better late then never, right?

Hello All --

Sorry for the late post, but I've been quite busy as of late. I had Martin come stay with me for about five days, and the day after he left, my mother went to the hospital for surgery. Tomorrow I am cleaning/taking care of my mother. Then I am heading over a few towns to stay with my great grandmother for the rest of the day/night/next day. After that I'm heading to the airport to pick up Simon and I'll be spending time with him until I drop him off at his university in New York City. Whoaa, I'm a busy lady.

I had a lot of fun with Martin when he came to stay with me in New York. My family stuffed him with as much food as they possibly could. Haha. Sharon and I had planned for her to drive to my house the day after his arrival to surprise him. She stayed from Friday-Sunday. It was a pretty busy visit, actually. We went to the beach, Queens, my brother's surprise party, a baseball game, New York City, to the shops, lots of places. I'm pretty sure I terrified both Martin and Sharon with my driving skills. Although we did end up at our destinations alive and all in one piece. Haha.
It was fun having Martin around, I'm really glad that he came to visit me in New York. I miss him a lot.

Today, I sent in my choreography proposals for dance this semester at Arcadia. I don't really know what song I want to choreograph to, so I proposed three songs. Haha. I'm totally uninspired lately. I know that I want to choreograph a lyrical number, so thats really my only jumping off point. I guess I should head to the dance studio as soon as I can and get to working. I think I need to be in my dance environment to get some inspiration. I hope I get some ideas into my noggin soon.

Challenge Time!

Shipa: First off, I fucking hate rude strangers. THIS ONE DAY, I was having a really bad day. Work sucked, my friends were fighting, it was just a shitty day. I went to 7/11 to get some iced coffee and as I was leaving, my phone rang, so I had my coffee in one hand and my phone in the other. I was walking towards the SEE THROUGH GLASS DOOR with my hands full, I couldn't open the door, I had to ram into it with my hip. Meanwhile, on the other side of the door was a fully able bodied man watching me struggle. FINALLY I get the door open, and forgive me, if I don't hold the door for this douchebag man, since I couldn't hold the door and walk through it at the same time. He bumps into me, hurting me and says, "THANKS FOR HOLDING THE DOOR BITCH" What. The. Fuck. I couldn't hold the door for my fucking self, how could I hold the door for that dickhead? I responded with "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE" to which he had no response.

I think you can all think of a time when I wasn't sober and acted a fool. How about that time I swore I was able to walk from Amsterdam to America? Or the time I kept having people in Lindop light my finger on fire. Why don't you comment and tell me your favorite un-sober memory of me. That's my challenge.

I know I didn't complete all the challenges & I'm sorry, but I'm bloody exhausted. I miss you all, a lot. It's almost been one year since we've met. =D

love you much,
xtine