The View From Cloud Nine

How you came across tumblr and how it has changed your life.

A friend told me about tumblr, and now I feel like I have a place to relax and let out my feelings in a productive way.

My exercise habits.

Well, I’m a dancer, so being in shape is pretty important.  I go to class for 2 1/2 hours on Tuesdays, which is 1 1/2 hours of technique and 1 hour of pointe, sometimes partnering.  Then on Thursdays I have 1 1/2 hours of technique and 1/2 hour of pointe.  Some Saturdays I have rehearsal, so I take class for an hour and then pointe for another hour to get warmed up before.  Then my rehearsal is anywhere from 2 to 4 hours long.  I try to stretch on my own time, but it hardly ever happens.  I do go to class half an hour early on Tuesdays to stretch before class.  I also used to have a gym membership and I would go and run and bike.  My usual routine was 3 miles in 10 minutes on the bike followed by a mile at either 6.5 or 7 mph.  Then I would do a sit-up and push-up combo or some other upper body workout.

If I did, I would never sleep.  I just turn off my mind to my thoughts.  Save it for another day, save it for another time.  Sleep.  Off.

And because of this, I have a lot of thoughts floating around in my head that haven’t been fully processed.  Haven’t been fully thought through, revised, or considered.  I don’t even know which should be tossed away.

Having all of these thoughts in my head, that I’m aware of but haven’t fully explored, it’s like being at a party with a room full of people that you know the names of and what they look like, but nothing else.  You can see them, you can sense their presence, but you don’t know enough about them to be sure of if you like them or not.

It gets confusing, when the world inside your mind is no less of a stranger than the world outside.

My favorite season.

Well, I love fall for the changing colors and the fresh starts at school and the fall colors, but I can’t stand the cold.  That’s the reason that I hate winter here: if it’s going to be cold, it might as well snow.  It’s not supposed to be cold just for the sake of being cold.  And spring is nice, but the rain sucks and the constant back and forth between chilly some days and hot the next is exhausting.

So I love summer (:  Freedom of no school, the HEAT, I love it all.

My 3 favorite colors.

Well it changes just about every day, but I’d have to say yellow, lavender, and sky blue.

My closest friends (in no particular order)

You know the guy that everyone has heard of and is kind of weird but still super amazing?  The one who is almost never serious and who you can always trust for some fun times?  The one who, if you’re close to him, you sometimes wonder, how did I get to be friends with such a weirdo?  But then he’ll turn around and you remember that he is one of the nicest and most amazing people that you’ll ever meet.  Well, he is my best friend.

And then the girl who is kind of quiet in class, but if you get her around her friends she is just plain crazy?  Well, she is also my best friend.  We will be discussing philosophy one minute, and the meaning of life and basically dissecting peoples’ brains trying to understand them, and then all of a sudden we’ll get a text and start jumping around the room and throwing our arms in the air like freaks because it’s from a cute boy.  We have basically the same exact minds; we are basically the same people.  We usually like the same boys, are friends with the same people, and think in the same ways.  I write her notes whenever something happens to me so that I won’t forget, and so that when I want to tell her it won’t take me an hour because we have to analyze absolutely every part of my memory.  We are just so close, and we understand each other perfectly.

And then, the friend that many of you may not understand, because many of you only see the first layer of this person.  The guy who may make fun of you if you can take it, who doesn’t know how to express crushes except by teasing… I don’t even see any of that any more.  All I see is one of the nicest people I have ever met.  This guy is ALWAYS there for me, no matter what.  He sticks by my side even when I’m being moody and unpredictable and he understands me.  I can’t even begin to explain how close we are, because I can’t even believe it.  I can tell him everything, and he does the same for me.  He is just amazing.  And I am lucky enough to have him as my best friend.

And then there’s the girl who everyone knows because she is athletic, smart, gorgeous, nice, talented, and cool.  She’s loved by everyone, and we’ve been best friends since elementary school.  Even though I moved we remained close, and I can always go to her for advice.  She’s the friend I talk to about boys and clothes and makeup, and all the girl-y things that I sometimes feel like I miss out on.  I hardly ever get to see her, but when I do, there’s never a lapse period where we have to make sure that we still fit together.  I think that we will always be best friends.

