Last Day at STC

Wow, you know... you hope and you pray and eventually the right thing happens.

Today is my last day at STC. Tomorrow was supposed to be, but... well... it's not anymore!

There will be much drinking tonight in celebration. Not like DRUNK drinking, but social celebratory toasting and raising of the glass of Cider or Magarita... depending on which bar you find me at.

So. I am a little nervous about my new job. This is BIG for me! New career (one I actually like) and new people (sort of) as well as a whole new set of responsibilities and duties. WICKAWOWIEWOW! Can't wait. Monday. Whew.

Ummm, and I got a haircut, back to bangs. I liked it on day one (Tuesday) but now I don't like it at all. It looks boyish and amateur... oh well, it'll grow out. At least it's a change! I can't do this all the time. But my next show doesn't perform until late January, so there's plenty of time to grow them to a manageable length before then. Schwah.

Annnnnd I did the stretch class again last night... for some reason I am stiffer now than before. Shouldn't STRETCH be making me more pliable? Hmmm. Hey, Becca, maybe you should move out here and we can take class together! Haha! That would get us into a LOT of trouble, just like the good ol' days at Dance Conservatory. Man, I love not going pro! MYB is a little intimidating because their alumni are apparently incredible. Just so you know. But my classes have thus far not been intimidating.

Pandora Radio. Rocks.

PUNCH - nothing much to report yet except that I feel good about the show! Come see it in November! BLOOD! eat.fuck.kill.