Monday, December 28, 2009

Tale of two cities

2009 was awesome. And it sucked. It did both and it did both with great fervor.

So, without further ado, here are the top 5 best and worst moments of the past year. Ever.


WORST.

FINE: Alright, let's all get this out of the way. The breakup sucked. Hard. But everything has gotten so much better since then that it's really difficult for me to even really remember how bad it was. I have to rely on reading my old posts, and its obvious that it was a pretty low point for me. So the breakup is going on the list. But time really does heal all wounds - I love where things are today.

Date Rape (almost): I don't remember much of what actually happened: I went up to the extra bedroom with him in a drunken daze, chaos ensued, and I ended up half-clothed, cowering on the floor of a small closet and feeling my lungs constrict more and more with every breath. He kept coming closer and I was too paralyzed to move or even to scream what was running through my head: no no no no no no no no. Then the others came into the room and I don't think I've ever been more relieved in my life. Or more humiliated, more dirty, or more confused.

Age of Discovery: The fact that I still think I'd punch the leaky pipe if I ever saw him again is a ringing testament to just how much his douchebaggery sucked. He had nothing to gain from this except confirmation that he knew how to work a computer and he had an itchy "Forward to All" finger. Did nothing but cause about 27 heart attacks and convince everyone involved that he's a squeal. Well done, you fucker.

Guilty as Charged: Whether I was directly responsible, whether I had a major or minor part, whether I was doing it on purpose, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I hurt my best friend, and even though it's been months upon months upon months since then, I'm very sorry and very ashamed. From then on and from now on, my life will be clique-free or she has full permission to take the Lovely Latvian away from me forever. :-)

Runaway: "I don't know what to do with her anymore. I give up. I'm done. She's nothing but bullshit." Like I wasn't standing right there in the room listening to them talk about me as if I were an asylum patient. So I solved their problem and I left. It was cold outside, and the world can be scary at 4 in the morning. But I wasn't sure whether I'd feel any safer at home.


Well that was fun. Let's continue.


BEST!!!!! Disclaimer: There really are way too many to narrow down to 5. But I'll try. So if your favorite isn't on here, I didn't forget it.

Labor Day: Do I really have to say much else? Not only was this one of the most ridiculous weekends I've had pretty much ever (wild party + awkwardly revealing conversation at slightly less wild party + broomball = ????????), it marked the beginning of everything returning to normal...ish. Sweet.

Nuts and Crackers '09: I've never danced better in my life, and my best friends were there to watch me do it. This was the culmination of years and years and years of spending every extra minute of spare time with my favorite ballet geeks. We laughed, we sobbed, we were as proud of ourselves and each other as a parent is of his child. Ballet Arte girls + Prince in Training.....we done good. This was the best performance of my life. Some additional perks: spending time with her, eating way too much food, hot cider, glitter dust, whore makeup, clucking the entire Nutcracker Suite, best friends and flowers. And BOWLING.

"Yes": I don't have to feel the same way that I did then to remember how happy this made me. I was so scared that he would say no. And then he said yes. And all was well and right with the world. All about the simple joys, my friend.

Waste Not: Alright, there was a section of PDW that was downright awful. The rest of it was pretty fucking great. I still can't believe that was only 2 days of insanity. It felt like 16. This is one of those weekends that I'll still talk about with my college roommate three years from now. KILLER ANTS! KILLER AAAAAANNTTSSS!!!!

Against all Odds: So the breakup sucked. But you know what didn't? Having prom pictures taken of me and my upgraded date Smooth Operator (buahahaha) literally less than half a week after JX and I split. I win this round, sweetheart. Nobody puts Baby in a corner.


So there you have it. The best of times and the worst of times. Here's to another year that will hopefully be as crazy as the last.


All Tangled Up Like Balls of String

I'm covered in salt, my hair is stringy, and my hands smell like coconut. I love it.
Viva Mexico.

