I'm not supposed to post about my personal life.

Women Studies came at the right time. Combine that with Video Art and I've got myself quite a project. Engaging the viewer. Beauty. Maneuvering the audience. Feminism. Minimalism. Breaking stereotypes. Formalism. Good stuff after only one day. I have some dancing to do.

My body aches from ballet this morning. I'm sick with a cold. Maybe sick with a serious illness. Who knows... too much is going on with my body to tell.

I'm supposed to writing an autobiography to share, so I'm thinking I have to have something hidden on the internet somewhere to submit. I don't want to write something new. My thoughts are already too nostalgic. If she wants something raw, then that's what she gets.

My mom forgot to call me back this evening. Kind of like how I forgot to call HER back. Funny how that works. She not the only disappointing one. Sometimes I wanna ask everybody, "Is this how I treat you?" because honestly I don't even pay enough attention. Maybe nobody is paying enough attention. Should I even blame them?

Elevator chats.

A lot of times in movies that take place in any big city, there always happen to be scenes going up and down elevators with usually only two people inside. The situation is always a fumbling one. He has laundry detergent in one hand. She has a bag of groceries. "What are you up to?" "Laundry." (she nods) "Oh, me? Shopping." Some awful comment follows and one of them leaves.

It's the same in real life.

I haven't posted in months. Winter quarter was a brutal one, and these past few weeks have been especially interesting. I've been on quests on stage and off- seeking out recommendation letters and (eek) theatre kissing. Barely making it through long essays and exams. Two more days and I'm home.

It's a much needed break.

When I come back to Columbus, I will dive into five days of ballet a week, intense rep rehearsals, and the beginning of new innovative thought. Until then! (or maybe before)