Ick

So, I'm finally here.

I already want to leave.

I already know that college life is not for me. I can't handle being alone without a single person I truly know. The city is too loud and too dangerous. I just want to go home and go to massage school or something. Just get a decent job that pays good money - it's all about money, right? I can't handle the debts, I can't handle the alcohol everywhere, I can't handle the people...I'm scared to see how classes are.

So I may be quitting, but I don't care. I know what isn't right for me.

The final day

Today, it's cold, rainy, and gray. And I love it. I cannot wait for fall, especially in the big city.

Which reminds me...I leave tomorrow.

I can't believe it's already here. Everything is packed (basically), yet I feel so... cluttered. I'm sure I'm going to forget something.

I also got my new Mac computer yesterday. Jeremiah covered the money. He paid for the entire thing! I am so relieved, but of course, I'm going to pay him back when I get refund money from financial aid. It's so sleek and beautiful, my Mac. Tee hee.

My new life starts tomorrow. I couldn't be more excited and more afraid.

Countdown

4 days.

I also found my roommate...or she found me. I thought I wouldn't have one, because my original one isn't going to Columbia anymore. I never called the school to see if I had a new one, so I figured it would be forgotten...but it's cool to have a roommate. We can split stuff in the room. Annnd, I won't feel so lonely! Yeeeah. Her name is Adria, and so far, she seems really cool.

Sooo, my room is:
Me,
Adria,
Emily,
and Elizabeth.

Hoooraaayy.

early morning insomnia

So, I wake up at four in the morning with terrible cramps. TMI.

I get up, use the toilet, then decide I can't sleep. So I get up again and head downstairs, pointe shoes in tow, to fix an elastic that was coming undone yesterday during class. I felt so accomplished. I was almost going to go as far as resew my elastics on my slippers, but it's hard to cut thread with a knife as opposed to scissors, which were missing in action, as always. After that was done, I went to bed. A few minutes later, I got up and checked Facebook (I'm pretty much addicted, unfortunately). I didn't want to go to sleep because I love early morning. 5 - 8ish is probably my favorite time of the day. I've never slept in past 9:30, and I'm quite proud of that.

Eventually I did fall asleep, and I ended up missing my pointe class today. Oops. Oh well, extra cashola for me.

Hopefully I'll get to see my good friend, Irene, today. She's probably one of five people I've seen all summer (the other four being my family and Jeremiah). She leaves for UW-Eau Claire Saturday, which is crazy. The numbers are slowly dwindling. She leaves early because she's in the marching band, which is pretty cool. I told her that I'm going to go see her in action, and I hope that I actually can.

Alexa Chung is odd, but I like her.

My house smells like cat food. Ick.

Happy 20.

Yesterday was Jeremiah's birthday. He's officially no longer a teenager. It's pretty crazy to think that he's 20 years old - he still seems like a kid to me, even though I didn't know him before he was 19. I bought him his favorite sandwich from his favorite sandwich shop - Jimmy John's (which were have $1.5o subs in honor of its grand opening in Lake Geneva) - blindfolded him, and then led him to a nice scenic area with a bench overlooking Lake Como. It was such a nice afternoon, and I think he really enjoyed it.

I'm also supposed to be getting him this:






Season 1 of Ghost Adventures of DVD, but it doesn't come out until Tuesday. Shhh.

Today, my mom hosted her first ever "Zumbathon" to raise money for the local animal shelter. It turned out to be pretty successful - we raised $400 for the shelter. She's already planning another Zumba party in October. It was pretty fun and very energetic. People won prizes, I got to lead some songs, a male instructor led a routine to Britney Spears' "Womanizer" - all in all, a good day.

Also, I'm stressing out a bit when it comes to college. I'm supposed to be moving in in two weeks (August 29th), but according to my student account summary, one of my loans from financial aid has disappeared. It was worth around $10,000 for the semester. My semester tuition is $15,000 and I had full coverage. But now, instead of recieving $5,000 back from financial aid, I owe $5,000. I'm desperately hoping that it's a mistake on their end and it will all get figured out. How can a loan for $20,000 a year just magically disappear?

F my life. For now.

100 dollas

Today I got new ballet slippers.

Yummy canvas. Waaay better than leather in my opinion.

Also, I took senior photos today for two people who go to my old high school. (Hah, old high school. I love saying that.) $50 each. $100. I feel so rich, considering I have about 2 cents in my bank account. (just kidding. It's actually $9ish.)

Annnddd, someone asked me to show 10 of my photographs in a gallery opening and include price. I'm very honored to be ask, and that's more money coming in. Life is finally starting to come together for me, and all around college time; the perfect time for a new start. So far, I have one photo framed:

Turned out pretty nicely for my first attempt at framing my own work.

Here's a picture of Jer because I felt like it.

And a photo whose beauty is timeless, especially in the background. (click on it for a better view):

SYTYCD finale.

Congrats, Jeanine! You truly deserve it.

(I was so happy, I screamed and danced around my room. I think I scared Jeremiah.)

She is so gorgeous, and a beautiful dancer. Hooray!

99 might as well be 1 to me.

I had such a nice dream last night. I was with Nigel Lythgoe from SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance - the abbreviation is so much easier), and we were in this office, and I was receiving a scholarship for $2,000. Also, I was awarded 99th best dancer in the country out of 100. (I don't mind - I was just glad to be on the list!) Nigel was awarded the 4th best. Later, I went to this fancy ceremony/dinner party in a giant mansion. I was wearing a very elegant orange sleek, long dress, and there were many other dancers there at the party. I got to hang out with them, and we were all laughing and taking photos and having a great time.

I've decided that that's how I need to approach life. I just need to get myself out there and not be afraid of who I am and how I come across to other people. If people like me, great! If not, oh well.

Also, I just realized that the way I started this post, it sounds like my dream was a sex dream with Nigel Lythgoe.



Hey, he's a dancer...at least he's limber.

A lull.

This past Saturday, my town held its annual Festival of Summer in the square. Unfortunately, it felt like anything but summer; it was cold, rainy, and the skies were gray. They had a stage set up for promotion of companies and just cool things to watch and such. My mom recruited the boy and I to help promote zumba at her yoga/fitness studio, which was rocky at first, but then after we got going, the performance went pretty well. Later on, I went back over with my ballet studio to perform a "condensed" condensed version of "Rodeo". It was cool because when it was my turn to do my duet, a patch of sun came out and shone right down on my partner and I. It was also the best performance we did together!

Ahh, how things fall into place.

Now, I have nothing to do with myself until school starts. My ballet intensive is over, my zumba class is over, anndd...I'm already bored. I have no idea what I'm going to do until August 29th.

And now I'm sitting here, biting my nails, trying to think of something to write. Blaaaah.

Hopefully something exciting will happen soon.


Amy OUT.



(eww.)