woah I didn’t know this :O
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open to public: The feeling of insignificance
A valuable lesson that I have learned during graduate school is not the fear the feeling of insignificance. I have never been so challenged. I feel that I have been skinned head to toe and forced to walk through Boston’s teething cold. Currently, I am feeling a sense of incompetence. Sometimes, I…
Pandamonium Express: You should date an illiterate girl.
“Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are…
ughh.. so good.
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I feel like If i watch this video everyday, I should at least post it up.
cutest. baby. ever.
friggn cute.
penny vs. the world: These are some facts that J.K.Rowling let slip in numerous interviews. Facts that tell us what all happened nineteen...
~ Azkaban no longer uses Dementors as guardians.
~George Weasley married Angelina Johnson and had 2 children named Fred and Roxanne.
~Harry made sure that the Wizarding world knew that Snape was a hero and on Dumbledore’s side.
~Slytherin House became more diluted and…
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she hated the city.
looked out of the window of her car seeing bright neon signs litter sidewalks of dark and dirty cement.
looked down at her fingers nestled together, twirling the white cotton dress she’d brought from home. not the place she currently resided in. not the crummy peel of plastered walls she had to look at. most her day.
well, nothing forced her to be there. but where would she go?
spending money and effort she didn’t have to get out of her large bare apartment. she had all the mindless entertainment she needed at her fingers. internet she was “borrowing” from neighbors.
thank you “GOOGLE ME BABY”. because of you, i watch all i want, browse all i desire. because of you i stream painstakingly slow, research i need for companies i am dying to work for.
it was so hot during the day.
sigh of relief. it was cooler at night. icy air seeped into her car. sighed again. leaned her head against cold window, drew a line with her finger against fog on glass.
she loved this dress. it was a lovely thing she had bought at a low rate department store and even though it wasn’t considered high end. it was simple. unadulterated. pretty.
had a movement to it when she touched it. she admired it. not busy like the other things she’d come across. refreshing. reminded her of spring.
wasn’t conventional. and they had advised her
“professional pieces, nothing too dark or too formal, stick to the patterns and the soft colored wovens.”
slowly breathed onto the window. watched her breath fold back into its point of origin. no idea how she’d done. what the interviewer thought of her. she looked down at herself, smoothed out the wrinkles. it was a beautiful piece, just what she’d wanted.
she’d wanted to come out here. to move into the city. dip her feet in, test the waters. but so far she disliked everything. it was busy always moving always close and always compressed. felt the empty space of her apartment, the only barrier keeping the city from falling in on her and swallowing her whole.
checked the time on her dashboard. flashed 10:04 pm. glanced at herself in the rear view mirror. might as well go home. she’d wait for the email, the phone call or lack thereof that would tell her if she’d gotten the job. turned the keys, waited for the rumble beneath her seat. took a last look at the blaring neon signs that sidled the local businesses among twisting streets. stepped on the pedal racing off into the night. into the city.
he was bored.
sat at his desk and stared at it. slumped against his chair he picked at small dents and splinters that riddled the smooth wood of the surface.
sunlight streamed through his window and caught his focus but by then he was already looking down.
it was smooth for the most part. his hand ran over it slow. nothing wrong with it really. but then skin grazed over a splinter and hand jerk up and winced. he’d known they were there too but the pain made it real and still took him by surprise.
he had a girl. maybe he’d call her up- depended on her schedule though. maybe they could meet, have a picnic, do something nice. but he didn’t want to call her.
had a few friends at home. maybe he’d give them a call. but again. schedule. they had their own lives now anyway.
his family- was away. wouldn’t know what to say to them even if they were home.
for the most part the desk was smooth. it was just small tiny imperfections that ruined the surface. it pulled at him. if it weren’t for them it’d be perfect. placed his hands on the sides, gripping it. lowered his eye to the surface like an appraiser. he should just get a new one. start over. then he’d feel better.
slumped back into his chair. rolled around on wheels.
stared at the ceiling.
even more holes and imperfections.
laughed. here he was worried about the desk when innumerable imperfection surrounded him already.
he stood up from his chair and walked away.
Carl Diaz, you will never know how much you pushed me throughout these past 2 years while on UG. I am so grateful to have trained under your direction, and I wouldn’t have been the dancer that I am today without you. Not alot of UG dancers can say that you were more than just our artistic director or teacher. We had that, plus a friendship, and furthermore, a father-son relationship. There’s so much more I would like to say, but I’ll save that for retreat and banquet. Oh, and thank you for letting me assist your last class !
“When you think back on a memory, you won’t remember exactly what you did, what you said, nor what you heard… but you’ll remember how it made you feel.”
(UG’s “Perfect” Set)
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