This may be the first semester where I will like all of my classes. So far, all of my English classes will be covering good literature and none of my teachers appear to be demons in disguise. Usually my classes start out fine but then the teachers start breathing fire and the literature turns out to be the most boorish forms of classic slop. Blah! I don't think that is going to happen this semester.
Dance-wise I finished up my auditions this afternoon for Gold II Latin and Standard. I think I did all right considering that I hadn't danced the audition dances (rumba and foxtrot) in four months. I'll find out tomorrow if I got in.
I'm struggling right now to think of relevant things to say.
Oh wait! Can I just rant a little bit about dirty dishes? I hate them. There is a twisted cycle that has been going on in my apartment: I need a dish, I wash said dish, I use dish, I wash dish again, I leave dish in dish thingy, I find dish dirty in sink. . . I hate the dish cycle.
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