alright. so......we sat through a run today of another ships show. thank god i have training. it was sad watchin these boys dance. they had no life, no passion, no pointed feet. it hurt. but there were two girls that killed it and they made me smile. i always feel so bad when i talk about other dancers like that but honestly, what was casting thinking. sickled feet, raised shoulders, moving hands while partnering....its just not safe....or pretty. whatever, you don't care about this.
today in rehearsal my girl Karlee, from australia, the future hip hop dancer of the world rolled her ankle. they might be sending her home. that would make 2 people in 2 days. its all kinda frustrating. i'm actually really not happy in rehearsals cause i'm not dancing. i don't dance at all. its just run around and pose and act a fool. don't get me wrong, i'll act like a fool till the cows come home but at the end of the day i want to dance. i want to kick and turn and reach and drag and LIVE. but we don't always get what we want so i'm gonna have to get over it.
another problem i'm having is that i'm letting my personal life get in the way of my rehearsals. i'm not gonna go into detail but its all just a bit fucked right now and i don't know which way i should go with things. just kinda having one of those, "what is my life" right now cycles. you know? no like break down and have a bad day, just mind wanders off and i get lost in thoughts.
lets see what else, i got nothin. OH. we had a going away party for liz last night, even though i think its a little wrong to celebrate someone being sent home. and it was fun. we threw things at pictures of casting directors and had lots and lots of cookies. i left and went to bed. the end
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