update from the receptionist desk of kda

my mom came in thursday night and yesterday we went to see the kirov ballet at the auditorium theatre. kathy put us in the 1^st upperbox on the left, which was wonderful. i could see right down into the orchestra and it was like we were right above the stage. plus, we got our own little box. i felt like abraham lincoln, but not as important or assassinated.

swam lake was just amazing. there aren't words to describe how beautiful these dancers were...so graceful and exact. the wardrobe was simply gorgeous. the way the principal dancer moved was just like a swan. i'm seriously still in awe right now. i didn't know the human form could move like that.

i hate that someone can basically say anything negative about me and i will automatically get defensive. i've never been a very self-confident person, but lately i'm very much okay and even happy with who i am, but i still react the same because that's what i'm used to. i'm also very sensitive.

it bothers me that someone that is supposed to be a close friend practically accused me of being shallow. this is the second time he's done this actually. last time he said it was because he knew it was something that would hurt me, because i practically define myself by my depth of emotion and open-mindedness. hell...i'm a writer. i've recently had to start moderating what i say to him because it seems like he searches for things to find wrong with me. if anyone can relate to this, it's exhausting and quite honestly, not worth the effort. personally, i think it's pretty shallow to attack someone who doesn't share the exact same views as you or does not approach something the way you do. i have a very diverse group of friends and if i said something everytime they said or did something i didn't agree with completely or would do differently, i wouldn't have any friends left.

phewww...i feel better now. i also just worked on three poems in the past few hours and feel really good about the revisions. now if it was only 5 o'clock and i could go home and cook dinner life would be utterly peachy.