miss you...

"...feeling stupid and hollow now the moon is gonna follow me home."

on a friday...

roommate #1: what time are you done with classes today?
roommate #2: 10:45. what about you?
roommate #1: 12:40.
roommate #2: omg! you really do have a full five days!

.....

13 hours

i really wish i wasn't so expressive about my personal life. i'm really only embarrassing myself and boring others.
that being said, we're not going to discuss it.

i sometimes wish i was mediocre at dance. i'm in this awful position where i'm good, but not good enough to be noticed so i'm stuck in a limbo land of choreography. i feel like the only reason any choreographer ever uses me is because they already know me and they know how much i put into what i'm given. don't get me wrong, because the reason i do work so hard is because i am always thrilled at any opportunity to perform. i'm not going to sit around and gripe about not being in every single minute of every single piece. i've just hit a rough spot and it's hard to verbalize what i truly feel. so bear with me.

ha. the reason i started a new blog is because my old one was full of 14 year old dance related complaints. ick.

happy birthday!

me: what would you do if i dyed my
hair your color?
will: i would say "oh, cool...." and then get used to it in a week.

i love his absolute honesty to my ridiculous, hypothetical questions.

:)