The Past Two Days = The Epitome of Laziness

So these past two days, I've done absolutely nothing. Hahaha! I've sat my butt on my computer all day either working on homework, watching a movie, figuring out scheduling, or chatting on Skype. I've also been looking into a few internship opportunities as well and talking back and forth with my parents about it. Thursday, we actually ended up with a Snow Day. For any regular college kid, this is the perfect opportunity to ditch school, sleep in, and go out on the town, maybe some sightseeing, laugh with friends. And what did I do? Slept in until almost 10:30 am (I think I'm still on CA time because I'm draggin' every day), got up, watched Daddy Long Legs starring Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron, made lunch, watched Royal Wedding with Fred Astaire and Jane Powell, made dinner and fnished watching until almost 2AM. So, naturally, I skype with some friends and sleep in the next day. I woke up this morning around 10:30AM, I don't have classes today. Got on skype with Mr. Matt Sawtelle around 11AM and chatted for about an hour. I went to "toasties" deli for a sandwich and soda for lunch. I came back and started watching Hollywood Musicals of the '40s. Then, I did a little research on Miss Judy Garland. She is like....the exact same life of Michael Jackson. Awful parents, forced to do things, incredible talent, never quite getting her love life right, and dying young due to all of the pressures of paparazzi, MGM studios, and even her own mother. Due to "prescription" drugs MGM gave her at the age of 18 to make her get more thin, she eventually got addicted to them and rehab did not exist then. With minor help from a hypnotist and because her marriages kept failing, she had to battle it out on her own. Addictions are hard, folks. She died at the age of 47 from an accidental drug overdose, but no one knows exactly why or how, since she was with her husband the whole time. She left behind, I think, two daughters. Liza Minelli, who was also an amazing talent, and Lorna Luft. And one son, T. Luft. Her life was very interesting, yet hard. What I simply did not understand was why MGM even hired her in the first place if they didn't know what to do with her and, more importantly make her change her entire look, including nose discs so her nostrils wouldn't flare (wierd??), false teeth to acheive a perfect smile, and odd ways to make her thinner. Why do all of that when you can just find someone else with plenty of talent and the look you desire? Why make her go through all of that at age 17? That's awful. Anyway, after finishing that movie, I decided to actually do something today, so I spring cleaned the bathroom and kitchen. They were both a pig sty. After which, I had a short phone call with my mom and then performed for my creative practices class at Arizona State via Skype. After that, we are to the present. I am sitting here, eating Mac and cheese for dinner with some water and maybe an apple if I feel like it....watching more Netflix...no plans for tomorrow....or Sunday.....hmmmm...So far New York is NOT what everyone said it would be......Am I doing something wrong??...Well, besides my laziness the past few days....I can't make friends to go hang out with. It's just not working out....

A Post Created Because My Friends Call Me A Meany....

So, at approximately 2 o'clock pm Eastern Standard Time on January 24th, 2011, Miss Sylvia Bargellini and myself both went onto Netflix to watch "Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealer". A 1985 cartoon movie was an 85 minute infestation of rainbows, fuzzy trolls, and ridiculousness. In fact, Wikipedia sums it up pretty well, saying, " In the film, Rainbow Brite tries to bring spring to an Earth that is already facing a perpetual winter. She must stop a wicked princess who wants all of Spectra, a planet-sized diamond through which all the light in the universe has to go through."....Yeah....So there were many odd characters. You had Rainbow Brite, the magical little 6 year old with a humongous hair-do that made Spring magically appear and her multi-colored friend, the gay talking horse, Starlite. Some othe characters was the spoiled brat of a princess with a PET emerald! She'd walk it, give it commands, pet it, and give it unconditional love. In the end, she sacrificed it into order to fuel her getaway ship. What the heck?! We were laughing the entire time. Then, Star Brite's practically fiance who pretends to be a girl hater, owns the BEST character in this movie. On-X the talking robot who blocks bullets, saves lives, and yells, "danger, danger" 5 seconds before the attac, was the most amazing character in this film. I want a pet robot horse. There was a random evil villian with no talent whatsoever and the usual dumb sidekick for "comic relief". I don't even remember their names. Rainbows were puked everywhere and of course, spring magically appeared with 5 seconds of victory. The most ridiculous thing about this is the fact that these two 6 year old "heros" who keep losing their powers and then somehow get them back, could have avoided SO many obstacles by simply owning a bit of common sense.....Anyways, Sylvia and I had some laughs and our Skype conversation has been saved for definite future reference. Sylvia is an amazing friends. Not only does she watch dumb, children movies with me, she's caring and an amazing friend. What would I do without her? LOVE.

