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[phthalombrage]

Okay. So this is my day.

I had on a huge grey doublebreasted jacket at school.
At work I wore a white collared shirt.
I took it off when I went to dance, where I sported a black sleveless top.
I mean, I was wearing it all all day. Some of it was just hidden. I don't know if I want to get into the color symbolism.
Three layers. Three lives. I have more, actually.
I'm like a cat. Or an onion. Or an ogre. Or all three, at the same time. Or more.

The button is kinda blurple. I hate that word.
Colorblindness both frightens and fascinates me. Mostly frightens.
Fascinate was a spelling word. Spelling tests in 11th grade are pathetic.

I'm at the OCCC and I see nobody from Flex. Then when I do see them, Jodi comes up to me and asks:
_"What are you doing here?"
-"...uh..."
_"You need to talk to me. I didn't know you were coming. (She used to get pissed that I never said good morning. And I mean, I paid for the convention and my mom would eat me if I didn't go.) Fill out this waiver now."
So I forged my mom's signature. Twice. Auspicious start. (Shakespeare invented the word auspicious. Yay.)

My mom never goes to my dance stuff in other cities, and this time she had made absolutely NO arrangements for me to go up with other people, so I'm on Mapquest at 4 AM... and driving to and from Orlando, twice, alone, on dark highways. It was scary and everyone was speeding. But I got to listen to a lot of lovely public radio. I didn't print out return trip instructions so I got a little lost the first time. Just a little. Kudos to the Verizon store guys for getting me pointed in the right direction. One nametag said Carlos? I was, however, very tired. épuisée. crevée. Your head a-splode.
Everyone was fighting to dance in the front. Jodi pulled us aside and told us to put on slutty, sparkly/colorful clothes like everyone else because the teachers weren't noticing us. Change our clothes, change our hair after every class. Then whaddya know, Nicole Morris gets an Outstanding Dancer ribbon. (Everyone who dances is named Nicole. The ATA Award was given to Nicole Fischman from Focus.) I sat out the second half of hip hop because yeah, it feels queer in a leotard and tights with your hair in a bun.
Second day, my muscles were sore. I forgot to breathe during the audition piece so I kinda collapsed. It wasn't cool. But I definitely learned... seven? combinations this weekend. I taught the tap one to my tap class because we had nothing to do. I actually did hip hop Sunday, but not in the showcase because I guess I'm shy. There's so much more room in the back. You can look at the floor sometimes... And you don't have to look at the teacher. Ooooh, I was like totally a back-up dancer for this many people. They always have one of Britney Spears' dancers. Like this guy.
(hahahaha!) He's cute in person, even if his ego is swollen like a champignon. I agree, the purple eyeliner is a bit much.
And at Showstopper, Charissa Seaman. Ew. And it took Melody to point out the innuendo in her last name.
I'm not into that at all. Whore-y music videos. Bleh.
New York > LA.
Plus I didn't eat anything until like 5 PM because I didn't want to throw up. I left there absolutely hating myself and then felt really good about dancing and everything when I got home. Memory is weird.

I hate dance competitions.
The mentality of them.

Back to school. That's where I started.
Andrew Briefman walks up to Hanna and goes "Hanna. My mom said you were really good last night." Apparently, she was in some sort of performance, but I crack up. Nobody else does. Tay shakes her head at me. One of the better parts of my day, right there.
Did crossword and Jumble with Reid in Calc. Except I did... the entire Jumble... haha.
Um. I think I fail history. Damn. I miss the halcyon days of Euro.
And both Vincents are at least slightly colorblind.
Very strange conduct in the courtyard. Paul in a white beehive wig. Emma had a condom on her face. Heather wished she was wearing a leather skirt. Leah made Calliope into a ho-bag. I don't think Calliope got any work done at all, but Erin and I were talking about how cool she is at tap. Avenue Q, unicycling, and the uncanny ability to NOT do bell kicks.
Folded brown origami with Sasha and love, for Jessica.
Lost keys. Mr. Reed warned me that my arm would rip off.
When I got back from dance, I got Thai takeout and cheesecake because my brother is 15 today. (As is Arianna.) And he starts his first shitty job ever on Friday.
Guess where?
Howie's!

Melody told me we shall be adventuring 6th and 7th periods.
No silly dances. Aww.