This is the face of someone who just finished reading AND watching the entire Harry Potter series for the first time.

My life is over.

I took it upon myself to try on G’s hat last night. It’s a size 7 and 7/8, and apparently they are only made to a size 8. He’s got the biggest dome in America.

And I have the smallest.

I HAVEN’T MADE A LIST IN A REALLY LONG TIME, SO HERE GOES:

• I’ve felt so unbloggy lately, and I’m not entirely sure why. I guess my life hasn’t been too too exciting. it’s really all the same. rehearsal. teaching. work. the only new real excitement is G.
• BUT. I told myself I wasn’t going to get all bloggy about G and how things are going in that sense. (really great though, by the way). I’ve got feelings about it all, but I don’t feel like the internet is the place for me to to put them right now. sorry.
• today I started watching this season of Drag Race (without having watched any previous episodes really) just to see what the fuss was about. I see what the fuss is about.
• for all you Potterheads, I’m having a bit of a hard time getting through Book 6. I don’t know why. I’m still in it to win it, but something about this year… I just want to get through it so I can watch the movie and move on to the Grand Finale and cry my eyes out for the rest of my life because it’s over and I’m STILL not a wizard.
• I (still. continuously. forever.) don’t know what I’m doing with my hair. so I’m stuck looking like a Q-tip. probably until I change professions.
• I still can’t wait to move to NYC. someone make it happen tomorrow please.
• I didn’t know what kind of face I was expecting to make in a bed-phone picture, but then my flash was really wicked bright so I went for the nothing look. bro-ing it up I guess.
• but I do think I totally captured a ghost in this picture. probably not, but whatever.
• I can’t think of anything else.
• love you all. except for a few of you.

[ADDENDUM: this picture looked far less when it was small. I promise I’m not an angsty meathead who always looks like he’s going to vomit. I smile!]

gpoy tonight.

so, I was just trolling the internet, and found this random picture on some random website with some random interview with Jon. it’s Jon going over something with me in some unknown rehearsal. I can’t tell what the HELL I’m possible doing, or why I’m in such an awfully awkward position, but I AM wearing heather pink sweatpants, and my muscles DO look a little big, and Kristen IS on the floor almost spread eagle behind me.

so it’s pretty funny to stumble upon all these things on the internet.

Rachael decided to go through her massive amount of clothing to get rid of some stuff. today’s project was dance clothing. here are just a few of the items she offered to hand down to me.

hashtag what I wore today?

sometimes, when I’m chilly, I like to take a cue from my mother and simply drape cardigans over my shoulders.

sometimes I also like to sit in the dark. and take pictures of myself draping.

I’m like an Olsen. I’m awake 3 hours a day just to drink and change my outfit.

gratuitous picture and yourself and your friend Rachel at your friend Cesar’s going away party conveniently located at the house of a dude who has a professional photo studio in his basement.

oh yeah, and being back in Chicago is still rocking.

life, right?

I think having to work on Halloween night totally warrants wearing a leopard print bow tie.

it’s been a while, so here we go:

1. It’s 4:22am. who wants to watch Hocus Pocus with us?
2. “Us” being me, Guino, and my duvet.
3. I’ll be back in Chicago in one month (for 17 straight days). I’m so beyond excited.
4. There were reports of snow in some parts of Buffalo today. I didn’t see any, thank god. I would have punted a child.
5. Lately I’ve spent more time working at the store than I have dancing. I didn’t move here to style rich people, and I didn’t move here to teach children. I moved here to dance. I uprooted my fabulous life in Chicago to move to this town to dance. and here I am, drunk on a Friday morning NOT having to wake up and go to rehearsal.
6. I sat here for five minutes thinking of a spectacular number 6, and too many things came to mind. So just picture me spitting a lot of feelings out and putting them here. if you’re thinking it, I’m probably feeling it too. the end.

this hat makes me look a little more bro-y and a little less Elphaba with a facial mask singing Les Miserables ballads, huh?

gratuitous picture of your Friday/Saturday

so the last few days at work (well let me clarify. rehearsal. not that other job) have been kinda eh. and it’s not the first time I’ve felt this way. now don’t get me wrong. I love what I do, and who I do it with, and who I do it for. but sometimes it’s just, you know. and I’m lucky. I’m a dancer and I’m working with an incredible company. and I know how many unemployed dancers there are out there looking for opportunities to just dance and be on the stage. opportunities probably half as good as what I have now.

but still. something else is beckoning me and I feel like it’s NYC. cliche, I know, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the city lately and I feel like it has to be my next move. I’ve been inadvertently putting it off since basically high school, and I think the time has come. and by time I mean next spring/summer.

SO. to make this post a little less FEELINGSY, here’s a picture of me from the last time I was in NYC. I’ve appropriately annotated the picture to give a little insight:

• people labeled with BF are my friends’ boyfriends.
• people labeled with F are friends of any given boyfriend (connected by an arrow).
• people labeled with ??? are who the fuck knows.
• appendages labeled with X should be ignored and chocked up to the fact that I was drunk.

see you soon, New York.