Weekend Review and Gross Feet

Saturday:
Woke up at 8 am [I couldn't believe it, either]
Edited my drunk post from Friday
Dressed, went to Company warm-up class at 10. It was great; the first real ballet class I've done since the summer. Even though there was no mirror in the space [we just dragged some barres onstage] I felt great and think I did pretty well.
Had some free time before I had to rehearse, so I call up TA and go get some brunchies.
Rehearsal until 3.
Badly needed shower- I was covered in ballet class sweat, rehearsal sweat [different from class sweat], residual boy sweat/spilled booze from Friday's party.
Hawaii rehearsal in the crazy humid gym, which got me sweaty yet again and frizzed up my hair pretty bad.
Hip-Hop show!
Back to my room to re-straighten my hair and start drinking.
Drank a liter of Svedka with the two Dance Group Freshmen and went to our school's big free-condom party [which is why my pockets were full of individual packets of lube and condoms this morning.
Somehow got to the Hip-Hop afterparty.
Skank-danced, smoked hookah, drunk texted [subsequently drunk deleted all my texts so I have no record of exactly what I said to exactly who], made out with my future roommate and her boyfriend, and almost literally threw JB at a guy.

Today I woke up at around 9 [I couldn't believe it, either].
Got dressed and headed out for Dance Group rehearsal. I got myself out of the bit in the corps piece that I effing hate and left early to go to the Company warm-up class. We did a great center waltz that made me fall in love with ballet again. The show went decently for me. I don't know why, but I couldn't balance in my arabesque and I had to put a hand on the floor. I didn't fall out of it during any of the rehearsals -not even the one where I was violently hungover- so I'm kind of pissed at myself.
Right after the show ended I went straight to onstage Dance Group rehearsal for the International Show. After we were done, most of the girls stayed to hang out with the Hip-Hop dancers that were waiting for their time onstage. I stayed but started feeling awkward and left after only 10 minutes or so.
Ordered up some delicious awesome fantastic wings for dinner.
While I was waiting for the delivery guy to find my dorm, my new suitemate came in from having a smoke and chatted. He asked if I was feeling alright, and I said I was a little bummed about fucking up that stupid arabesque and from stepping on my flatiron's plug but overall feeling okay. He mentioned that lately I've been seeming down, which is a little odd because he's only known me for like 2 weeks and I've been pretty happy for those 2 weeks. This isn't the first time I've been told before that I give off a depressed vibe; my Mom's been known to suddenly ask me "Are you about to cry?" when I'm sitting around thinking about things like cartoons or sneakers. But that's a topic for another day.
One of my girlfriends came by and told me a story about how someone she hooked up with this weekend came in his pants like a rookie. I was grossed out, because clothing + jizz = not a fun time in the laundry room, but I still thought it was pretty funny.

And then I took some pictures of my feet and labeled their various injuries:


And then I started stressing my tits off because I have 2 papers coming up, 2 more dance shows, the housing lottery, course registration for the Fall, and I'm sure a million other things that I'm totally forgetting about.