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my head is pretty much going to explode right now. finals week is kind of like falling into the bermuda triangle. my hottie lit professor liked my proposal for my term paper, so thats good but the real problem lies in the fact that since he likes the idea he will probably expect some level of greatness, which is something i am completely unable to produce.
i'm totally ditching makeup class right now to take my sister and her stinky friends to see the chariot later for her birthday. it doesn't really matter since...well, since i hate the class. i'm going to stop by to turn in my morgue, but thats about it.
the newspaper meetings were moved to fridays so i can take tap II next semester. i'll be taking intermediate (demi-pointe) ballet, tap I and II, jazz II, pilates, italian, and british literature.
i hate dave's circle of shame. i can do anything we have to when we aren't in the circle. there is something about everyone else in the class staring at me, waiting for me to fuck up so they can whisper snide comments back and forth that makes me forget everything i've ever known about tap. i'm not saying that out of paranoia and self-loathing, i'm saying it because of what happened at the dance concert. and since all of you, my faithful readers, were not backstage with me, i will tell you. in short, a fellow tap one-er passed by a group of girls talking about our class and how our dance was only fun to watch because of how awful some of us are and made other comments that aren't worth mentioning. i don't know why dancers are so snippy and rude, and i also don't know what happened to the sense of comradery..i mean shit, hate on the other tap class, not people that are in the same piece as you.
being so busy and stressed out makes me insanely overemotional, lack of sleep and never having a dull moment is wearing on me. sometimes there are nice breaks to the hecticness, but meh. at least i'll get a decent mini-vacation this weekend.
morgue is due today, photoshoot with leslie tomorrow, tap evaluations and reflections are due thursday, lit paper is due monday, tap and makeup finals are tuesday....and then it will all be over. until next time.
i'm totally ditching makeup class right now to take my sister and her stinky friends to see the chariot later for her birthday. it doesn't really matter since...well, since i hate the class. i'm going to stop by to turn in my morgue, but thats about it.
the newspaper meetings were moved to fridays so i can take tap II next semester. i'll be taking intermediate (demi-pointe) ballet, tap I and II, jazz II, pilates, italian, and british literature.
i hate dave's circle of shame. i can do anything we have to when we aren't in the circle. there is something about everyone else in the class staring at me, waiting for me to fuck up so they can whisper snide comments back and forth that makes me forget everything i've ever known about tap. i'm not saying that out of paranoia and self-loathing, i'm saying it because of what happened at the dance concert. and since all of you, my faithful readers, were not backstage with me, i will tell you. in short, a fellow tap one-er passed by a group of girls talking about our class and how our dance was only fun to watch because of how awful some of us are and made other comments that aren't worth mentioning. i don't know why dancers are so snippy and rude, and i also don't know what happened to the sense of comradery..i mean shit, hate on the other tap class, not people that are in the same piece as you.
being so busy and stressed out makes me insanely overemotional, lack of sleep and never having a dull moment is wearing on me. sometimes there are nice breaks to the hecticness, but meh. at least i'll get a decent mini-vacation this weekend.
morgue is due today, photoshoot with leslie tomorrow, tap evaluations and reflections are due thursday, lit paper is due monday, tap and makeup finals are tuesday....and then it will all be over. until next time.