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Meow I have been called 'kitten' twice by two different people within the past day or so. I rather like it. So of course, this occasion calls for the cat ears Sammie got me.Politics, politics, dancer politics. I hate it. I walked into class today ready to dance, a RARE feeling on my part, and walked out ready to bite somebody's head off. We sat around for most of the rehearsal, watching--well, I guess I shouldn't say her name. Let's just call her BitchFace--Watching BitchFace be highlighted in a group of 4. The other 3 are in Company I. BitchFace is barely in Company II, she has a bum knee, she hasn't been coming to rehearsals, she just learned the choreography today, she dances like a cheerleader, and she's got a horrible ego that was just fed a six course steak dinner. With her freak poodle stage-mother watching. And we sat. And we watched. And we didn't even break a sweat. I understand the dance. I understand the way he's set it up; he wants to showcase a few people, they're the picture, we're the frame. Fine. I couldn't care less if I got to be front and center. But BitchFace is no fucking picture. Trav doesn't know anything about us, our ages, our egos, what company we're in, but come on. I'm not exaggerating when I say that she looks like a two-by-four doing modern dance. ROAR. Happy Belated Hug Day! I was far too stingy with my hugs today. Hug day is just not the same without the Mr. Rogers shirt, pictures or no pictures. Ah. Yes. School pictures. The guy made me think he was taking it and something flashed, and then he said, "Smile!" So I smiled a no-toothed, confused smile. And with my luck, my hair was sticking straight up. Ugh. Tuesday is my new favorite night. The OC, Boy Meets Boy, and Queer Eye. Too bad BMB is almost over. I guess I only find it interesting when people are fighting and there's tension. But isn't that the nature of reality TV anyway? Meow. 2003-08-27 @ 1:04 a.m. |