Friday, May 22, 2009


Last time I left you, I was a sad broken excuse for a human be-in. Now I'm an actual person ("I'm a real boy!") again! And I have officially submitted myself to the ballet gods again. Although, today's class, the first class I have taken in almost 4 weeks, was somewhat of a disaster (nothing like I fell into people whilst turning, a la Jody Sawyer, or somehow breaking something). But the good thing was nothing really hurt, and I could actually move without hearing the rusty creaking of my joints (slight exaggeration). Tomorrow though, everything will hurt, and my joints will probably be creaking again (not an exaggeration). But it feels good to start back into it.

I was worried that I was taking too much time away to turn into a lumpy muscle-less "regular girl," but I realized that if the thought of going back to take a maintenance class instilled dread, then I probably wasn't ready to go back. So after getting back from vacation in the Caribbean, and having my best friend visit for a couple of days, I was actually rarin' to go. When I got to class, I started to get nervous since the most time I took off during the year was 2 weeks...and yeah everything felt like hell. The positive thing is that everything didn't ache like it used to, and my feet actually felt like feet, not swollen sacks of fluid.

But let's talk about vacation. I left Annapolis a rainy nasty mess, and arrived in St Thomas, which had just finished being a rainy nasty mess. Unfortunately when I was there, it was almost always cloudy with snatches of rain here and there (with one exception, when my sister and I went to Magen's Bay), but I wasn't complaining. I missed seeing the sparkling blue water, because the gray skies made the water look like regular ocean water (which isn't unappealing at all, but St. Thomas can do so much better than that!) I spent a lot of time on the beach, reading, shopping around, and just hanging out with my sister. It was very very necessary. And I noticed a malaise begin to seep in, as a result of my sultry relaxing surroundings. I couldn't actually remember the last time I felt bored like that! It was nice to remember that such a thing did exist.

One of my favorite places to visit when visiting my sister is the island of St. John. The island is a nature preserve, so the energy there is so has even been dubbed by the hippies "Love Island." So my sister and I were going to go camping there on Saturday and Sunday, at Maho Bay (it was actually ecotourism because it was all self sustaining and green. Which made it so much more awesome!). I was so excited, but the moment we got on the island and began to hike we were swarmed with mosquitoes. I have never seen them so prevalent! I had 15 bites on one arm alone, AFTER bug spray (multiple applications), and only after 10 or 15 minutes. I am also incredibly attractive to mosquitoes, so that didn't help. When we got to the campsite, I continuted to be miserable...constantly checking every arm and leg to swat them away. When we got into our tent, they would come up through the floorboards and bite me when I thought I was safe. All in all, I got about 5o bites on my body. I actually looked diseased! And I used so much bugspray it's a wonder I didn't poison myself. So we didn't stay very long. An acquaintance of Meg's said that the bugs were so bad because the island had gotten 10 inches of rain 2 weeks ago. Ugh, if only we had known!

It was a pretty cool trip though. When packing up my stuff, I discovered a small cockroach hanging out in my suitcase...which was scream inducing to say the least. Ew. Now I am constantly shaking out my clothes, just in case one of them decided a trip to Annapolis would be fun. Ugh.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Nothing's gonna change my world

Hey y'all!

It is officially summer for SP. We finished the spring season, and now it is time to rest, relax, and recuperate. Guess where I'm going to do some of that...the US Virgin Islands! My mom surprised my by buying me my ticket :) I will be visiting my sissy probably for the last time (in the Caribbean climes). I am so very excited to do this, I need the sun, sand, and peace. I think to really kick off my re-start (I actually feel like a broken down piece of shit right now, even after a restorative yoga class, and a week and half without ballet) I need to be taken out of this environment. There are just too many stressors present. Too many things that remind me of STRESS and WORRY.

Too bad the weather has been super crappy lately. I want to go to Quiet Waters and just be there for hours at a time...but I am kept indoors. I can feel the memories tugging at me like a kid tugs at his mom's shirt when he wants to get her attention. I would go and sit in the sun, stretched out like a cat. Then I would probably hug a tree or two. Then some yoga, walking on the pathways and contemplating the wonderous things around me. Maybe some knitting. Quiet contemplation by the water. Drawing. Painting. Being. Om.

Le sigh.

In other news I want to get a doggy. I ultimately want a daschund, but I will settle for something similar to it. Bottom line though, I want the doggy to be a rescue. So it may not end up being a may be a rather old dog, but I'm totally OK with that. And this doggy would be living in the house (crosses fingers) with me and my roomies downtown (crosses fingers again). The house is too good to be true, so I'm just hoping we can *get* it. I know of others looking at it, so I'm just nervy that we will be beaten out. Although I would fight for it. Well, dance fight. We could do a dance-off. We go to look at the place tomorrow, so I'm hoping that after we look at it we can just sign the lease and be done with it.

In other other news, I'm almost going to school this summer. Almost because I still haven't registered for the classes. But I'm accepted and my transcripts have gone through. I will take the last step as soon as I stop being a retard and figure out how to register. Ladies and gentleman, I am one step closer to being a certified masseuse. (this is usually the part where you tell me you are available for me to practice on you. this is the most common response). I will be a rockin' massage lady, and I'm super excited at the prospect.

Well I must be off to get some shiz done, like buy a prescription and take a shower.