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2002-05-31 - 12:08 a.m.|Better than the last one. Tomorrow I will recognize my mood swings for what they are. A couple of years ago I read an interview with a certain actress whom I admire, and she said all her life she'd been looking for a friend who wouldn't leave her. Then she realized she already had that friend, and it was herself. I try to feel that way. What's off topic, and easy to forget, is that I spent a significant amount of my childhood performing for more than 100 people at a time. Between dance and music, it seemed like I was always doing some concert. Sometimes with solos. In fact I thought everyone did this kind of shit growing up, and was scandalized to find out how many people never learned to play an instrument. Their parents didn't have the luxury to pay for it. Right now performing much of anything seems so far from the adult I became. Tonight we had more practice, this time in the social hall of the First Baptist Church of KANG-lan'. The floor was too slick to use tap shoes. I had only bare feet cause I couldn't dance in my Birks. Its really funny cause all the other ladies always show up in tight dance clothes, and I'm always wearing jeans or some other such street clothes. I mean, if there's no dress code for adults, why bother? I'm just thankful I don't have to wear a black short-sleeved leotard and pink tights anymore! So anyway, my mom was with me and she said "Don't you introduce me to anyone!" Cause she's, I don't know, Piscean like that. Never mind people there already know her, cause she's taught two generations here. The dance teacher looked right at us in front of everyone and asked me who was my friend. And I said, "My mom!" And she said something about she could tell because we look alike, which everyone says but we don't believe at all. And my mom said to me, "I WISH I looked like you!" I had to hug her right there in our chairs.
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