Monday, February 7, 2011

PRETTY SURE I'M SICK

Fuck. Anyway, we should all probably just stay away from one another, because we may or may not all be sick, except Hunter and Randall, those bastards. I had a bad ballet class because my heart was racing for no reason and also the room felt like it was about 85 degrees and also I blacked out a little bit a couple times. I also have a headache and a sense of impending doom. And my jaw hurts, but I think that's just because of my stupid ass swollen lymph nodes. Interestingly, I can only find 5 of them: the ones under my ears, the ones under my jaw, and the one to the right of my trachea. I don't know why the one on the left hasn't caught on.

In other news, I apparently hate Mondays, because apparently nobody is here now. I hate sitting in the hallway and I want to get some Advil and I have to pee. Also the Asian girls who live at the end of the hall came back while I was sitting here and I always feel weird when that happens.

I feel like, while I enjoy the things I'm learning this semester, I really don't actually like most of my classes. At least, I don't look forward to any of them, except sometimes Ballet. I should find another class to fit into my schedule so that there's something interesting... Oh, wait, no, I should DEFINITELY NOT do that because it is STUPID and INSANE. If I want interesting, exciting classes, I shouldn't be a math major, and also I think I'm mainly just not quite settled into the routine of going to class all the time yet so I shouldn't complain yet. Plus, again, I really do like learning the things I'm learning. I just want mystery and intrigue and classes that don't have Panda Guy.

Nothing else interesting to report, except a link to an interesting blog. (It has a little warning page, but be assured by the non-dick George that you HAVE TO BELIEVE resides within me that it's not horrible porno.)

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

SERIOUSLY, THOUGH, GEORGE, COME TO BALLET

You don't even have to register right now! Just come to one class. Maybe you will like it. Not-too-baggy sweat pants (or shorts!) and a tightish-fitting shirt and cotton socks are all you need for one day. We will do some pliƩs and do some stuff about port de bras and, I don't know, some running across the room and maybe skipping or even jumping possibly. You'll get to see my leotard for reals! And mock me for my lack of balance, of course. Afterward, anyway. Totally worth it, I swear. And since you're not even wanting to go to your 9am class... Again: totally worth it. Go go go go go!