ok... i haven't gotten out of my pjs all day... this is sad... plus, i'm blogging for the third time today... what the hell is my life becoming?!?! i've been held captive indoors all day under the wrath of my j-school essay on -- and i'm not kidding -- blogging... oh the irony...
now i'm fed up with writing anything intellectual, so i'm blasting wolf parade on my tiny laptop speakers and thinking about getting up and dancing at any moment... or trying on clothes and making kissy faces in the mirror... either/or isn't more embarassing than my pj-a-thon...
tomorrow is my final yoga class... my final rep of downward dogs and warrior poses, with a side of breakfast chatter to follow... where the heck did the time go? in a week from today i'll be heading home to mississauga for the holidays... then when i return it's only 12 or so weeks of classes and you can call me graduate...
then what? fuck... i need to sleep...
after i dance...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
