April 3, 2004
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Fame
This has got to be brief and uneloquent, because I’m supposed to make a glorious appearance at a faboo dance party in a bit. I’ve already got my legwarmers on, and tonight I’m gonna rock the 80′s punkass glam queen look. I always wanted to be on Fame as a kid, and now’s my chance to at least look the part.
I’m gonna live for-ever! I’m gonna learn how to fly!! FAME!!!
Speaking of dance, thursday evening was interesting. I signed up a week or so ago for a modern dance class in Cambridge, hoping to learn something about dancing, and get a little stronger and more poised. Turns out, I got myself into some airy fairy crystal-licking-good scenario with a fruity dance teacher who forced me to discover my “inner axis of light”. Apparently,. unbeknownst to me, it shoots straight up to the celestial heavens, and outward from my inner self. I also had to do some dumb crap like “hand my ball of energy to a trusted friend” and “visualize a centering gemstone in my tummy”. And then they wouldn’t even let me wear my stripey socks. So, by the end of the night i was plie-ing like a pro, but had developed a reputation for being the snarky antithesis to our flaky teacher, and had everyone else snickering. I am a bad little ballerina.
So, off I go. Off to be fantabulous once again! I leave y’all with a little something to listen to, which could either be good hangover music, or on a rainy day soundtrack.
Sufjan Stevens
edit:
Apparently, post-armageddon penguins think I am brilliant.
