“I have a crush on one of them,” this girl appeared out of nowhere, and slid next to me. “That one, right there,” she pointed and I looked at her, still trying to figure out where she came from. 

There is this girl who always puts on lotion during class. and red lipstick. and drinks coffee out of straws. and brings muscle milk. and leaves it in the middle of the floor while we are doing center work!!! ! "I know George Balanchine would have a panic attack if we were in his class!" I thought to myself as I stood as far away from her as possible.

In terms of other things in my life, work has been exhausting mixed with dance (is it me or am I always eating, sleeping, or in the shower?)and I had the grueling task this week of returning things to someone I once dated. It’s as if I was hanging onto something selfishly, instead of letting it go.

Also, I also almost started crying during warm ups, because the guy playing the piano was amazing, and he loves music so much, that you can tell by the way he closes his eyes and gets all caught up.