This perpetual headache thing is bringing me to the brink of insanity. It just HURTS.
I want a blizzard. A big one. Like 5 feet of snow. I want to be stuck in my house for at least two days and wear a big warm sweater and drink lots of hot chocolate and watch all the movies I’ve been meaning to watch and just really do nothing. That’d be lovely.
I can’t find my old Chinese notebook and it makes me really sad because my notes were nice as hell and I DON’T REMEMBER ANYTHING.
Ms. Clarke is the most adorable human being in the entire planet.
Dance has a weird way of making me feel miserably tired and terribly happy all at the same time.
I did my solo full out three times in a row today. I thought I was gonna vomit.
Life would be perfect if there was a separate 12 hour block of time I could attach to each day that was specifically for sleeping.