I'm just full of Wednesday 13 quotes today so let's begin with one. "Sit right up for the ride of your life, the line starts here at the back of my mind." I'm going to try my damnedest to keep this from turning into a rant but I get the feeling that it's going to end up there, simply because I have very very very little tolerance for people...
Let me begin with an apology for the delay in posts. I'm sorry. It's been a busy week. You'll get to hear all about it because the things that have kept me from writing are the things I'm here to rant about. This isn't going to be an emotional, "here's what I'm feeling" sort of post. I'm not going to tell you about the strange goings-on in my mind, I'm going to tell you about the strange goings-on that happen to me on a daily basis. I suppose listening to Wednesday, Murderdolls, Maniac Spider Trash, Frankenstein Drag Queens, and The Texas Drag Queen Massacre is not really helping my mood. They're just yelling for less and less tolerance. But they're all in the same music category and they really are a few of my favorites so... What the hell...
Let's start with the ballet company; one of the things in my life that means quite a great deal to me. I already know what you're thinking, and the answer is yes, I would give a a major organ to make sure that no one screws with my company. So call the surgeon and slice me open because Ballet Northeast is being majorly screwed over!!! I'm going to get ahead of myself momentarily (like that doesn't happen on a regular basis) and apologize for the lack of details. A lot of things happened recently that I don't feel I'm at liberty to discuss because 1) though I have the knowledge that doesn't mean it is my responsibility to inform the world 2) I feel that I am professional and people can have confidence in my understanding that what they have told me is not really my property 3) certain details are not fully formed and have not been carried all the way out and 4) I don't really know who is reading this blog unless you, dear reader, speak up. So since I know there are a few people out there who will read this, not drop me a line, and then run it through the rumor mill until the facts are cut to ribbons and no longer carry any weight I'm going to be ambiguous. This is not meant to start "drama," as I, in fact, hate even the notion of it. The reason I'm writing is for my own sake; this is already too much drama for me and I am using this blog as an outlet. So in the first place, this is my tool and I respect your reading of it but it is not yours to take and run with. If that is your intention leave, NOW.
See what you've done? I already have people in mind who would do such a thing and it is taking my mind from one rant to another. Hush! This is not about you...
Simply, all that needs to be known is that I'm very upset with the way this move from one location to another occurred. As if it's not hard enough to say goodbye to a studio that one has been dancing in for 10 years and re-locate, but let's drop even more garbage that doesn't need to be involved on top of it. I doubt that the culprits are reading, since they don't care an ounce about the dancers in the studio let alone go out of their way to find out what they're doing outside the ballet, but you know who you are. By garbage I mean all of your forms and unnecessary emails. Stop hiding and face everyone, cowards. My father made a very good point the other day whilst we were discussing these sordid events. He paid for the moving truck, my ballet mistress paid for the rental space, one board member didn't bother to show up or pay for anything, and the other went out of town for the entire period of the move and then called everyone involved "irresponsible." Pathetic.
Whew, that was a long one... Glad you didn't hold your breath, or you'd all be goners. Not necessarily a bad thought... Though I'd run out of readers very quickly... I suppose it's better off that you live.
Let's move on to earlier this morning; history class. I really and truly love every moment of it. My professor is simply hysterical and one of the best storytellers I know. (Cherish these positive and loving words... They're not going to come around very often.) But then there are the people in my class... I've never been in the company of a bigger group of idiots in my life. Now before you run with this and think, "What a bitch! She barely knows them. And who is she to deem them idiots without knowing all of their inner workings. Blah blah blah..." allow me to explain. If one does not know something, that doesn't make them an idiot. There are plenty of things that I don't know about history. More than plenty, actually. What makes a true idiot is when this same person who doesn't know a great deal on a topic, interrupts class to throw out a ridiculous comment that ends up not having anything to do with anything. Don't pretend that you know things to try and buddy up with the professor. In fact, you just look stupid and you're making the instructor notice that you are bothersome. Oh, and you're making me want to kick your teeth in. Remember: no tolerance. I actually wrote down a few examples today because they were too crazy for me to even believe the first time. Here they are:
We were discussing the years after the rule of Elizabeth I. Let me just add as a reminder, this was during the 16th century. The discussion turned to where the British would find a new ruler since Elizabeth did not have an heir. Suddenly, this this brilliant question is shouted out. "Is this when Braveheart happened?" What?! Seriously? First, where the hell did that come from? We're discussing the new heir, not a war between the Scots and England. Nevermind that fact that Braveheart actually occurred during the 13th century. Oh and by the way, let's keep Hollywood out of historical fact please. Yes, it was an actual event in history, I know. But let's not forget the way that Hollywood just screws up all the real facts. They're not looking for historical truths, they're looking for ticket sales.
My second favorite was the argument that broke out between the professor and this same student. You want to know what it was over...? Which was the first colony: Jamestown? or Delaware? Yes folks, this actually became an argument. It wasn't bad enough that this asinine statement was spewed out onto the floor to even be considered, it became a full fledged argument. The instructor has a doctorate in history and you just asked him if the First War of Scottish Independence occurred while England was looking for a replacement for Elizabeth I and now you're going to fight with him and say that Delaware was the first colony? You really think this is one that you're going to win? Honestly? More guts than I have, I suppose. Either that or I just know when to shut the hell up and listen.
They just get better and better... We had moved on to nationalism. Nationalism is a political ideology that involves a strong identification of a group of individuals with a political entity defined in national terms, i.e. a nation. Well, there's the dictionary definition for you. There is a great feeling when a group of people refer to themselves as "Americans" and not as "Pennsylvanians" or "New Yorkers." Are we good on this idea? I'm glad. Now the problem was not caused by a misunderstanding in the concept. Here's the question, "Which of the 50 states isn't nationalistic?" The correct answer is Texas; they're the lone stars and all... Whatever. If they don't want to join the nation, let 'em be. But the answer that came from behind me was, "Puerto Rico?" ... I don't even think I can say anything about this. If you know me, you know the face I made...
Finally, (I promise I'm finishing up now. Promise. Stay with me.) I'm a huuuuuge French history buff. I know, I know... Not many people actually like the French. But I find the French Revolution absolutely fascinating. Tale of Two Cities is my absolute favorite book and I could spend the rest of my life roaming through the gardens of Versailles. We were discussing the fact that Louis XVI had very poor advisers. He was not the strongest monarch that France had ever had, but he also didn't have any good decision makers behind him. Someone raises their hand as asks if Rasputin was one of them... I give up...
Now that all of that is out of my system, I feel sort of empty. I had all of these great earth shattering things to tell you... And now it's all gone. It's strange, I've been feeling like this quite often recently. Maybe I'm running out of things to talk about. Real things, with substance. You tell me...
...slipping back into post mortem boredom...
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