Fine, I'll take down the pictures. I was informed by a viewer that my photos were scaring her (or him).

Moving on, this entire week has been stressed filled and yesterday evening I temporarily gave up. I turned off my phone, laid down, ate chocolate, watched t.v., and fed my addiction to spider solitaire. I woke up this morning feeling much better than I did the previous evening. Don't you love it when you wake up feeling great after having horrible feelings the night before?! The sad thing is that it's only noon and I want to go to bed again so that I can wake up again to feel better.

When I turned on my phone this morning I had five new messages about work and the upcoming concert. I have so many deadlines! I checked my phone fifteen minutes later and I had another message. And after I got out of class I had another message. Kill me. I've never liked having a cell phone and that was when I barely used it!

Other things that have thoroughly frustrated me this week keep on coming back to haunt me. I received an email that was not meant to be sent to me, but was conveniently about me. And it didn't contain nice things. I was called a loser, yada yada yada. I emailed the person back explaining that my intentions and actions were completely misinterpreted. And the passive-aggressive response I got told me that she really didn't want to understand my situation and all she wanted to do is tell me what she had already written rudely in the email (not supposed to be sent to me) but with 'nice' words about why she felt the way she did (and seems to still feel) and to give me excuses not for being rude but for me happening to read it. I felt I did nothing to provoke her anger. I couldn't control the situations that prevented me from being where she wanted me to be. And when the circumstances changed I let her know that I could be there if she wanted me to, not expecting anything. BLAH! I used to feel I could trust this person, but reading that email has revealed an entirely new person to me. One that I could never expect to exist within her. There is a difference between venting and catty malicious talk.

On the other hand I feel like I need to move on. I won't mention anything more to her about it - she won't really listen anyways. The email I sent her was not rude, but told her that I would still be there for her if she needed me to be. And I will be. I just want this bad feeling to go away.

The show is coming up and I've had so many flaky dancers I now understand why companies rely upon word of mouth to hire people. I'm so stressed. I shouldn't waste my time writing about my stress, I should just go. Okay, bye bye!