Grumbles and Maybes

I'm hungry. This morning I ate two corn-muffins with honey. A couple chocolate-covered espresso beans. For lunch I drank a 180-calorie strawberry lemonade. Dinner might be applesauce. I've got to be backstage in an hour to work on a gift for Eran. (ze choreographer) Better start on my hair soon. (Curly pigtails) (Also, second to last kiss tonight. bah.)

I love Miranda July. Thought I would proclaim that to the internet world. She is... perfect. I want to write her a letter. I probably will. There's a slim chance she might write back. Even though she's a pretty famous artist, you never know. She might even like me! She might make all my wildest dreams come true!

"What's confusing about [being a feminist]? It's just being pro-your ability to do what you need to do. It doesn't mean you don't love your boyfriend or whatever...When I say 'feminist', I mean that in the most complex, interesting, exciting way!"

You go sister. I think I might be Miranda July's definition of a feminist.

Let your day be golden

Right now I'm skipping class, because frankly I'm not ready for the week to start. It's surreal that Dance Downtown has commenced-not to mention I'll only be in Columbus for four more weeks. My sophomore year of college is nearing its end. The summer's wide open though.

I want to read books and work a nice job and acquire a gym membership. Maybe jog with the dog. Go on quests? House a few visitors? (winkwink) Crossing my fingers that this comes soon, since I still have a lot of work coming my way. For now I'll munch on more chocolate covered espresso beans. (I hear it aids pink-eye recovery...)