Whenever I say I'm taking ballet this quarter everyone laughs but I'm serious. Not only about taking the class but about ballet. Now I don't know if you've ever been a girl taking ballet classes before but on average there is one guy, presumably gay who has a very clingy personality. And just for a little history lesson, 4 out of 10 male ballet dancers are gay until age 13 when that number suddenly increases. This is just from experience and may or may not be true. So anyways this guy sits next to me before class while I was stretching and starts talking. While he gossiped about whatever I side thought to myself about how strange it is that I always only make friends with the gay guy and rarely anyone else. So my mind went off and reasoning became clear. Basically I hate girls, this guy hates girls, we both really like being girls. All I can hope for now is a reliable companion to do all the girly stuff with like drink Diet Coke and go shopping but while never forgetting to keep out the slut scene.

Modern, Contemporary, I love art.

I went to my first study group yesterday after my math class where I realized that in order to get the answers correct all I need to apply is my ability to read the directions. As much as that relieved me I felt like an idiot. Which reminds me about all of the other idiotic things I catch myself doing throughout the day. Mistakes seem to be both the most common thing I do and my ultimate fall down.
I don't know what that whole stupid thing means to me.
What really has meaning to me and involves idiots is celebrity dating. There's something about it, particularly when televised, that I simply can't get enough of. Unfortunately for me I've been living under a rock and Brett Michael's Rock of Love 2 remains foreign. A number of half dike half lesbians get together, show their tits, rub them and as soon as possible let Brett Michaels know he's welcome to bang at his own convenience. The advertisements seem promising and so do the new competitors. What I can hopefully assume is a lot of silicone, making out, shitty fighting and alcohol poisoning.

Good for nothin' Sunday

Now that i have mirror in my room I seem to catch myself in it. There's always something to fix or redo because I know I can make it better. I'm thinking of taking it down.

Not much to say except the rounds are even and any movie with Keanu Reeves I really don't want to watch but I am interested in watching.
Celebrating the 90's went well minus three fourths of the the attending individuals. I kept getting this feeling that there was nobody there that I had wanted to talk to. There was a lot of yelling and some of the worst dance moves. And I don't mean they were funny or even somewhat amusing. So I stood around with my Great Whites, had a good conversation with hardly anyone and practiced my sign language.
I also am hoping I wake up tomorrow and its Friday.

And I almost forgot...

But how could I forget? Today is Al Capone's death day which obviously requires a second post. I missed His birthday, January 17, which makes this an obligation. I'm pretty sure Al Capone was on the "public enemies" list in the 1930's but I don't really KNOW that. I only know a few things about the bootlegging Al Capone like how He got His face slashed on a couple of occasions. Once was because He publicly complimented a lady's ass and another time was because He fucked up some barber's shop for refusing Him a popular Sicilian haircut at the time. He started his gangster career in his teens, died in 1947 and appeared in Family Guy playing cards with Hitler. I also know He did way more fucking awesome stuff and got wildly famous for it. Which is just another reason why Heath Ledger isn't worth it.

Toodles, Heath

So Heath Ledger happened to die this week. It's too bad I never met the guy. Almost simultaneously to His passing I read from a source that more people are alive today than have ever died. This is obviously good news for all of us that I hope will take at least some part in realizing how much it doesn't matter. I mean, the movies are still around. I can still watch Heath express His love for Cat using song and dance on those amphitheater steps whenever I want, regardless of what He's doing, or not doing.

Judy Garland (Wizard of Oz) died in 1969 on the same date, January 22, also from a supposed overdose.