So my favourite choker and my cassette tape necklace are at my ex-boyfriend’s house. I don’t think I’ll ever get them back, either, because he’s avoiding me. Ah, children : ) Dude, I just want my shit back.
Yes, I think I may actually go out and do something tonight. I just figured I’d blog first, because I love blog. I love blog almost as much as I love lamp.
Last night, I bought some stuff:
1. Envelopes
2. Notecards
3. Batteries
4. Chocolate
5. Birthday cards
Then I came home and worked on some stuff:
1. Research paper
2. Homework
3. College applications
4. Scholarship applications
My mum and her friend made fun of me because I’m a nerd.
But before I bought my crap, I went to a rich people party. Socialites are funny. I made fun of them and they never realized it. It’s like highschool, except 40 years older. I did the rich people laugh, with the hand thing. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. There was a champaigne fountain. *drools* And they had Budweiser on tap. Lots of cheese too…
Jared wants my crazy shaped cheese knife.
I can’t read Zephyr’s blog and that saddens me. I wonder how her weekend is going. Very busy girl : )
I got a bunch of new scrubs. woot.
A funny thing about highschool:
Okay, just about everybody gets “Senior Pictures” (kind of a silly idea) and of course, professional pictures are pretty expensive. Well, these girls to whom I never talk come up and ask, “Hey, do you want a picture of me?” or even worse “Can I have a picture of you?” What the hell am I going to do with a picture of you, and vice versa? wtf, mate? I don’t understand.
So this morning, Nancy comes to take class with us. She elicits terror in each of our little dancer toes. She used to teach us about 5 years ago, before she moved to Memphis. She’s tough. Hardcore. A ballet drill sargeant. Of course, she wasn’t teaching, so all I was worried about was if she was going to say something about my body. (EVERYONE is fat. Apparently.) Well, when we were stretching, she went around and sat on everyone’s back (it helps the stretch) except mine. In the dressing room, everyone was complaining about it, and I’m like, “hello, I’d be freaking honoured if she sat on my back.” When it comes to dance instructors, and many college professors, they pick on who they want to succeed. Even when she taught us, she never even looked at me. She always critiqued Leah and Erik, because they were the best, and they were looking for a career in dance. Emily told me, “She just didn’t do anything to you because you’re the most flexible in the class and didn’t really need it.” I would have taken that if I didn’t know her. Even though I can get my freaking legs behind my head and scare small children with my flexibility, nothing is ever good enough. That’s not really just her, that’s just a dancer’s mindset. We’re all self- defeaters. But especailly Nancy.
Just for the record, Hargrove is the second most hardcore instructor I’ve ever had. At Steps in NYC, there was this Russian woman with hairy armpits and a stick that she pounded on the floor and hit my ass with while saying, “tuck eet een! tuck eet een!” She made me cry. I hated Steps. I was about 5 feet tall and 85 pounds, and I was still the fattest one in the class.
So maybe I’ll find something to do tonight.
Oh yeah, John called me today to tell me he was at a family reunion… okay…