i just got back from an open mic/poetry event at hampshire college. of course, Amanda and I were going initially as third wheels to a supposed friend going to see a certain ex read/host a certain slam poetry event, but I ended up reaping more benefits than I had ever imagined. The featured poet, an Ohio native whose name currently escapes me, was beautiful. Everything from her healthy skin, her hair sprinkled with bolts of grey, her smile, her slight top-center gap, her coy and misleading nature... I was obsessed. I tussled up the courage to speak to her after the ring leader of this adventure made the gesture first. After talking about random things, the poet mentioned that she liked looking up at me during her readings -- apparently I was really engaged and absorbed in the face. I was, so this information didn't embarass me. What wasn't to enjoy? The way she enunciated words, her manner of somehow involving alcohol in almost every stanza, her smile in between poems... the hour she filled up flew by way too fast.
I need to work on my own art. I've been dancing a lot. And it feels good. That's all that matters (besides my little extracurricular, Argentinian joys... and poetry).
I've been thinking about Idan Cohen all day. I've been replaying that phrase over and over in my head. The bruise on my arm is like a trophy to me now; the swelling has gone down and the resultant red patch is more like a celebratory tattoo. I will be doing it again today and I am scared. Tally-mothafuckin'-ho. Doing too much of everything physical this week. Besides what I might tell you in person, I'm happy to be working so hard. My life has gained so much meaning in dancing stories that I'm even losing memory of myself before creative movement came along. 2010 has brought me many realizations already and I plan to take them and my new haircut very far :)
i gave some amazing dancing on stage (if i do say so myself), sang at a black student event, coordinated decorations for a 5-college party and was dumped by my boyfriend. "dumped" is a little strong, but he just wants "to be friends." smart readers will have perched their alert lips by now. a quick side-eye will suffice as well.
Giovanni, my iPod touch, is secretly the best thing that's ever happened to me. Sadly, he has taken the forefront as my traveling music buddy over Shirley and Geraldine. I name my iPods. The story behind their names is kinda cute, though, so no need for the shade that I see building inside you! I make sure they are all charged as the need arises :) One great perk of the iTouch is the ability to access the internet when you have a good connection; as I've learned to link my college mail to GMail, I can check and respond to messages on the go. You see me.
Miley Cyrus is ruining my life. Her song, "Party in the USA" is disgustingly addicting and I look around me each time it comes on my iPod. I especially hate my attachment to the song because of an interview snippet I witnessed on VH1's The Soup -- she doesn't listen to "Jay-Z song"s or any rap at all! She told the interviewer that she hadn't written the song, was surprised that it got as popular as it has and never had a "Jay-Z song" in mind when singing it! Mississippi goddamn. Over it! Get her away from me!
Schoolwork is getting crazy. It's coming down to the final stretch in terms of my Performance Project piece (a piece I'm choreographing in fulfillment of my Performance Studio class at Amherst College this semester). I can't seem to get my dancers together at good times for rehearsal. I've canceled a bunch of rehearsals due to the other performances I'm a part of, so I can't even blame them fully. Ugh, I'm gonna have to cut a lot of my material because I'm not happy with it, and I don't want to show shitty shit. The dancers may not like it but, at this point, the fat needs to be trimmed and that may mean less face time for people on stage. I'm reserving a "bye" for anyone who has a problem with that too, hello?
My body is cracking and crunching, and I'm over it. I hear it when I'm dancing and my right index finger now needs to be cracked to stop this random jutting pain that I feel. I'm not going to harm this body before its time! I have big dance dreams and I will be successful. I've been eating way better than I normally do and I'm proud of myself. I'm slowly getting to the shape I want to be in as a dancer but, as always, I'm happy in my skin.
I'm in a relationship right now, and it's progressing. He's planned to come see me at school this weekend; it should be fun to show him my talents. It's crunch time and I am in four performances this weekend (three being identical) and I'm going to make an appearance at the AC Pride Alliance party this Saturday night. As eventful as this weekend will be, I hope to have some intimate time with him. Not even completely in the sexual sense, but I'd like to just spend time with him. It'll be hard, but it's something to look forward and I think that we need it. I think we really need quality time.
