It’s been far too long. Too much time has escaped without documentation. December would take too long to summarize, though all and all it was amazing to say the least. One of the most amazing months I’ve yet lived. This New Year has thrown me some interesting adventures, circumstances, and excitement and it seems like it’s been longer than 12 days ( Read more... )

wutubinsmokin: you don't have any finals tomorrow?? I'm totally confused!

Auto response from Tphicestar: stretching, man i'm sore!
call the cell cause i dont have any finals tomorrow! wahoo!
if your name is peggy chang i <3 you, and IM me ( Read more... )

When 4 Hutton kids are left home alone. . . .

Adeli TPs the Christmas tree with 2 whole roles, and she calls it snow.

Watching the sunrise on a bus full of the most amazing bun heads ever, two days in a row and spending your entire day performing with them makes for quite possibly a perfect weekend ( Read more... )

Shoot I still needa learn my Asia map. . but ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you ( Read more... )

Friday night fights like they’ve never happened before. My nail took a chunk out of poor Taurean’s shoulder on a whip turn and it bled entirely too much. And before that he dropped me, and not even on any exciting lift, but another whip turn. And to think we’re on stage in merely a breath past a month. Oh dear ( Read more... )

I have a pink hip that will be a dark purple for Halloween tomorrow. . . but us ballet gals know how to fight ( Read more... )

To humor you with my craziness: Over the past 3 days, I’ve eaten 13 apples.

Good days make everything just grand. The past two days have been such. It’s just the simple things. Having free-day classes, sleeping straight through 2 class periods, dancing until your legs act like a drunk person’s, wearing a red skirt and red/white striped leg warmers to rehearse Russian, 007 at our orchestra concert, text messages from lovey ( Read more... )