April 10, 2014

Hello World.

GOOD DAY.

Which is funny, because it started like normal. It was cold this morning, which was miserable. And when I got into school, it was the same people blah blah.

But we had an extended homeroom, so my friend and I drew on my boot some more with Sharpies in her homeroom. Plus, someone had their birthday, so I got some cake. I like cake. Especially at 9 in the morning…

My history teacher was in an unusually good mood. When my friend make the joke “Russia gives us stuff, so we are Putin up with him”, our teacher made a huge deal out of it and gave us all mints. (He gives us mints the same way you give a dog treats. He probably has to stop himself from crooning “good boy” and patting our heads). After that, it was and unusually hyper English class, and we managed to waste time by trooping into the other room to wish a popular (and HOT) senior Happy Birthday. Math sucked, but its fine because it always does. I did get a death glare from my teacher because my friend and I were laughing so hard we were crying (about absolutely nothing). If looks could kill…

Spanish was AWESOME. Bee was really conversational today, and he was also super touchy feely. I don’t know if it is because he is getting more comfortable with me or what…Whatever it is, I like it. We were in the Language Lab, which is a gigantic room with recording equipment so we can hear ourselves speak when we attempt to pronounce the vocab. It’s probably the most expensive room in the entire school…

Anyway, Bee and I came to the conclusion that the boys in the educational video we were being forced to watch were perpetually high. They constantly looked sleepy/chill, got excited over things like fire trucks, and are incapable of being normal in public. Our conversation was punctuated with interruptions in the form of our teacher, and to get my attention, Bee kept grabbing my knee. Bona fide electric shock when he touches me. He was feeling sick, and he told me to touch his forehead to check his temp. I was kind of like Dude, I’m not your mother, but also kind of psyched that I got to touch him. He definitely did not have a temp (I kept my hand there a bit longer than necessary, but I doubt he noticed). I seriously can’t handle…him. Just him. My brain goes “asdfdShgsvJSVhgaJGHVDKGAVDAVSKGVDasVSDvklv” around him.

Also, I think I’m making new friends! Since I got surgery, I can’t take gym, so the teachers kind of just leave me to rot in the library for an hour. But since right before that I have chemistry, and my friends have the class right after me, I just sit in on their AP Chem class. There’s a group of relatively preppy boys who I kind of know but not really who sit near me and my friends. My friends are friends with them, and I found out today that one of the boys (who I have never talked to in my life) knows my name. I was actually genuinely surprised, especially since I kind of had to struggle to remember his name, since we never talk.

I like making new friends. 🙂

I am also making FUDGE. Tonight. I haven’t made fudge since December, and I cannot wait.

Wild Dancer out.

April 9, 2014

Hello World.

I finished my choreography piece tonight! I’m pretty happy with it…it just needs a lot of cleaning, which we will do on Sunday. And…

The two dancers I asked to be in the piece? REAL LIFE ROMANCE! He asked her to prom and she said yes….I would just like to point out that I have called it. I knew they would be together since like 2011.

This puts my own single status into high relief though. I just can’t help but feel like I will be forever alone- the amount of friends I have who either don’t have a boyfriend or who recently had a boyfriend is dwindling. It’s slightly depressing. I just don’t know any boys well enough to be that person…the one they fall for. I seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The girls that get asked out were the boy’s closest friend, or longtime buddy, or this beautiful flirtfriend. I am NONE of those.

Although I know that there are plenty of years left ahead of me, I can’t help but see myself as a single 40 year old. Ugh. Oh well, I will just have to wait for Bee to be single. Sigh…

Wild Dancer out.

Free Ice Cream!

This is me, my friends, and my sister right after getting our FREE ice cream. I’m the second one from the right

April 8, 2014

Hello World.

I am going to NYC! Well, as long as the girl in my piece can go. But yeah, my mom made it happen. We are looking at a short-term rent apartment 30 min from the theater to stay in. I am so excited!

Bob continues to flirt. I can’t really help it- I flirt back. I feel kind of bad about that, but it is just flirting. It means nothing… or, at least I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just banter. But yeah- we were arm wrestling today, and he hurt my wrist (by accident), and he tried to “kiss it better”. I kind of giggled (and declined the offer). Then I was sketching on the back of his paper, and he started drawing on it…so I took his pencil. He threatened to tell our teacher, which prompted me to call him an overgrown five year old, and then he actually did tattle. But it was fine, because our teacher is cool, and didn’t actually care all that much.

