She's said goodbye too many times before.

I only saw a couple of Christina's skits last night plus the kickin' performance of This Love by Maroon 5, and all I can remember is being plumb shocked out of my tired stupor at her impression of Kim Catrall. Big wow.

The step show at the Odome last night would've been cool even without the VIP perks. They just don't grow them like they do in North Carolina. Mmm. Also, am v. proud of self for interviewing, oh, nine people over the course of the day. Strangers! Just walked right up and started talking! And what fun! I'm beginning to think I really have found my niche with journalism, which is a lovely notion.

As walkingshadow has mentioned, I, too, am courting the summer study abroad programs. Sadly, most of them begin either in June or July, which would mean no Challenge for me, and there's no not having Challenge in my world. It's an event only half, if that much, about the boys - the rest is all meeting up with people you adore but never get to see, meeting ones you admire or squee with, gallivanting around the host city, going drinking and dancing, and just having a wonderful time with good company.

Also, I suddenly don't know if Paris is where I want to spend six weeks - I, too, love London, and there are plenty of programs not necessarily through the university that offer study opportunities there. Advice? Recommendations?

Okay, 8:39? Not considered sleeping in. *sigh* Oh, well. I had things to do today anyway.

I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing else, but I think you're moving too fast.

Four more hours put me at 1:30, which was better. Though I'm only about half as awake as I was at 8:30. I keep trying to tell my body it should be thanking me for all the sleep it's denied during the week, but it doesn't seem to be working. *throws up hands*

One of the people I interviewed on the Reitz lawn teaches at Dr. Phillips High School. I could barely contain myself but in the end chickened out of asking if he knew Joey. Small margin, though.

At the step show, they sat me in reserved seating in the front section of the floor, and by intermission it'd begun getting a little too full. Security came to check tickets but merely nodded at me and moved along. Then, when I needed to get backstage after the show, they escorted me through the exiting throng. Like I said, the only way to fly.

Have I mentioned how much I'm loving everyone and their mother loving on JC and this album? Grant you, I do think Justin's acclaim is giving him a fairer shake in having his work listened to, but Schizophrenic really is a great record and even the usually snooty critics are feeling it.

Winamp threw TLC's Diggin' On You my way the other day, and now with Kick Your Game, I'm eleven years old again, warming up in Jazz. My early musical tastes are so biased by my dancer history - it's all R&B, musicals, disco hits, and mainstream dance like La Bouche and Real McCoy, with the occasional Michael Jackson hit and Vanilla Ice thrown in. Child of the early nineties through and through.

Aaand as the article is due at 5:30, it's away with me. A working weekend! Madness.

Quote of the Day:

"[LotR] felt like one long, ambitious home movie."
-Ian McKellen