Climbing rungs.

Things are looking up in most areas of my life.  I think my disasters in the past few weeks have been the "Things get worse before they get better".

So… Yesterday I woke up and couldn’t find my pants.  Pretty funny.  I’ll do that every once in a while.  Find my pants on the floor.  I’m a violent sleeper, probably due to my acid dreams.  I can only imagine me trying to fight off demons with my pants though, lol.
*Flings her pants wildly over her head*  GET BACK DEMONSPAWN! 
HAHAHA!

Yep.

I have an audition this Saturday for a modern company… they’re looking for dancers to perform in Honduras for several days this summer.  Should be fun. 
I’m still REALLY tired though.  My body is going to take a while to recover.  Sigh.

Kelly’s staying in the USMC.  Only God really knows why.  Well, I lie- mostly because I told him I wasn’t going to move out to LA and wanted to go on cruises first, tour the world for a while (before I settle down).  So I believe he’s getting back at me since he knew I didn’t want him to stay in. 
Most of the time males are just so easy to read.  : /
The only problem is that him staying in the MC is ridiculously stupid.  He doesn’t do jack shit and it sucks the life out of him.  I’ll be flat honest- I don’t think I can handle him suicidal for at least the next 2 and a half years until he gets out. 
His moods already threatened to ruin my day (me being as bipolar as I am at the moment) because he was like, "I thought you’d be happy I stayed in!" even though I’ve only been telling him for the past few months that he needs to get out. 
He’s just upset.  Understandable.  But I can’t engage in that right now…

I am on my way UP out of a really deep hole and I don’t want to go back DOWN.  *Nod*

Friday I need to initiate my passport… and get back to badgering my cruise line to put me out.

I believe that if I spend time out in the real world, working, getting to know more people, growing up away from my parents and the stifling studio environment… that my interest and my love for dance will rekindle. 
And then I will have more money saved up as well as nifty jobs to put on my resume! 
SO!  With that said… Hasta la vista baby! 

INMATE

Wearing::  Cut-off sweatpants with one leg rolled all the way up, blue/white halter with white Dagwood jacket.
Last ate::  Ham sandwich and half a hot chocolare pop-tart.
Feeling::  Drained but happy.

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January 31, 2008

Good luck with the audition!

January 31, 2008

you can do it!

January 31, 2008

oh btw, sometimes i wake up without my pants either. one time i woke up and i was half pantsed. so i’ve pretty much decided to sleep pantsless from now on because its kind of freaky when i wake up and i’m like wait, wtf what? didnt i have pants?? AHH

January 31, 2008

Seeing your spirit rebound is marvelous. Like a shuttle taking off from Cape Canaveral.

January 31, 2008

Ooh, good luck with the audition! I’d say “break a leg” if it wasn’t such a morbid thing to say to a dancer… =P So I’ll just leave it with “good luck”. =)

Good luck on the audition and hooray for feeling a least a little better. 🙂

January 31, 2008

Exciting about the audition. So glad that dark hole is to the side of you and not in front of you any more. Big hugs!!! =)

February 1, 2008

Thank you:).

February 18, 2008

You shouldn’t look at dancing as “a job”. The word “job” to me, is a negative annotation. A “job” is something we do because we have to. A “career” is something we do because we LOVE IT. You LOVE to dance. Don’t do it for a job, do it because you love it. On your resume, put your dance experiences. Unfortunately, I can’t explain it so clearly in this medium, but hope you understand what I’m saying