January 26, 2011 Subway Insanity

So today started off as a normal day....wow that sentence was cliche. Anyway, I went to these dumb Ballet and Tap classes again. They're so easy I'm yawning in class now. It's bad. Anyway...I then went to the Postmodern Dance class I have once a week through Gallatin School of Individual Study. It was great! The class reminded me a lot of ASU. Then I found out that my teacher, Leslie Satin, went to school with one of the dance professors at ASU. Small world. It was a great class. We ended early so I don't know how I'm going to get through 2 hours and 45 minutes of that. Oi...After that I made my way home and defrosted for a bit. I grabbed something to eat and did my online course at ASU. Apparently it was somewhat of a success. Overall, a good class. At 3pm this time, I went to Billy Felz office. He's my advisor. I wanted to switch my schedule around to get some more challenging and enticing classes. He couldn't do much for me, although he tried very hard. He gave me about 6 other classes that I could join if I wished. I'm looking through them now to see if I'd like to have any and make a whole new schedule. Because the one right now sucks pretty badly. After all of this, I got a text from Hannah Wright. She wanted to go to dinner. I was totally down for that. BUT, she lives on Wall Street, which means I had to take the subway. She told me to take the 4,5,6 down. First of all, specify which one, 4,5, or 6?! There were at least 4 different subways for each one....It took me forever to find them. Then, I realized that I didn't know where to get off on the subway. I slowly backed away and tried to call her. No reception. I started freaking out in my head. I didn't want to get on a subway, realize that Wall Street is not a stop, get off somewhere random, and be lost, alone, and cold all night long. PASS. Not in NYC. So I held back tears of frustration and just left...who knows how much money I wasted on my metro pass. I went to a Walgreens for a soda and walked home. Tears just kept coming. I kept asking myself, "WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!?!" I feel like it gets worse and more frustrating everyday. My roommates are so kind and make it sound so easy, but it's not. At one point, my dad and I were discussing my scheduling over the phone. I'm beginning to consider just ditching everything and heading back to ASU for the semester. I don't know how much more I can take....I call upon Heavenly Father for help and He has been amazing in keeping me safe and mostly warm. But I don't know what I'm doing here. I feel like I'm not benefiting from any of this, I get lost all the time, and just missing home. It's just not worth the sadness or tears. I didn't know I was capable of this many tears....

January 25, 2011

Well, this is a tad late but it is still the beginning of the semester!! As many of my fellow college students know, a new school, a new life, new friends, all that jazz, is rough. Unless you're in a sorority, in which case you buy your friends, it can be diffiult finding things to do on a Saturday night besides watching Netflix with a box of tissues and double fudge chocolate chip chunk chocolate ice cream. Coming to New York was very exciting. I get to be in one of the most busy and amazing places in the world, let alone the United States. I get to explore the Big Apple at my leisure and on top of that, take classes through New York Univeristy, one of the best private schools in the US. However, not all goes according to plan. My dad came with me on our flight out here and I was ecstatic the entire trip. In fact, I sat next to Zoe Berman, a junior at NYU. We chatted about school and finding the way around town and I got even more excited! When we landed, I got my first taxi ride! We lugged all my suitcases in the trunk, crossed the bridge and ended up at the Chelsea Inn, an adorable 30's original mini-hotel. We enjoyed a good night sleep (after watching David Letterman of course) and we were up with jetlag at 9am the next day. Now the 20th of January, we walked over to get my NYU ID, a piece of cake. Afterwards we checked into my dorm and threw all my suitcases in my room. Alicia and Stephanie are my two suitemates, both seem really nice. I unpacked all my clothes and hung them and folded them and walked around the apartment. My dad hooked up my computer. We realized my stuff in two boxes we sent off did not arrive. We ended up walking all the way to Houston, quite a walk people, to get them and took a taxi back. Due to jetlag, not sleeping well, excitement and walking, I got tired very fast. To make matters worse, my dad and I had computer trouble and I ended up losing everything on my computer. I am still redownloading programs onto my desktop and hoping that viruses won't attack my poor defenseless laptop. My dad is sending all the disks I need via mail and should be here tomorrow.

