one of the great secrets in life

have you ever heard the expression "if you want something enough, you'll get it?"

yeah, well that's a bunch of shit.







just thought i'd share.

just another manic monday...

i have finally discovered that blogspot is NOT blocked at school. how amazing. i'm currently sitting in english, reading about JD Salinger, author of Catcher in the Rye. well anyways, as you can tell from the title of this post, i hate mondays. hate hate hate hate hate. they are just awful. i have three classes in a row, which sucks to begin with, and they're all the classes i dislike the most. and probably the ones i'm failing. of course i'm probably failing everything, but what else is new? it doesn't matter anyway, i'm just concentrating on passing for the year so that i don't have to go to summer school again. i really don't care about getting good grades.

there i said it.








I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY GRADES.
i don't!


the end.

dance.

today, while going to county ballet to get shoes for the first time in over a year, i realized something. i really miss dance. so badly that it hurts.

i miss coming home from a hard class and passing out on the couch.
i miss teaching the little ones.
i miss choreographing.
i miss corrections.
i miss doing splits on the bar.
i miss buying new shoes.
i miss cut off shirts.
i miss pointe, and all the pain that comes with it.
i miss putting my hair into a bun.
i miss convertible tights.
i miss ace bandages.
i miss living and breathing dance.
i miss talking about nothing but dance.
i miss my dance friends.
i miss dance jokes.
i miss revelations.
i miss waltz turns.
i miss dance camp.
i miss icyhot.
i miss my knee problems.
i miss being known as "the dancer" in school.
i miss french terminology.
i miss that feeling you get right before you go onstage.
i miss that split second before it's your turn to go across the floor.
i miss floor bar.
i miss ballet arms.
i miss classical music.
i miss développés.
i miss not being able to wash off all the stage makeup.
i miss all day rehearsals.
i miss leotards.
i miss tour jetés.
i miss calling tour jetés "torrey-tays".
i miss clapping for people who fall on their butts.
i miss marley floors.
i miss duct-taping and jet-gluing shoes.
i miss taping my toes.
i miss legwarmers.
i miss mismatched clothing.
i miss the vegetable game.
i miss running warmup.
i miss warmups in general.
i miss curtain calls.


i miss being able to have had a horrible day where nothing went right, and just dancing my heart out. and it making my whole day better.