twenty.four.

you know what's embarrassing?
ballet class, that's what.
honestly, there are people in a beginning
[did you get that? i'll say it again]
BEGINNING
ballet class
and they have taken...
i don't know...
18 years of ballet.
is this fair?
i think not.
so whilst some of us are stumbling through simple combinations
[and i do mean stumbling]
they gracefully and perfectly lift lovely feet and dainty hands
as if they've been doing this all their life...
oh wait.
they have.
furthermore!
they stand in the back, making beginners and stumblers
like myself
stand front and center.
it's laughable, really.
though quite unfair.
i haven't felt so awkward since i was 15 and gangly.
however. i maintain some hope that someday i'll be like that.
balancing and leaping and detailed footwork all as easy as breathing.
until then...

in slightly more uplifting news i got a 100 for my first speech.
[i think she gave everyone 100, so this is not incredibly amazing, but still noteworthy.]

today is love is the movement.
i wrote love on my arm.

i need to go and finish a booku of homework, and i will listen to some musica.
have yourself a smashing day.

-christina

p.s. i'd like to read "persuasion" next, if only because of "the lake house."