My life is in boxes. I hate moving. I can't believe I'm going to have to do this every 4-8 months for the next 4-5 years of my life...you know, all I really need is:
my IKEA dinnerware
select items of clothing (I could probably get by on a pair of jeans, a pair of black pants, a black skirt, a white shirt, some tank tops, and underwear, oh and earrings, those I cannot do without.)
my dance shoes
I am seriously contemplating living out of a single suitcase next year. It reminds me of "Fight Club" when the guy blows up his apartment because he's so sick of things running his life...(disclaimer: "Fight Club" is a totally weird movie that I do not particularly enjoy, and I love my possessions, but the whole situation just makes me think of that...) Mehhhh! All I have been doing all day is packing! And I still have yet to clean! And I'm going to see Becky dance in "Smokey Joe's Cafe" after which I'm going laser tagging with people. I'm supposed to be out of here by tomorrow....which means I'll probably be up all night continuing what I should have started days ago when I finished my finals. Oh well, the joys of collegiate living...
Oh and random vent: They put me in the latin medley. I'm just glad to be on the team, but I'm very apprehensive about this...I don't really consider myself a latin dancer, so I'm really scared...gah ballroom is such a rollercoaster. Practices start the second week of August, so I have a little less than four months to perfect my chacha, samba, rhumba, paso, and jive...woot...