Irrelevent Stuff.

Last night I found an efficient way to see which posts have comments on them. Of all 38 (soon to be 39) posts, I have 2 comments. One is an anonymous individual advising me not to announce that I pirate movies. One is an anonymous individual calling me an idiot.

'Scuttlebutt' is a bigger success than I could have imagined!

Thank you to all anonymous individuals who made this happen.

Le sigh... This weekend, I was planning to go to Mexico with a volunteer group to build houses (I'm not joking, contrary to what I usually do about these sorts of things)... but then I remembered the dance show was this weekend so now I can't go. I'm pissed. I love dancing-- PASSIONATELY-- but I was also looking forward to the experience of building usable homes for a family that would be eternally grateful. It would be far more enriching, I would be far tanner, and I would have far more to talk about in scholarships inquiring about my community service. BUILDING HOUSES. Damn it!

Since there's nothing I can do about this situation, I am going to let it go and focus on what I can control: like dancing my heart out. We had our first technical rehearsal today, and it was fun. Seeing the advanced dancers (Dance III) be able to do so many things with their body makes me both jealous of and intimidated by them... but I'm sure most of them believe that already. I have some friends in Dance III, but others have that delightful dancer complex, where they strut around and assume since I'm a lowly Dance II dancer that I don't deserve to breathe the same air as they do. Which is a boldfaced lie. I'll breathe whatever air I want! EVEN Dancer-air.



Dear Diary,

Today I learned how to use a flash drive. You stick it in the computer, put the stuff you want into it, and then remove it from the computer. Huh! Fancy that.

-J-Mil

Ooohooo... it's 10:19pm. I usually go to bed at 10. Why the rebellion against self-inflicted curfew? Because, honestly, there is nothing left to do in any of my classes. Tests are over. I have no finals or anything like that. We are literally doing NOTHING for the next 5 weeks. Might as well burn the midnight oil.



I'm realizing that I have been far too giving with my pants. Everyone keeps needing a pair of pants, and I keep lending them out... and now I can't seem to find pants when I need them. The sisterhood of the traveling pants stops HERE.

Jai ho!