I learned how to really get over my pointe when I danced, and I became a beautiful dancer. Everything in my life was fixed.

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The last three nights my dreams have been very different. I don't really remember what most of them have been about, but I know they vary from like, being a part of Anna Karenina all the way to running away from everyone in my family because they were trying to kill me. But...THEY ALL END THE SAME.

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I am late to go onstage for Le Corsaire. I am hours late. I realize at about 9pm that the show started at 8pm and that I was supposed to be at the theatre by 5pm for warm-up class. But since I'm not on until the third act, I desperately try to get to Mandel and I finally do, and I have like three or four minutes before Odalisques, but then I get lost in the basement of Mandel trying to find my dressing room and there are strange little children everywhere. I try asking them for directions or if they know where their mommies are, but they don't answer. They are creepy. So yeah, I end up missing the show, and everyone hates me, and I get permanently kicked out of UB, and everyone is mad because they wanted me to be executive director next year, but clearly I'm a total fuckhead and I should just go die.

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I know it's been a while since I've updated this. Since I've started my *ahem* program, my body has changed dramatically and so has my sleeping. I'm just not having the dreams I used to. I had a hint of a good one last night though:

Olivia came to Chicago to tell me the good news. The University is going to buy all of UBallet new pointe shoes all winter long!!

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