Week 2

today marks the first day of Week 2 of the Florida Ballet Summer Dance Intensive. Mondays are always relatively easy, or at least are a break from the craziness that is the rest of the week. i had five classes: modern, ballet, pointe, repetoire, then pilates. pointe class was fun, mainly because we got to do hops, which i love, and only had to do single pirouettes and small amounts of center work. party on! i don't care if it was poor preparation for repetoire, it was a nice break from our usual pointe.

it's weird to drive in with Mrs. Byrd, the Artistic Director (Head Honcho kinda thing), not because she hates me or anything though. no, it's because we run out of things to talk about relatively fast. today, the discussion went something like this:

-how are you?
-how was your weekend?
-yes, i'm sunburned
-sunscreen these days.... gosh
-ohh, the new lanes are almost open on JTB
-shame on rude people who don't let others merge!
-are those MORE condos?
-the jail should be near the airport
-turning into the river would be a bad idea...
i think you get my point. small talk and i don't get along so well, which sucks at times like those. i mean, i know i've been riding with her for a week already, and should be at least semi-comfortable... but i am, which is the sad thing. if today's conversation was semi-comfortable, imagine the uncomfortable ones.... fabulous. yes, i suck at life, thank you.

okay, enough dance talk. i exactly help it though, since it takes up the majority of my time these days... humph.

what will i do tonight? as of now, my night looks rather bleak. my mom's outta town till Friday, however, so maybe things between my dad and i will just be more... relaxed? yeah, okay, that's probably wishful thinking, but i'll try my best. i haven't really spoken to Will yet, and i'm sure he'll wanna do something. ya know who i miss though? heather and allie, mainly. (sure, i miss chesty and christie and jennabee and michael and swaney and stacey and tori and pam and chris and everyone else, too, but those two are the only ones i see/talk to relatively often. haha.) maybe i'll call heather later? i would call allie, but unless she could drive with her new license (!) that she may or may not have, i doubt anything could happen with that. gaygaygaygay.

agh, my face is entirely too red for my liking. i just hope it doesn't peel...
that's all for now, i suppose. i need to finish my book and my grapes.

love.