Too many classics

…I’d rather live in his world, then live without him, in mine…

When I feel like that, I’ll know I’m in love.

I’ve got to stop listening to the ‘classics’ station at work.

Work. That’s where I’ve been spending a lot of time, and I guess I’m sick of it…but I can’t change anything right now. Its going better, I’m amazed at how much I’ve learned, but I still hate it.

I lost my keys, and its driving (Ha! Driving, irony.) me insane. I have no idea where they could be…uggg. I HATE it when I don’t know where my keys are. I love my keys. Tonight I’m going to go through every inch of my room. Dump out all my bags, look under my bed…everything. They’re no at the office and they’re not in any of our vehicles… so they just HAVE to be somewhere in the house.

Dance was really fun last night, there were only six of us there because of weather and sickness. It was nice and laid back, and we got to work on this new part of our hip hop/jazz number that’s been giving us some guff…the timing was wicked hard. We’re split up in three groups, and each have three sections at a different beat…and I’m in group one…yeah it was hard, but its good now.

I have less then a month left until I am no longer a child. It’s too weird.