An excellent weekend.
I learned to eat fire, practiced tracing (no new techniques in the advanced class, but still good), learned some new drills to work on my poi and fans.
I read Nick Woolsey's book, Emails from Over the Edge, which is highly excellent and I recommend it.
I suffered some bad-head space the first couple of days, but pulled out of it enough to enjoy most of the weekend, even if I mostly spun the last night and didn't go to terribly many classes.
Danielle and I Kicked Some Ass. I mananged not to freak out, so the act went well. The Q&A after was pretty harsh, but later people came up to me and told me they loved it and one girl said I was "a poi rock star"!
Elias and I may move to Asheville, NC in January to preform/make costumes/sell toys/link people in the community. We'll see how serious he actually is about this tomorrow.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Graduated like a measuring cup
And not enjoying it at all.
Every time I listen to the music that used to make me happy, that held so many memories of everything from painting the Shiva, to spinning fire, to just hanging out, I feel like I've been punched in the stomach. Tracking Treasure Down is the worst.
Still not employed. This is a problem, as I am rapidly running out of money.
I don't like living at home. I don't like not being able to go wherever I want, whenever I want. My mom never says no precisely, just guilt trips me. Yes, I know Mike has been out til 4 every night all week, so you haven't slept, and this is the one night hes in the house. But this is the night MY friends are going out, and I haven't been out all week. F my life.
I need to get some serious art done, and finish cleaning, write more thank you notes, send more resumes, etc. But to hell with productivity. I'm going to walk to the lake and spin some poi and maybe draw for a bit.
Tomorrow I'm going up to Vassar to see Danielle and work out an act for Wildfire's performance class.
Every time I listen to the music that used to make me happy, that held so many memories of everything from painting the Shiva, to spinning fire, to just hanging out, I feel like I've been punched in the stomach. Tracking Treasure Down is the worst.
Still not employed. This is a problem, as I am rapidly running out of money.
I don't like living at home. I don't like not being able to go wherever I want, whenever I want. My mom never says no precisely, just guilt trips me. Yes, I know Mike has been out til 4 every night all week, so you haven't slept, and this is the one night hes in the house. But this is the night MY friends are going out, and I haven't been out all week. F my life.
I need to get some serious art done, and finish cleaning, write more thank you notes, send more resumes, etc. But to hell with productivity. I'm going to walk to the lake and spin some poi and maybe draw for a bit.
Tomorrow I'm going up to Vassar to see Danielle and work out an act for Wildfire's performance class.
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