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)