I got back here on Sunday morning around 4am. I had literally been traveling for 12 hours from school when the trip should’ve only been 3 hours long in a car. It’s just one of those things that I’d like to forget and pretend didn’t really happen.
Being home has been nice. Guillermo came to chill with me yesterday and we had fun. I’m getting used to waking up in my real bed, even though I’ve been feeling weird every morning (headaches, profuse drooling, etc). All the home routines are coming back to me: doing chores, bothering my mom when she sleeps in late, bathing in my brother’s attitude, singing with my little sister, dancing and hurting myself on random objects in the house, catcalling to the honeys outside my bedroom window offering hopes of a Rapunzel-like happy ending at the roots of my “auburn” tresses. Yeah, being home is nice.
Yesterday I found out that my laptop’s hard drive is completely dead, which is the furthest thing from good. I think it might have been due to a virus because, in the past month, I’d been seeing a shitload of pop-ups while on the internet and Amir says that’s a symptom. I can’t. So I chatted online with this Dell Representative named Navindurthar (or some shit) and he led me through a hard-drive diagnostics exam. All in all, my hard drive no longer works… at all. I’ve lost all of my music, my videos, my photos and my documents (and their importance is in that order, trust). Dell’s sending me a new one within three business days. I secretly hope that it will at least have a nice collection of *questionable* videos already saved to it.
I’ve moved to WordPress because my brother also uses it, and it seems nice enough. The better reason is that it will allow more of my readers to comment on my entries. My Xanga.com journal only allowed Xanga users to give me hatemail and criticisms. Now I can be criticized by the whole world! But seriously, don’t do that to me.
I’m currently filling out these forms for a dance internship I got accepted to this summer. It’s with the Sankofa Dance Project, and it’s a week long African dance experience with some great teachers, I hear. I’m so hype! I’ve taken West African Dance twice on my home campus and it’s been a major highlight in my technique. Can’t wait!
Let me go finish this paperwork and REWRITE MY RESUME SINCE IT GOT DELETED FROM MY LAPTOP.
… bye