I thought it would be a good idea to squeeze in an extra workout today after Dance for musical theatre and before the tap class I TA because we spent half of Musical Theatre class looking over recreation pieces and so I was feeling a little lazy, despite the fact that I was actually sweating BUCKETS from the hour that we did dance. So I ran about two and a half miles and then did a quick strength work-out that got me sticky and sweaty once again, but I’m thinking “Tap won’t be too bad since it’s only the second day of dancing and we’ll just be shuffling and whatnot.” Could not have been more wrong. Once again, sweating buckets- no - VATS for the THIRD TIME! But don’t worry… because I had Jazz after tap, so I had yet another opportunity to work out and become all sweaty and fresh. Grand Total = 5 Hours of Sweating profusely.
In the end, I feel fucking awesome, but my hygiene is suffering.
I don’t care where you are in the world. I don’t care who you are dating. I don’t care what you are doing with your life. I don’t care what clothes you wear. I don’t care what you’ve broken. I don’t care who your family is. I don’t care how much money you have.
It’s that transition from moving on from my hometown. I hated being home this past summer. Aside from a few memorable nights, it just wasn’t fun. I learned who my real friends are in my life. I’ve also come to terms with the fact that I don’t need to remain friends with everyone from high school. I’ve moved on with my life while most of them have not, just speaking honestly. I’m really done with judgement and lack of care. I’m done walking on eggshells for people who are supposed to be supporting me. I’m done feeling stupid in front of people who are supposed to be motivating me. The sad thing is that I don’t really feel bad about all this.
I moved back to Fully a couple weeks ago and I feel more at ease and at home than I did while I was actually in Gilroy. When I get back to school I remember how much more I have done with my life in the past two years than a lot of the people form high school have. My stomach wells with anger when I think about the disrespect and judgment I am given by my “friends” at home who are lifelessly living and aspiring to nothing. I shouldn’t be feeling this guilt and anger about my “friends.” I guess that’s the first sign that I don’t actually need them in my life.