I'm really tired of people calling themselves clumsy or accident prone, when really, they're just careless, don't respect other people enough to think of the repercussions of their actions, and won't plan ahead.
So bummed. My favorite local restaurant is having to close its doors. Go ahead and appoint yourself my personal dietician and say"Good,"- whatever, you're entitled to that, but for me, this isn't actually about the food itself- it was one of those cozy, warm, friendly places who could do things right, keep things clean, the clientele wasn't a bunch of mouthy, boozed-up peroxided twentysomethings, and it didn't have weirdly-named appetizers. It'd been there for a couple decades or more, and was one of those celebratory "So and so's in town/ Got good grades/ Hooray for first this or that" places you took someone when something meant something and only a sirloin and a baked potato the size of a dachsund would suffice. I actually ate salad there, too. I think I may cry.
I am already getting a degree in the arts. I do not need to keep getting calls asking me if I want to do this. Also after I say hello for the first time, please start talking. I don't appreciate having to say hello 3 times in a row to get a stupid response out of you. You called me, not the other way around.
Happy Studio Art Major and astronomy minor
I seriously thought I had a dead mouse. I tore the place apart looking for it, when I realized that the smell was coming from someplace different altogether, but it was so powerfully terrible that it just seemed to be everywhere.
... It appears that certain cheap ballet flats have a very terrible and noxious black dye that, when mixed with normal sweaty foot funk, turns into a poisonous gas that smells like cadaver, buttermilk, and fritos chunked into a bag and left in the desert.
Good lord. I thought Skrillex lived in my closet.
MUST find something to combat dance-shoe-funk. Cedar balls time.
Talked with coach about frustrations with DP. He's gonna keep an eye out for even just a Latin partner, because tbh that's the main problem DP has in terms of getting "the look". Either way, we've agreed that my plan to wait until I'm going overseas to break up is a good plan. If I find a Latin partner, well, I don't think DP will mind not doing latin with me.
How can I still be fighting the same bug? I've had it for almost 2 full weeks - and while I've been better-ish for a week, I'm still coughing (esp. at night), dealing with the loss of my voice, sore back muscles, and reduced energy. This has severly curtailed my practice time, and that's after I had to take about 4 days completely off last week. I have a comp in a week... I need to be better already!
The worst of my bug was gone in four days, but I can't shake the itchy-throat cough that hangs around. Been using dark hot chocolate, and then giving in to lozenges once in awhile, but I hate the taste/feel.
Whining...here, because I feel like I have to suck it up everywhere else...I just want one day, ONE DAY, of my weekend where I do not have to constantly think about this government shutdown that had me in crisis mode all of last week and now, apparently, working all weekend from home as I am bombarded with emails and texts from my boss and co-workers to take action every time there is a news article printed on CNN or Fox News that MIGHT hint at some movement next week. But, no. No mental time off, and all dancing on hold for the foreseeable future until the paycheck starts flowing again. NOt fair!!