for you

+ for all the boys i knew that when we were growing up imitated and wanted to move like Michael Jackson.
+ for all the times we did Thriller in some classroom, park, or on some street corner.
+ for EVERY dancer who channels MJ in some way, and every great dancer and choreographer that clearly cites him as the reason why they believed they could dance...
+ for every time we play "Someday at Christmas" during the Holidays
+ for every Michael Jackson influenced routine I ever did
+ for that time Gina won best solo for her MJ impression
+ for everytime we sing his lyrics during everyday conversation (do you "remember the tiiiiime"?)
+ for every dance video breakdown!

you are a pop icon.
you were different, but we loved you anyways.
you will always be remembered.
you were a gift from God.

I don't dwell on the past, and after today I will just smile when you are mentioned. I don't know anyone in this world that wasn't hurt today. There are other things going on in the world yes, and you can't smell the flowers we send you anymore.

But you deserve respect. And you have our love. You will be missed.

the many times...

Good God, finding somewhere to live in NY is beyond stressful.
Its even harder when I have a dream job on my mind in DC and wish I could just apply for it now and stay...

crossroads

so i'm pretty sure we've all asked the question : "what is wrong with me?" in the midst of our relationship troubles.

usually, everyone is reassuring and says: "nothing!" "it takes time" or some equivalent BS.

what happens on the day when someone answers you?
you feel weird, that's what happens. its unbelievably odd to actually receive an answer, and know that they are right.

successful

i wish i had better words to say.

in the hands of the saints

i think my blogging is constantly hindered by my thinking too fast, i usually figure shit out before i have the time to write down how annoyed or whatever i am about it. i get around to it and its not relevant, i've mentally moved on.


i think that's funny.

i was going through my portfolio, i just want to create some wacked out art and dance like i used to, got some free time coming up, its on...

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even when all my dreams are coding on the table, flatlining, i'm still thinking of you. fml.

you is real real right girl.

not much going on and everything going on all at the same time.

>> sometimes i enjoy that awkward creepers find their way around me, cause honestly, it leaves me with an amazing story to tell.

>> it feels so good not to have rehearsals on tues and thurs now. thesis concert done. i feel creative and free.

>> and i've started dreaming of you. go figure.

i'm going to blog with more pictures. yeah, that's it.

leave this part empty

my life has not been the same since i met you and i don't know what the fuck i'm supposed to do with that.

i wrote this a while back (2/15) and thought it inappropriate and confusing, but so is life, right?