Well I am so hella ecstatic to pronounce that my first post of this oh so glorious new year shall be upbeat. That's a change, now isn't it? But damn, I'm already enjoying it. So don't bring me down. Dig?
It's like I'm turning my life around. A whole new start and all that jazz. So cliche. But anyway, worked things out with my bff. Learned from my mistakes and now I believe I'm a better person/our relationship will become a stronger one. My other bff I've had all through elementary school to now- well, things are working out with her too. My best guy friend seems to be back on that "you do matter to me" binge and I've kind of missed that. So all around friendship wise, things are...how to put this... delicious in an emotion way. School is okay. Dance for me starts back tonight which is exciting. I will be hurting like holy fuck tomorrow. It was weird last week because I would just be walking and my legs would start to ache. I think it's cause was the lack of activity to the muscles or something because it's happened before like at the beginning of summer. Since the rest of my life seems to be flowing smoothly, I am devoting way more time to dance. For the plain and simple reason I can. I mean heck, big recital is less than five months away and I so want to be the embodiment of perfection. So that means diet, exercise, focus. I've got it down pat, cat. There's some yoga class starting up on Thursdays this week and I wouldn't mind going. I feel it would be beneficial to my dance and it's on one of my non-dance days. Only problem is getting there. I shall beg I suppose. Oh and I got offered a job by one of my family friends at her law firm in evenings helping out. So maybe that will work out and solve the transportation dilemma for a while. My parnets as Jordan would say, will be more likely on board if that job is involved. But anyway ramble, ramble, ramble. That's me. And I like it that way. Dig?
Oh P.S. >(these don't happen often, so you might want to pay attention) I'm infatuated with Jimi Hendrix at the moment and now more than ever I feel the need to persuade you to go check his pure perfection out. Hendrix never dissapoints. As I sit here in my Hendrix shirt given to me by that oh so darling Michael Miller I used to call my own, I can say that with the utmost honesty. I was reading the Jimi Hendrix scrapbook the other day and there was a quote where he was telling of his long-haired times in Harlem where he'd walk down the street and ladies would say things like "Oh, is that black Jesus or something?" And I thought, hell maybe they were onto something. But anyway go and ExPeRiEnCe HeNdRiX!
P.S.S. > I can't wait until January 25. Rambo baby! I'll leave you with one final comment. Let the bodies hit the floor.
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