The Good:
-Submitted everything except Oxy and USC. They're basically afterthoughts anyway.
-I speak the best Spanish of anyone in my family. Ergo, I am the go-to translator, which means I get to spend a lot of time acting sophisticated and cultured for the cute federales in camo with very large guns (hur hur hur) who stop our car going in and out of Tulum.
-Seriously. These boys can't be much older than me. And they're cute. With very large guns. And so far, they like me. Which is good, I guess, considering that their very large guns are fully operational.
-Doggies at the house!
-The waiter would like to know if the señorita would like a piña colada. Yes please.
-Bones Season 3 DVD box set.

The Bad:
-My skin appears to be falling off, starting with a particularly nasty peely scab on my chin. This is serious Amy Winehouse shit.
-My first semester grades went to shit.
-All of my friends are somewhere else. :-(
-She's somewhere else. :-(

The Ugly:
-Just because I'm an American does NOT mean that I don't understand the things that you, Mr. Fat-Artesans-and-Crafts-Store-Owner, are saying about my mom. My father is nodding and smiling because he doesn't pick up on what you're saying. I do. STOP IT. You're not her type.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

In case I come back too late

Here they are, for all of future posterity.

My resolutions for 2010

1. I will treat my family with the love and respect that they deserve.
2. I will stop lying about (to?) myself.
3. I will make someone laugh every day.
4. I will give people the benefit of the doubt sometimes.
5. I will let myself fall into a whirlwind of whimsy and ridiculousness.

Happy holidays.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Out of reach

I know what I want for the rest of my life. I want it so much that it hurts.
And now it's too late.
I wasted so much time...

Letters you were never meant to see

Reading this book makes me sad.
Because I could have written any one of them.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Dirty Diana

Deferral.
Car ride.
"You say you want a real solution...Don't ya know its gonna BE...ALRIGHT"
Smile.
Altoid.
Pink ribbon.
Fly.
Snowflakes.
Symphony.
Cigarette smoke.
Basil.
Car ride.
"Gaga Oohlala"
Puppy.
Bones.
El otro lado.
Bones.
Smile.
Sleep.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Lockdown

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Friday, December 11, 2009

End of the Rope

We're getting there. Ever so slowly, but we're getting there. Just a week.

'Reneé'...that's what I'm going to call her here.

It's a pretty name. Isn't it? Fitting for a pretty dancer and a pretty girl, I think.

She's the kind of girl you want to go out into the cold with just so you can share a blanket an hour later. The kind who will spend hours writing a love poem on your arm with eyeliner. The kind who will jump into a pile of leaves while wearing a formal dress even if it means she'll be covered in twigs and dirt for her prom photo. The kind of girl who will find a smile in a cup of coffee. The kind of girl whose laugh could fill a palace.

During the assembly today, the speaker said that any artist essentially does what she does for a specific handful of people to see. I dance for my family. I dance for my friends. I dance for myself.

I dance for Reneé.

This isn't love. That sort of thing doesn't happen for a very long time. But it's something. And it's pretty special.


Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Heart Shaped Glasses

But in my arms, she was always Lolita.

I've felt lust towards another girl before. That is nothing new to me.
This is special.
I love her laugh, her voice, the sparkle she gets in her eyes just before she's about to speak. I love looking behind me in the mirror to see if she's watching me as I dance. I love her hugs. I love the feel of her lips on my forehead. I love the random little texts she sends me throughout the day just to make me smile. I love the way she talks about the moon. I love the wild curls of her hair. I love the hearts and flowers she draws on my arms.

Lolita, Lolita, Lolita.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Piercing sounds

My hands are rough.
My back is strong.
My skin is blotchy.
My words are wrong.
My lips are cracked.
My eyes are dry.
My breath is smoky.
My body's rolling high.

You are wonderful. Beautiful. You're the one I dance for. I wish you danced for me.

Back of a postcard

MY SECRET: Every time I dance, I dance because no matter how irrational this is, I hope that somehow you're watching. And I hope that you fall a little bit more in love with me.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Hell

These are the moments in which you wish the world would stop and you could disappear.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Rosebud

1. Filming doth go well. I'm covered in red dye, but otherwise everything's good.
2. SOOT is getting a little less painful.
3. Ballet is as incredible as ever.
4. I only have one enemy and I don't really give a shit about him.

...huh. All is well. Imagine that.