interest me more this quarter than i think they have any other. literature is wonderful. it's like psychology and history and art all mixed into nice tidy stories--well, that is of course in exception of this herman melville shit i'm trying to get through right now.
i'm taking 2 dance classes now, instead of three: jazz and african. i got rid of modern due to time constraints. they are so much fun! i didn't realize how out of balance my life was without any form of expression, not to mention the neglect of my physicality.
yesterday i went to the workers strike. it was really cool. i love it when people get together like that to help one another. there are few things that i find more beautiful. speaking of beauty, this day is gorgeous, and who knows where it will take me.....
i'm taking 2 dance classes now, instead of three: jazz and african. i got rid of modern due to time constraints. they are so much fun! i didn't realize how out of balance my life was without any form of expression, not to mention the neglect of my physicality.
yesterday i went to the workers strike. it was really cool. i love it when people get together like that to help one another. there are few things that i find more beautiful. speaking of beauty, this day is gorgeous, and who knows where it will take me.....