January:
I met the people who would become my family, my beautiful dance family. I was in a relationship with a boy who was very in love with me and very wrong for me. My car broke down in the middle of the road at night and that boy pushed it all the way to a parking lot.
February:
got my wisdom teeth removed and learned that they give you a bracelet for even the silliest of allergies
was Eva Peron and won a costume contest at a "Famous Dictators" themed dinner party.
March:
Was stalked by someone, lost a friend, danced all the time, went a little bit nuts with stress. Became a better artist and person by the influence of Dr. Stephen Laptisophon in a Mixed Media class where I got to know my now closest school friend, Rachel. This one time we were working in the computer lab and someone drew a banana pear on our temporarily abandoned computers paint screens and captioned it "don't leave your computers logged in you silly bananapears!"
Dyed a strip of my hair bright red in the bathroom of a friend's dorm room.
April:
Roadtripped to see my best friend Emily at her school in Arkansas for spring break. Danced ALL THE TIME. 35+ hours per week. I was sore and bruised and hungry all the time and I miss it more than anything else in this entire world.
May:
Put on a truly fantastic dance show with some truly fantastic people.
Was miserably in my last Novis performance. Learned to Geocache with Eli and Caitlin M. Broke up with Keith and thought I was going to die of sadness. Lived anyway. Went to the scottish festival. Had a cast party. Moved in with my then two best friends at school, Emily and Caitlin, into my beautiful apartment.
Got my job at Ann Taylor Loft.
June:
Went to Harmony Hill. Read all of Harry Potter in one month. Got a job teaching dance to sweet preschoolers and fell in love with it. Dated one of my dearest friends in what was probably the healthiest, happiest relationship I've ever had. Worked a lot. Felt mentally stable for the last time.
Saw Dale Chihuly's exhibit at the Arboretum.
Went to a Rangers game. Went to a lot of parties. Read a lot of books. Drank a lot of coffee. Sat alone and thought about things a lot. Married my love, Adriana, at a party.
July:
Met some amazing people through Jen, the brilliant starbucks barista, theatre director, and human extraordinaire. Put on a really great show with these people. A play about unbalanced love, full of honest words, honest acting, and loving hearts.
Fell away from the friend I was dating, for a reason I don't now remember. Briefly dated my co-star in what was possibly the silliest, most inconsequential relationship to ever happen.
August:
Went to California and was happy. Realised again how much I love my family. Celebrated life and love and family on a beach in the sun.
Broke up with my co-star (of course). Started school.
September:
Began to feel the cracks in my sanity. Started to fall apart. Dated a friend's roommate. Danced a lot. Stressed a lot. Worked a lot. Did a lot of homework. Lost my roommate/best friend and eventually most of my friends at school over a horrible situation. In the whole situation I am proud of the way Emily and I acted, and proud of the choices we made. Grew up a lot.
October:
Had pneumonia. stayed in bed for two or three weeks. Thought I was going to die. Realised I was bipolar. Realised I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Put on a truly great ethnic dance show.
November:
Faced deep, intimate, personal sorrow in the form of grief over the death of my friend Ben. Completely fell apart mentally. The cracks in my sanity ruptured. Cried every day. Dropped out of school and finally sought medical help for my bipolar. Rejected my dear Evan once again, because I didn't want to hurt him and knew it was inevitable. Briefly dated a boy named Alex, who had no idea that I was losing my mind. Thought I would die of sadness. Danced a lot with some people who I love very much, which was the only thing that kept me alive. Worked a lot.
December:
Sought help for my bipolar and depression and anxiety. Briefly dated a boy named Matt. Turned 21 and went on my first bar hopping adventure on lower greenville. Went to a crazy dance party and was sad the whole time.
Realised I should have never ended things with Evan. It was too late. Worked a LOT with some truly awful holiday shoppers. Celebrated Christmas. Tried to be happy again. Tried to list the people I am blessed with.
