Dance, Love, and Chicken Wings

Tonight was the first rehearsal for the Orange Bowl Halftime performance. The DS senior co-director was being her typical nit-picky, meanly perfectionist self [even though she had more questions and problems about the actual choreography than anyone other than Hip-Hop Chris]. She sent out this really bitchy e-mail after rehearsal calling out the 3 girls who couldn't make it...I feel like I should point out that only one was actually MIA; one was having a serious family emergency, and the other was taking her roommate to the emergency room.
I'm excited at the prospect of auditioning for this local adult dance company next semester. Not 'adult dance' as in stripping, 'adult dance company' as in it's people who are 20+ years old. I love DS, but I feel like I could do so much more. I was really upset to not get into HHC [the hip-hop club on campus] this year, and am definately going to go for it next year.
I re-realized how much I love and need dance in my life during Hell Weeks for our show. I really didn't plan on writing this much when I started this post, haha, I was thinking it would just be a little update about the Orange Bowl.

I go home for break on Sunday. My big brother's picking me up on Saturday and I'm spending the night at his school, then we're heading home in the morning.
I'm looking forward to being a few states away from SS in the hopes that it'll help me make up my mind about him.
I might meet up with my best guy friend from highschool for lunch or something, which would be totally nice. I haven't seen him since graduation, and we just recently started talking again online. We've never hooked up, but I've always felt that we have a great connection and understanding of each other. And I'm not saying that I want to hu with him necessarily, but if it happens it'll probably be pretty good. Actually, that would be a horrible idea if I want to get myself NOT confused about guys.
Hmm. Oh, I don't know.

To end this on an upbeat note, my and my roommates got wings tonight for second dinner.
I freaking love wings.