

this one's gonna be the last for a while--from now till november, even past that, it's scary time. so there's the thesis, which i'm freaking out over. i love it, i'm passionate about the research, but all the IRB and ethics stuff is taking forever; thank Jesus tapdancing CHRIST i love my topic. and that's just one class. there's always physics, which began day 1 with einstein's relativity...arg. the other classes are so typical i don't count them as stress.
i'm doing choreography work from now till ?? starting with teaching at auditions this thursday, teaching a workshop at TX state the week after and then driving to houston for a workshop with marty kudelka and two routines to teach after that. holy crap holy crap i'm scared--marty's at the TOPtoptop and i'll probably pass out if it's a small workshop (should be--crappy venue: the melody club). should be a great opportunity but again the question looms in the back of my head--am i made for this? more scary--when is someone gonna tell me the truth...
the week after that i go back and teach some choreo in baytown, then at some point gotta edit music for a group in CA, finish the routine i started at ellison h.s., and then back to houston TBA. oh and one piece for a team in oklahoma which i'm supposed to somehow videotape between now and the end of october. i will be dead and strung-out but i will have pocket change. oh that's right; i have to pay bills not incurred by myself... at least its a little reassuring. but what's not is the looming deadline of somehow finding roomates and an internship for cali. no lies, i am terrified. of things worse than failure: of getting there and feeling more empty than now. of feeling purposeless. of realizing im too short to be in this business.
but today i was in class and this girl was talking about auditioning for cirque du soleil, which occupies a small area of my heart, so i jumped in the conversation. at one point, i seriously considered auditioning as a general dancer or for acrobatics of some sort for "O" which is my fave live show ever. THAT is what reminded me of "it," of the unexplainable feeling that i have to
need to MUST keep it up. and i feel so lucky to dance three days a week with my roustas--today kicked my ass (thanks carra!) just when my body felt so grounded and i was in control of it--30 SOLID DAYS OF TEACHING AND TECHNIQUE EVERY DAY this summer--i had to go and tear my hamstring, and then today its "cabriole, russian pas de chat, arabesque" and i can't go all out, not even hardly. pathetic. my mentality is that my, um, leg will rip off. beautiful! but those chicks keep me moving, and i love love LOVE you guys so much for it!!!
well i'm off to do some more crap paperwork so that i can submit an exempt version of my study through IRB. the pics, btw, are men who've inspired me. just thought i'd throw that out there--i don't really care about the implications of saying that right now; whatev, right?. g' night and, well, month.