Still stuck in the same shithole i've been in. Now it's just getting tiring. I finally did talk to Ryan today, but I don't think I figured anything out.
People are annoying, especailly when they're shy. And also when they're lars and betrayers. But I'm tired of talking about that. Umm... what else is there...
Oh yea. Stared my new dance class today at American Dance Center in Homewood. It's a cool place. I like it, I think. Definately different from Field Crest. I'm going to miss Donna and Derryl. But I think I can get used to having classmates who like working and dancing. I think I can even deal with the fact that we're dancing to 'Toxic' *puke* because our warm-up music was White Stripes. How can someone like Spears and White Stripes? Go figure. Lots of things don't make sense in the world.
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To days of inspiration playing hookey making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad. To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretention. Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad. To fruits, to no absolute to absolute, to choice to the village voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them. La vie boheme.
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