Blogging Part I

Who am I kidding? Part I is a misnomer. I probably have no intention of following up with another blog. Does it even matter?
No, not especially.

Today is Friday. I'm blogging for the first time this year. It feels strangely like blogging last year. It's really not that strange, but strangely seemed to heighten the exclamation. So maybe I should say something. Something like what's happening this year, or this semester, or something like that. I don't believe in the word should.

Ah, ha. I feel I have made a discovery. This feeling is the same feeling I get when I say "no" in an improvisational skit. It completely halts the flow of any kind of motion that was there before and then all the sudden I'm standing on stage wondering why. Why am I here? Right here, right now. What is going on? The answer I keep coming back to is - I don't know.

I thought I knew at one point in my life, when things were simpler and seemed to connected in a semi-rational manner. Now, though, everything just swirls around me a lot of the time *cue profound metaphor.*
I guess I'm just being human again. Day in and day out (please pardon the cliche) I am wandering around on earth with my tasks and my feelings; eating, sleeping, thinking. Sometimes I read or move the laundry.

One thing I have noticed is that since I've been growing my hair out, I always wear it in a ponytail. I feel this may be why I cut it off in the first place. My boyfriend says he thinks I look better with my hair down. Oh, I have a boyfriend now, and I am not ashamed to admit it. That's new. The boys I've dated in the past have been what I wanted at the time, I suppose, but now it's better.

School is starting back soon, a week from yesterday. I'm looking forward to this semester in a way I didn't last semester. I anticipate it will be a good year full of wonder and discovery. I have lots of things to look forward to in terms of classes: acting, improv, singing, opera, and other things. Though there is only one thing I approach this semester with something like dread: movement.

Movement was the bane of my life last semester, and my movement teacher was the only one who gave me a 'B' out of the 7 classes I took. Thus bringing my GPA down to a 3.94. I was more than a little upset by that, but I'm getting over it. She did what she felt she had to do for whatever reason. It's certainly an opportunity to practice grace.

It's time to wrap this up. I'm approaching what might be considered long-winded.
Ciao for now.