Homecoming

You know, sometimes it does seem like I am super out of the loop. And these next few weeks I am definitely going to be lost as hell.

Homecoming. Yes, that cliched rite of passage (though, admittedly, no where near the level of cheestasticness as prom) that has been invented to make my life a living hell. All week I am surrounded by my friends fantasizing over who and how they are going to be asked while I sit there, pretending like I give a crap. Granted, I know they probably don't want to hear about my latest injury or foot mutilation, but please give it a rest.

However, the plot thickens. I feel morally obligated to go to this particular homecoming, because the theme is Peter Pan. And of course this all relates back to ballet. I have wanted to be the title role of this ballet since I was five years old. I can recite the Disney movie by heart an Jeremy Sumpter was my first crush. I want to dance Peter Pan so much that I am willing to go to a sweaty, high school gym and watch people molest each other all night for a chance to even feel slightly more connected to the story. I know, I make absolutely no sense.

On another note, I might not be cast in Appalachian Spring. Another ballet that I have had a lifelong goal of doing is being performed by my company and my director is thinking of just calling all of her alumni back to do it instead of using her apprentices.

Needless to say, today was a nonsensical and terrible day.

xx