Just something about me, I guess. The stirring conclusion ( Read more... )

what is it about me that is so completely scary?

no, really, what is it?

I'm not entirely sure that whole thing really happened. I hope it's okay.

I think I had a missed connection with the entire city of Portland. I was definitely not there for long enough and it was way too fun for one day. I need to go back! Agh ( Read more... )

I guess I don't understand why I don't know very many people (if any) that are like me or believe in what I believe in ( Read more... )

if it's paved with good intentions, I'm in trouble ( Read more... )

it is the day before I turn 22 and I am at the airport covered in glitter and sporting a sticker of a panda on my face.

I'm as madly in love with Austin as I ever was and once again back to liking Illinois a little less (not the people, mind you... just the environs... which I'm sure will change once spring ACTUALLY comes). My plans for next year grow increasingly complicated as I drift between Interlochen (practical), Chicago (responsible), and Austin (laid back, ( Read more... )

updating my LJ, natch ( Read more... )

I don't want to dwell on how hurt I am, because Danceworks was so wonderful this year, it really was ( Read more... )