You're like...the cheese to my macaroni.

Things which occurred today...in no particular order:

- Com 2.
-this is a semi-interesting semi-notsomuch class. We discussed two poems. I wish the class was more talkative so, I wouldn't feel more compelled to actually speak...which I try my best not to...but, I have thoughts in my head. Contrary to popular belief, my brain is not all fluff and lipgloss. But, I can't get myself to say anything. It's that darn shy disposition my brain clings onto. I have strayed away from it so much since my younger days, but, ever too often, I go running back into the arms of the shyness that wants to hold me and never let go.

That was like...personification.

Nice.

-Speech
-my teacher is the best teacher...ever. She is absolutely hysterically funny. I just sit in my seat and laugh. I mean, what better way to spend 75 minutes of my life?

-I ate a lot, of course.

-I went to tap class. My teacher loves me. I have no idea why. I look at myself in the mirror as I go off in random splurts of time steps and I see an awkward AWKWARD girl who looks absolutely ridiculous. However, my teacher thinks I'm great. She's amazed at how much I practice and how much I improve so quickly (WHAT?!?!?) But, yeah, so, that's a work out. My legs ache and sweat is running down me like Niagra Falls (simile).

-Jazz class.

-can I just say that I LOVE jazz class! It's so much fun!! However, too many required sit-ups and push ups. My body hurts like a MOFO. We had to pretend we were children and run across the dance floor and randomly JUMP...like splits jump...except I can't do that and I looked like a complete moron.


I give you permission to imagine that in your head for comedic purposes.

February is kinda near. That means trip to Birmingham to audition (and see CHELSEA!!! :):):):):) ) AND that means...Valentine's Day...which always makes me want to cut my wrists...and, that means...CHICAGO!!! <----DING DING DING YAYY!!! Chicago means AUDITION(SCARY AS HECK), THE CITY, aunt/cousin, vaca with momma, my buddy Clark, I WISH OPRAH, a SHOW MAYBE?!?!, SIGHTSEEING...and so much other happiness. My heart is happy.

Yeah.

Okay, I have to study...ew. Sick. Whaaaa. lame.