Bee is quiet lately…I miss his conversation. It sucks when he doesn’t talk. I am not the best conversation starter, and he is fairly efficient at shutting down conversation when he’s not in a talking mood, so when he doesn’t want to talk, it basically means there is no way that he will be talking. UGH.

Best part of the day: Free Cone Day at Ben and Jerry’s. The line went down the street, but it was worth it. My sister, my two friends, and I all went and stood in line with all the preppy white kids who go to private school down the street. It was fun though…There was one thing that confused me. My friends and I were walking down the street with our ice cream, right next to the line. As we got to the end of the line, I made accidental eye contact with a cute Brown University student. Instead of just looking away, he nodded at me and was like “Was it worth it?” meaning waiting in line for the ice cream. I kind of lost the ability to speak English (as I said, he was cute), but managed to play it cool, and smiled and said “Oh, yeah”. But then he and his friends broke out laughing. Did I say something weird? Is there a joke I’m missing?

Wild Dancer out.

April 7, 2014

Hello World.

My life has been rather uneventful. Nothing has happened of any consequence. It’s boring-I don’t like it.

My dreams of winning the VKIBC choreography may not even get a chance. My mom is not sure if we can even go to NYC. Not only is it expensive (two, possibly three nights, plus meals), it is difficult to organize. Because of my little two year old brother, my mom can’t just go stay in NYC with us. She has to drag along the kid, and since he goes to bed at 6, she can’t chaperone us enough since the actual competition doesn’t start until 4:30 PM. I get it. Plus, there’s two girls and a boy- we can’t stay in the same room (although I think it would be fine, considering there is no chance of sexual ANYTHING, I do know all the parents would be vehemently opposed).

However, that being said, my mother is being Negative Nelly. To the max.

Every time I try to bring it up, all she talks about is how hard it will be, how stressful it is, how much she wants to do it, but its just SO MUCH. I’m dropping little subtle hints like “Well, I just don’t want to think negatively right now” and she’s all “Prepare yourself for us to not be able to go”. Seriously? Plus, any ideas are “just too much”.

This is a huge dream of mine, and it’s so frustrating that I get this far, overcome so many obstacles (get rehearsal room, replace a dancer, finish in time, get through the audition video thing), just to have to not go because its a hassle to go to NYC.

Ugh.

Wild Dancer out.

 

March 31, 2014

Hello World.

Before anything…

I FREAKING GOT FREAKING ACCEPTED TO GO TO NEW YORK WITH MY CHOREOGRAPHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah. I cried. I’m so beyond excited and nervous…but mostly excited. I’ve made it this far! It made my day.

Also, Bee was fake flirting with me today. I pretty much had a total heart attack. Bob was complaining about how girls always think he’s flirting with them, when he’s just being nice. I choked, because I’m pretty sure he’s been flirting with me all day. But more on that later. Anyway, Bee and I were trying to explain the difference. And let me tell you, while there are definitely differences, it’s hard to explain. So Bee was giving examples by pretending to flirt with me, and then showing how the flirty comment can be said in a non-flirty way. And yeah, I knew it was fake. But that doesn’t mean my heart didn’t skip a (several) beat. We actually did a fairly good job explaining it. We narrowed it down to a couple of differences: tone of voice, context, and body language. Bee gave me two different compliments: “I think your shirt is pretty” and “Nice shirt”. The first one is automatically more flirty because of the word “pretty” and the use of “I” and “your”. The second one is better because it is more casual and doesn’t suggest anything other than that they speaker is aware of the way the SHIRT looks….not the way the girl may look in the shirt.

Also, when body language and tone of voice are thrown in, both can seem flirty, but the first one is the better flirty one because the second one just kind of sounds creepy.

And yeah, I think Bob was actually flirting. He kept playing with my crutches…and then when he hit my bad leg (yeah he hit my leg -_-) and I told him that my ankle was hurting, he kept trying to “kiss it better”. Uhm…no.

So yeah. I’M GOING TO FREAKING NEW YORK!

Wild Dancer (choreographer!) out.

March 28, 2014

Hello World.

Its another day in bed for me after my post op in Boston.

Not fun.

