saturday.
i wish i could have gone to mexican night at robyn's house. i assume many are at the punahou carnival, but i just woke up (9:57 PM) from a nap after 3 hours of dance. eek! (yes dane, this one's for you  )
haircut. cut it all off.  i keed, i keed. just a mild trim.
12- 1.30 hip-hop. its that boogie that be. feel the music, make the music with your body. the concept is beautiful.
1.30-3 jazz. told i leap like a gazelle. which was nice, since i do strive to leap higher than the guys. working on 4-5 pirouettes. hopefully by the end of senior year, i will have a clean quadruple turn.
poetry. i have discovered li-young lee. if you want to read good poetry, read "rose." "persimmons" is especially wonderful. i suggest this to anyone, even those who prefer reading rhyming poetry rather than free verse. <3 tee hee : ]
"A poem . . . begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. . . . It finds the thought and the thought finds the words."
enamored by puppies. oh so cute.
[i feel the wind kiss my face, sweet kisses.
the kisses are so shy and innocent.
i talk to you, and you listen, eyes meeting mine, large and full.
i waste my time talking, hoping that you will stop
my mouth with a kiss.] | 
