Pointe.  Looks a little funny with that ‘e’ on the end.  Doesn’t really make sense, but whatever.  We’ll let the french have their fun.  Today, in Pointe, I actually had a good time.  I went back to my old pointe shoes, which are bigger and more broken in.  After my feet hurt for a week, I decided the new ones I had bought were too small.  So I’m selling them, and I already bought some new ones half a size larger.  I ordered them off of the internet for more than 30 bucks cheaper than I can buy them here in town. 

But anyways, the real “point” of that paragraph was supposed to be that even though my feet really hurt, I had an awesome time in Pointe today.  I honestly don’t feel like I’m that far behind most of these girls that have been dancing all their lives.  I’m gonna talk with Raena about it, but she felt comfortable putting me in the advanced classes, so I already sorta know what she thinks.

I slept through my alarm this morning. Sure, I’m glad that I actually got out of bed and all, but I usually leave the house at 7:30, and today I didn’t even roll out of bed until 7:25.  I was just barely on time for class, huffing and puffing, trying to get all my shit out of my bag before the bell rang.  I didn’t have time to eat before I left, so I just threw a bunch of food into my purse and tore out.  The traffic on the interstate on the way there was incredibly shitty.  We were going less than 35mph the whole way, and I was freaking out.  I hate Hate HATE being late for class.

I kinda cry a lot.  We were watching The West Wing lastnight, and it was a sad episode.  At the end, I was trying SO hard not to cry…and my lips were doing that little quivver thing where I try not to frown.  There were tears in my eyes, and I kept looking at the ceiling so they wouldn’t fall.  Then Justin looked at me and laughed.  “You are so cute,” he says.  As though it’s cute that I can’t stop myself from crying.  I’m such a baby.