shorty had them apple bottom jeans.

i am never going to be a hip-hop dancer.
when the instructor stands, all he has to do is stand and he looks like a dancer.
his existence is a dance.
my legs are far too long and thin to be a hip-hopper.
normally one wouldn't complain about length and thinness of legs, but right now it sucks.
i had this realization today, along with the fact that i am both too graceful and too clumsy (yes, at the same time) for the badass roughness of hip-hop.
this is a very sad thing to me, and upon understanding this fact, i seriously considered coming home and crying (real tears out of my eyes) for a very long time about it.
now, thinking slightly more rationally, i cannot comprehend what that would accomplish.
of course, there would be the cathartic, purged feeling that accompanies loss (in this case, the loss of my dreams to dance like a pro), but then what?
i will never be a dancer.
that sucks.
the end.

intriguing thought of the day.

blank.

oh man.

i live with a boy. what a weird thing.

salaud.

i cant stop listening to the song 'salaud' on youtube. jesus.
i saw luc plamondon walking down sherbrooke street a few weeks ago.
i would not know who that was if it weren't for cass, and i won't pretend i would.

i'm moving tomorrow, move # 2 out of three for the summer.
i'm going to live with a boy.
a male.
masculine.
he's a dj and he plays football and he drinks egg out of a glass.
(i know, eh.)

there are many fruit flies in youmna's sink.
i don't mind them as much as that time there were fleas at julia's.

i had mat kill a massive bee today.

i make many smoothies.

today i found myself wondering if i miss scott too much,
or love him too much.
that's a healthy state of mind to be in.

all in all, life is bitchin'.