And then, the girl who lives right down the street from me, who I can always laugh with and be myself around, even when she gives me weird looks and just shakes her head.  We don’t always tell each other secrets (I know you’re probably reading this, so.. “What?  There was a bake sale!”) but I still feel super close to her.  We had some tough times a while back, but our friendship has just grown stronger from it.  I look forward to seeing her every day and I love making weird faces at her when people do stupid things to make her laugh.  I love having her as my best friend.

And then there’s.. that boy.  Who you will probably be hearing more obscure references to soon.  We really just became friends last year, but I had an insane obsession with him so we weren’t that close.  But once I stopped obsessing and we DID become close, I realized that my obsessing wasn’t uncalled for.  He is one of the most sincere, nicest guys in existence.  Everybody loves him, because he’s friends with everyone.  He’s smart and athletic and funny, and he’s also pretty cute (just saying).  He comes to me for advice and I to him, and he just makes me so happy when we talk.  I am so glad that we have become so close, because I really would not be the same if I didn’t call him my best friend.

And then my other best friend does not like me right now, for reasons that I will not get in to.  I still love him, though.  He’s awesome.

I love all of these people so so so so so so so much.  It’s not even comprehensible how much I love all of these people.  All are my best friends, and of course there are more, but I’d have to say that these are the closest.  I hardly ever get to see most of them, but when I do, we have the best times and I am constantly reminded of how lucky I am to call them my closest friends.

My tattoos/piercings.

Well, I got my ears pierced last year, and I am not such a big fan, so I will soon go back to having still no tattoos and again no piercings.

How interesting!

Whoohoo!

It makes me think of the 100th day of school.  Remember when it was such a big deal?  When classes would have parties to celebrate with 100s of things to count and play with or 100 words to read or a 100 minute movie to watch?

In first grade, my teacher brought in a jar with 100 pennies, bursting with the coppery change.  It jingled when she shook it, but I was focused on the amount.  I knew 100 pennies equals 1 dollar, but I couldn’t imagine how my teacher had saved all of that money.  You see, I had overheard my parents talking about the size of teachers’ salaries, and they remarked about how they were usually only “25” per year.  “25 cents?!?!” I thought.  So when I saw that jar of 100 pennies, what I believed to be 4 years worth of her pay, I was so sad.  So sad that she would save all of that just so we could see what 100 pennies looked like.

And then we stopped caring about the 100th day, and no more parties were thrown and we didn’t care enough to stick around until the counters reached 100.  And then we started hating the 100th day, because it meant that we still had 80 days left.

But the 100th day is important, obviously.  If not, why would my teacher have saved up for 4 whole years just to have 100 pennies to show us?

I did day three’s thing today, which is actually day two.  So I’m switching them up (:

My favorite TV show

GLEE (: But since that’s another day… I’ll talk about my other favorites.

I also like Community, because it is just so funny, and all of the characters will randomly say what I’m thinking, which is cool.

And I love So You Think You Can Dance because it is about dancing, and none of that Dancing With the Stars junk but real, good, talented dancers doing what they love, which is always great to watch.

And I also love abosultly anything on Disney Channel or almost anything on Nickelodeon.  Because I am still a kid art heart, and all of those shows are seriously entertaining, and have cute boys most of the time.

So now if you were to stalk my TiVo/DVR thing you’d know what to expect.

I started this story about 58729045613.27 times, so I’m going to start it again.

    “How does this shirt look?” I asked Charlotte, bending backwards to see the back of the babydoll tee I was wearing.  She stood up from her seat on the dressing room’s hard plastic bench and strode over to the mirror next to me.  She motioned for me to turn, so I did, with my arms in the air like a High School Musical cast member.  She studied me professionally, with a flick of the wrist and a “Hmm, I see” for emphasis.

    “I think it makes you look even fatter than you are!” sneered Heather Johnson as she emerged form her dressing room, toting five different shopping bags and a grimace.  “Nice to see that clothes aren’t being used to hide ugly features these days.  I can’t stand the injustice of someone as hideous as you two being allowed to pretend to be even slightly attractive.”

^^and this is why i have so many friends