Good morning
I’ve found myself inexplicably in love with Kanye West’s "Graduation" album. Just.. holy shit. It’s so good.
You know what’s beautiful? The whole wide world sometimes. I suppose it’s the onset of winter, but I’ve been so down recently… It’s nice to pull my head above water now and then.
Justin’s coming to town next friday. I am more excited than I can put into words.
So I’m working on all sorts of new dance projects… Attempting to finagle my way into Lynna’s Ballet II class, hoping to get a solo piece choreographed for auditions for various dance schools once I’m in (please let me be in) New York. Dance show is December 7, I think… It’s a lovely little thing to be a part of.
Speaking of things that it’s lovely to be a part of, I was in the Gazette’s Ghouls Gone Wild parade for Pseudodance/Nicole Moan. I wore a gorgeous corset and played with a bubble gun, as seen here:
Additionally, in the Halloween spirit we threw a "Mad Tea Party" themed party at which many of us shrunk, some of us grew, but all of us got drunk. I am presently still hungover from that little parade through wonderland, but it was well worth it. My costume was lovely, I’m sure eventually I’ll get around to uploading those pictures.
Today was Mikale’s birthday, and we celebrated a bit last night with singing and whatnot, and then more today with dinner at Sake, a japanese steakhouse right her in Nompton, which was lots of fun. It made us all an hour late to a debate meeting, which is really the best of all possible worlds.
UCO tournament is this weekend, which isn’t particularly a bastion of anticipation for me, but as of tomorrow I’ll be a week away from seeing him and just thinking of that makes the whole world a touch more bearable.
A recent bout of insomnia renders me awake at this lovely 2 in the morning, and I’m not certain it’s a change for the better. I still wake up at the same time, I just wake up exhausted. Lovely, right?
Oh, also, I worked at target for right about 2 days before quitting. Fuck work. Student loans are where it’s at.
I wonder what would happen if I posted an ad on craigslist looking for a pimp… Hmm.
November creates a chasm in my chest that’s filled by elation when I hear from him… Lovely, lovely world this is.