thank you.

well, here i am

standing in the middle of a illinois…

flat land for miles

stretching east to new york,

stretching west to california,

south to flordia

and north to home.

a crossroads.

where will i go from here… do i really want to tour. i dont know. after music man came through, i really dont know if i could put up with a lot of the stuff they gotta deal with…

however, i did get a chance to talk to the head electrician, brian, while running followspot… he was tellin’ me a bit about livin’ in vegas, and workin’ for disney ice.

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its ironic … Rufus wainwright’s “Instant pleasure” just came on…

thank you winamp.

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so i wanna dance more now then i have in a long time… i’m not sure why but i think the semester really made me miss it… i miss the dancer life… right now i’m breaking in new tap shoes… they hurt like hell after an hour, and have given me a pretty raw spot on my heel, but somehow its okay. and last week when in jazz class, i quickly remembered how much i loved the jazz warmup… something about it is so spritually cleansing…. i think i might actually ask sean t. if i could get a burned cd of the warmup — so i can take that one with me…

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the thomas crowne affair is amazing. i love it. i just watched it tonight… soemthing about the beauty of art… in all forms… its all in there… even the art of stealing….

and of course… there is that concept of just throwing away everything you have and leaving…. starting over somewhere else…

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lets see, what else has gone on recently? in the neverending search for a meaningful relationship, two guys (both straight for once!) have crossed my mind in the past week… both will probably lead to nothing, although i’m not completely ready to let that take over yet. the older one is more lust based… he’s in my dance classes and something he did today gave me the impression that i could persue that if i wanted… the younger one, well i haven’t exactly figured out why i’m even considering him, and the fact that whatever it is is not a pure sexual attraction is really fuckin’ with me. (that was a lot of ‘is’s in a sentence).

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bah need to do homework now,, dont wanna… oi.