They had to remove the drain in my ankle. In order for the drain to work, what it basically did was keep open a gaping hole in my ankle with a tube inserted into it. They had to pull it out. Now, I’m not a faint hearted person, and blood does not make me queasy. But the feeling of the tube sliding out of my ankle, and then the sting of the iodine swab made me…

Pass out. Like a 17th century WUSS, I almost passed out in the doctor’s office. Fortunately, according to the nurse, this is super common. They made me lie down and got me Gatorade that they keep in stock for people like me. So the only thing that was damaged was my pride. And that damage may take awhile to heal…

Anyway, I still feel a crap load of pain, but its manageable. I hate being bedridden….but it sure beats school. At least there is unlimited internet/reading time/sleeping time now.

At least I got a yummy Bertucci’s lunch out of it. PIZZAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wild Dancer out.

March 27, 2014

Hello World.

I got my surgery yesterday, and it has already been wayyy different from last time.

First off, I have boot on that I can’t take off until I go see the doctor again on Friday. This is for two reasons… one is I have a drain (ew) in my ankle to keep scar tissue from forming, and the other is a super high tech ice pack that they hooked up under the boot. It has hoses attached to it and a thermos that gets filled with ice and water. To make the ice pack cold, I have to squeeze a ball that whooshes the water into the ice pack. It actually feels really good. The problem with the boot? I have to sleep in it, which isn’t a picnic. Also, I CAN’T SHOWER. Until Friday, I am not allowed to shower. It’s seriously disgusting.

Second, I have SO MUCH pain. I had none from the last surgery, but this time is so bad. It woke me up at like 4:00 AM, and I had to call for my mom to get my pills. I hate taking drugs, because I always feel all woozy and dizzy, and I like having a sharp train of thought. I also, believe it or not, enjoy walking in a straight line.

Other than that though, I am in full recovery mode, and hoping I will be all ready for school on Monday. I was aiming for Friday, but I will have to go take the drain out, so I can’t. Oh well, my tests are going to have to wait.

On the plus side, all the male nurses were like frigging male models. I felt so gross without my makeup, and then to add to it there wasn’t one ugly nurse. Oh well, eye candy for my drugged up self about to enter the operating room. For some reason, all the nurses were telling me to pick out a nice dream for when I went under. I was like, everybody knows you don’t dream when you are knocked out. I just hope I didn’t say anything out loud!

Okay well my leg is falling asleep so I have to do something about it. Blah.

Wild Dancer out. 

March 24, 2014

Hello World.

I am an idiot. I just wrote out this entire post and then LEFT THE PAGE.

I really don’t have time to rewrite the entire thing, SO: highlights!!

BOSTON:

Garment District was awesome. I got three shirts, a skirt, and a silk dress for a total of $3.00.

Lots of hipster people! Fun to see non-Rhode Islanders because they actually put on outfits in the morning, not just yoga pants and Uggs.

Took a picture of my kick-ass outfit and posted it on Lookbook. Link:http://lookbook.nu/look/5984787-Sick-Of-It-All-Band-Tee-Dr-Martens-Vintage-Flower

Please hype it!! ^^

Lots of hole in the wall yummy restaurants…delicious burrito, strangely good cinnamon tea drink thing.

TODAY:

Bee had a hickey. Torn between laughing and crying….decided to laugh (at him) 🙂

97% on a History test!

90% on a Chemistry test!

Wayy too much homework. I have to go now…

Wild Dancer out.

March 20, 2014

Hello World.

I’m sorry. I realize my last post sucked. I was really not in the mood….but I’m definitely in a better mood today!

I fell again in soccer, which has made my knee swell up and bruise. It’s not very comfortable, but I figure that I have three more gym classes left until I get surgery and can’t play soccer anymore; might as well go for it while I can. I am pretty much addicted to the rush of adrenaline I get when I play. It makes my whole day better. I don’t know what I am going to do after my surgery when I am incapable of physical exercise. Get fat, most likely. Eat a lot. Wonder why I’m gaining weight. Repeat. That’s what I did last year…

Bee was not talkative today. My friend (the one who likes Bob) completely creeped both of them out, and so when she talks to me, Bee and Bob both refuse to join the conversation. It’s really annoying, because she’s not that bad, but she doesn’t have a filter. So when she thinks a compliment (like that she thinks Bob has pretty eyes), it just kind of spills out.

My choreography is so frustrating…I keep getting tangled in my intent and in movement. It’s really difficult to tell such an emotional story through movement. Especially when the two people are having difficulty establishing chemistry onstage. I need help with that, because I don’t know how to help them with that.

I have to go write an essay now. I have been procrastinating like crazy, and it is due tomorrow. Time to buckle down and write.

Wild Dancer out.