get your money up
you gotta throw something bigger than a hundred bucks
ecstatic-- class today was a cross between reggae and girls' hip hop and i ate it up like candy. for once i didn't hold back; on monday fred'd asked why i wasn't panting after open studio, but at the end of today's class i couldn't speak without hearing a tremble in my voice. i rather think i messed up the video, though, especially since i unintentionally whacked myself in the eye just before the last run and danced that with my contact lens misplaced somewhere on my sclera and streaming tears like summer rain. still felt goddamn hell of a good-- what a way to end, since she's going to broadway till november and i'm swanning off to sweden till january. no alex for me :( the rest of the class gets him, though.
i need to go for trinity's classes again! after three weeks of no trinity my back has become as stiff as a plank of wood.
and does no one else think that this is just outrageously gaga:
go to 3.03 to skip the posturing, and please ignore the britney tagged on to the end
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1) selfishness isn't always a bad thing. it's a selfish mantra, but sometimes the world is too large and life too short to care about what other people think. please yourself. mistakes, mis-steps-- lessons learnt.
the heart is stronger than you think/ things get better, through whatever
2) for all that emotions can be awful i'd take them over emotional extinction everyday. the highs-- like the high i rode on today, after dance-- more than make up for the lows, and sometimes i wonder if i don't like the lows too. (what travails went into the making of blake's songs of experience? as opposed to his plebian untainted songs of innocence?)
and besides, without the lows, how could you be my gloomy-weather friend, eh. *hug*
3) don't be a faithful sidekick. be a star in your own right.
at some point you wonder-- didn't robin ever want to kill batman for being such a dickhead?
4) people if you're going to get separated one hour after registering your marriage seriously why even bother. over ten freaking dollars, no less. spare me, and a whole host of other people's valuable billable hours.
5) good luck to michelle (ong) for khorale, and to michelle (poon) for jap!
6) and get well soon people. don't be sickos.
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Allow me, then, to elucidate: Countries all have different weather, but they all have weather of some sort, architecture of some sort, a disposition toward burping at the dinner table that regards it as flattering or rude. Hence, I had begun to attend less to whether one was expected to leave one's sandals at the door in Morocco than to the constant that, wherever I was, its culture would have a custom about shoes. It seemed a great deal of trouble to go to-- checking baggage, adapting to new time zones-- only to remain stuck on the old weather-shoes continuum; the continuum itself had come to feel like a location of sorts, thereby landing me relentlessly in the same place.
travel, eh. hur.
In the particular dwells the tawdry. In the conceptual dwells the grand, the transcendant, the everlasting. Earthly countries and single malignant little boys can go to hell; the idea of countries and the idea of sons triumph for eternity.
-- lionel shriver, we need to talk about kevin