! Welcome to Paradise. (Da na na naa na na naa naaaa)

I graduated. And I got to give a speech.
I really liked it.
Graduation was a good time for me. It was definitely one of my best high school experiences. It summed up the last four years pretty well, you know? So I'm happy with it.
Of course, recital is kind of an equally big deal for me--this Saturday will be my 14th and my last with Alton Dance Academy. I can't tell you all that the studio has done for me. I literally hauled myself into class (five days a week, every week) during some of the worst moments of my life, and you know what? Every single time, I left feeling better... not ok, not all the time, but so much better. All my friends up there really don't know how much they've helped me, but ADA honestly helped me get through this year. That's saying something.
Today I sat at home. I literally stayed in my room all day, either cleaning or reading or just sitting and texting. I was kind of disappointed I didn't get to go out, but it actually gave me some time to get my thoughts together. Now I'm in recital mode. I have a big role this year and I can't let my studio down. I know I can do a good job, but I want to go above that. This year I'm not dancing for myself. I'm dancing for my friends who are coming to support me--and I'm dancing for my friends already on stage. They deserve it.
The sun just came out for the first time all day and the rain stopped. I think I'm going to go outside.
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^_^ uck

Currently looking at myself in the mirror makes me want to throw up. On the brightside, my room is nice and squeaky clean and Doc (my cuddly black kitty) is sleeping on my bed so I cannot reapply the sheets to the mattress. Over and out, going to make myself some tea... maybe it'll be slimming?

^_^ The Next Step

Many people I know are very excited to start the next step in there lives. Am I the only one who is going, "eh"? I guess that since my parents mandated that I was expected to get at least a Bachelor's degree ever since I was really little, that I wasn't all that excited... god knows I was more stressed and excited about graduating junior high, than high school. So I'm sitting in my living room, waiting for some sliver of excitement for college to form, listening to Miss Saigon... there is nothing more peaceful, and yet nothing more boring. I hunger for the world. I'm starting to think that I have gypsy feet and the only thing holding me down is college and Tex. Which... I guess I don't mind being held in place by Tex, and since college is in NYC, that should calm my travel bug, at least... for a while...