4.30.2003

life is at it again...[a complete rant]

So sure, I guess it gave me a break for my big LA project, but it's still a bitch. I have Picture Day for my dance studio this weekend so I need to go and fix all my costumes and make sure they fit me right, then I gotta study for my Chinese school midterms. My throat has been killing me since Tuesday morning, but has gotten progressively worse since I had 3 chorus concerts that day at 3 different middle schools. When I came back, I was informed that someone found my picture on the internet through a Google search, printed it up, and had shown half the school (2001 pic... but for some reason everyone thought I was wearing glasses. No I wasn't. Open your eyes, people!!). Then I go and freak out about having a stalker, until I get home and find the site for myself-- it's the fucking official TAF website, and RIGHT underneath the picture is an article I wrote for it (along with the date the photo was from). Duh. We'll have more on computer/internet illiteracy later...

So I go to dance class half an hour early to meet this girl so I could learn part of the production dance that I missed on Saturday-- she wasn't there. It wasn't technically her fault.. but still, I was in a nasty mood so I decided to add that to the annoying events of yester-eve. Dance is worse than nasty because my throat was thoroughly stuck and as much as the world would like to deny it, dance can be considered as a cardiovascular activity. I was dying and we were only halfway through the first run-through of the dance-- not only that, but for some maniacally absurd reason (I told you, it's all a conspiracy) my ankle is giving out on me and I can barely get off the ground on any of my leaps. Thankfully, Tracy doesn't notice (or if she did she didn't mind) and though it hurt like a mofo the rest of ballet went well. And then hip hop and those four fouettes that I couldn't manage to pull off on my ankle... ouch >_< .

I came home and spent 30 minutes teaching my dad how to do some stuff on the computer, which I'm pretty proud of since I usually have negative patience when talking to my parents about computers. I go to bed around 11:30 even though I should have been sleeping around 10:30, since my throat had different ideas. I wake up and it's WORSE... I can barely croak out words about 2 octaves lower than my usual voice, or I can talk very lightly and high pitched, which is NOT me... C'mon people, if you know me, you know that when I talk, I talk loudly. So that was torture... Thankfully I didn't really have normal school today. I went to this leadership conference thing for high school, which was a lot like POWER except more focused and probably more helpful. I really had a lot of fun there and it made me a lot more confident in the incoming freshman class, because the people there really were nice. Of course, they WERE specifically picked to go to this thing... but hey, at least 80 freshmen will be okay =)

So I actually had a good day up to the point where I got home and realized I had nothing to take my mind off my damned throat. I have to go to dance at six or else Lisa will kill me for missing like 5 weeks in a row =P but I reallyyyyy don't like my first couple Wednesday classes because the girls are cliquey and Lisa gives us a lot of extra time to sit around and stretch and talk. I would be happy to try to talk to them but the only thing they talk about is guys and how slutty they are sooooo it's kind of annoying. Whatever, my throat is dead anyway. I'll resort to pitying myself and dancing when told today... I hope it gets better tomorrow =(
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