From there, things got worse. Saturday the 22nd rolled around and I was all moved in and went grocery shopping. I spent the whole morning on my bed watching my dad work on my computer some more....and then....I had to say goodbye. At Arizona State, it didn't seem as hard. I knew he was a half a days drive away, grandma and my aunt lived close by, and the LDS Institute was a great place to make friends. I am Mormon and a lot of institutions set up space to build a Mormon church and activity area where we can take religion classes, just like school, during the day, go to church, mingle and hang out, have activities, and YES, date. But at NYU, home is across the country. There is not an institute building here. Just a small chapel down 3 blocks. The closest family are in Virginia. I would be alone. He gave me a hug to say goodbye and I could hear him holding back his tears as he squeezed me tighter. I did the best to hold mine but I am such a boob....I saw him walk down the hall and the last thing he said was, "Smile. Be happy like you always are." Someone across from my room came out and I didn't want them seeing my crying there so I quickly shut the door. He left and I looked out the hall again. The elevator closed and he was gone. No one was in the apartment. I completely lost control and balled my eyes out. I cried for a good ten minutes and debating in my mind if I should run after him.....I regret that I didn't. I could not keep myself from streaming tears down my face. But I knew I was meeting up with Hilary Keyes, a girl I met through a friend at Arizona State. 15 minutes later, my eyes were dried up and I was layered up to defeat the bitter cold. I met Hilary at Union Square and explained why I was late. She responded saying I needed comfort food. We went to S'macs, a Mac and Cheese restaurant that take great pride in their work. It tasted deeeeeelicious!! After that we walked around "campus" a bit and got to know each other. She headed home about 2 hours later and I went back to the dorm. I sat there. Wishing I could see my dad....

Sunday the 23rd rolled around and I was excited for a new day and church to lean on. If anyone understood my lonliness and frustration, it was Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I went hoping I would meet someone....and I did. Hannah Wright and Jared Greco were easy to slip into conversation with and we got along as if we were old pals all three hours of church. We exchanged numbers and I felt spiritually uplifted on top of that. I met the bishop who seemed sweet, and went home happy.

Monday the 24th was the first day of school. I had 8am Tap class and 9:30am Ballet class. Both were extremely easy and under my level. I was very irritated with it all...Those were the only two classes I had that day. I went home without breaking a sweat and looked up dance studios, their class rates, their work studies, all day. I ran errands, made my meals, and worked on my online classes. I have an online class via video chat at ASU. It was amazing to see my dancers again.

Today! Tuesday the 25th was much better. I had a hint of hopefulness enter my life. I went to a 9:30 Jazz class this morning and it felt great!! The dancers in the class seemed to have some experience. I worked hard and plan to work harder as the teacher is very motivating. That is what I wanted. I felt good to just dance and be myself. Ever since I got here I haven't felt like me, very shy and intimidated all the time. After which I walked to PMT Dance Studio where Pavan Thimmiah, a well known dancer, runs the place. I applied for work study there and after an interview, got the gig!! I'm excited to put it on my resume and begin working in exchange for 2-3 free classes. I work Thursday nights 6-9pm. I then walked all the way back to school to take a Politics in Public Policy class....by this time I realized I hadn't eaten anything and was STARVING. After it was over, I checked out a Nutrition class I signed up for, couldn't take it anymore, and left early to eat and drop the class. I was home around 3:30 and went to "Toasties" for a DELICIOUS cooked philly sandwich and gingerale. I came back home and worked on homework, fiddled on Facebook, talked on Skype, and whatever else I felt like doing. Tonight we had a floor meeting at 9pm. My RA seems super nice. Her name is Jessica. On top of all of this, I received an email this afternoon about a summer internship in many places including Barcelona, LA, NY, Coasta Rica, London, Chicago, and Hong Kong. I plan to apply. I could easily get a Talent Agencies or Casting Internship along with AMAZING site seeing, classes, guest speakers, and job opportunities. No way will I have a boring summer!! That covers almost all of it. It's now 11:20 and I have an 8am class tomorrow. The tap teacher made me his assistant. We'll see how that goes. Night....