Meh.

I love how the teachers give us extra homework for our day off. Thanks for the break, darlings. We love you too.

I have a headache, I didn't sleep late, I have tons of homework, and I have to go dance in an hour and be subjected to the wrath of a pregnant and reeling-from-her-last-cat-fight choreographer. If she's quite pissed, she'll do the whole thing where she starts the music, stops it for a minute imperfection, yells, starts it over again, stops it again, wash, rinse, repeat. This is not my idea of a day off. I could sleep for about 10 more hours right now.

I just acted out my own episode of Jackass. My sister pushed me down a hill in my grandpa's wheelchair and I smacked into a tree. It was lots of fun until the evil sticky things stuck me through my socks.

Sammie wrote that the only thing that keeps her going is curiosity. I don't even have that. I can't get excited about anything. I'm terribly languid lately. Work work work, nose to the grindstone, can't stop, can't have fun, have to work. Cloudy eyes, trying to keep them open, learning about numbers and formulas and chemicals and cells, only to regurgitate and forget. Working my arse off for borderline grades. I think that when you miss out on real fun for a prolonged period of time, it affects how much you can enjoy in an actual fun situation. I shouldn't be falling asleep at the Atlanta Ballet.

Time for a Diet Coke and Advil cocktail and some slave labor. It feels like Christmas at the studio. I'm so ready for Christmas.

2003-11-04 @ 4:45 p.m.

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