The Step Where I Die (But I Resurrect, So It's Okay)

Good news! I got all the stuff I ordered from Target today! That includes a desk, chair, bookshelf, pillows, and other fun stuff. I started building the desk in the wee hours of the morning and completed both the desk and chair today (I've been keeping a terrible sleeping schedule). So... that means I'm not typing on my desktop computer on the floor, craning over the keys and killing myself in the process. I'm now in a nice comfy chair seated in front of a sturdy desk, which means I can write more updates much more frequently! Will I update more? Probably not.

Took an amazing contemporary jazz class today at Broadway Dance Center in midtown. I initially wanted to take this choreographer's 6-7:30 class, especially because I had boxes that were begging to be unpacked. Yet, I was late. So I waded around midtown for an hour and took the 7:30-9, which actually was better suited for my experience bracket.

Lo and behold when I get to BDC again, but who do I see? Erin Lynne-Hall from college. She's managing BDC now (which is pretty awesome; no big deal). I was surprised to see her though I knew she worked there, but I don't believe she even had the foggiest that I moved here. I've been here a month, and I've met up with very few friends (I need to get on that... yes, I'm looking at you person who lives in or around Manhattan that I haven't seen yet. I apologize, but the phone does work both ways. Think about it).

Class was exhausting and difficult, which is exactly why I need to keep taking it. I need to have difficult; in terms of dance I've had easy for too long now. I've become soft. So I'm ready to step up my game.

Today was someone's birthday in class, so the teacher gave her what she wanted: something fast. This techno-infused roller-coaster ride of a routine had us going a mile-a-minute while getting down on the floor then up on the floor then down then up then side then out. It was intense. But, again, it was good because it was difficult. I felt clean because I was drenched in sweat. I'm a dancer again.

I also want to take an improv class and maybe do some stand-up. 'Cause it terrifies me.

Birthday looming around. 25. Want to see improv at the Upright Citizens Brigade.

Good news: tickets are freezies!

Bad news: they give them right before the show starts.

So I'm guessing that if I get there an hour before the show starts I'll get some tickets. I hope. I really would like to see something on my birthday, but I have a history of things like this not working out. So we'll see.