Your Friends, They Look Good But You Look Better

*title courtesy of Stole My Heat by One Direction*
Today deserves two posts because I realized I never told you all about the wonderfulness that occurred Thursday at school: My friends and I dressed up like One Direction. Now, some could say we have taken this obsession to much to high a height, but I beg to differ. Actually I do not beg, I just differ. Regardless, we had a miniature photo shoot, and I thought you may want to partake in some of our adventures. Now I cannot (I figured it out..haha!...refers to a later post...some of you may not understand...) upload all of them because there are too many; instead, I will grace you with a selected few. They are glorious, if I do say so myself. Proceed.

We are Harry and Louis,
best friends. Obviously.

This was my fave.
From L to R: Liam Payne, Niall Horan,
Louis Tomlinson (YEAH!), Zayn Malik,
and Harry Styles. Yeah baby!

No particular reason other than
the fact that  we have gotten really good
at being awkward. And Niall and
Louis are awkward best friends, so it fits.

Gahhh! We are so CUTE!

.....Well then......

*title courtesy of my feelings...*
Today I found out that Ian Eastwood was at The University of Central Florida three weeks ago. I was just there yesterday. I am upset. That is all.
And yes, my apostrophe button is still broken.
Actually, Ian Eastwood was not the only one there. Brian Puspos was also there. I love him too. So I am still upset.
Marlee Hightower was there as well. She was on AGT. She is somewhat of a beast.
I am done.
Except not. Here is a photo in his/their honor. Lies. Here are two photos in their honor.

Sorry, Ian. I creeped on your Twitter
for a photo...

She is cute. I like/want
her hair. 

Now I am done.
So long. Farewell. To you my friends. Goodbye. For now. Until we meet again. I said So long....

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo

*title courtesy of Where The Light Begins by Sennen*
Disclaimer: I am not some love-struck, obsessed teenager. Just keep that in mind. Also sorry in advance. For the grammar and the pictures being all out of whack; they had to be arranged kinda funky for me to get them all in like I wanted. Proceed. No caution necessary.
Today was a pretty accomplished day. Spring Break began Friday, and mine officially began Saturday morning at 5:00 A.M. I love waking up earlier on days off than I would have to if I were going to school. Blehh!
OH! Firstly, I got mah permit, yo! :) I was happy. It only took like three trips on Friday to the DMV to officially get it, but whatever.

Probably my fave part.
You will understand soon.

Back to yesterday, well there is not much to say (my apostrophe key is broken on the computer, so I will be talking without contractions...or if it gets to hard, just pretend like theyre there...see what I did there....you may see a lot of that). We drove down to Florida, my padge and I. The trip lasted about 2 1/2 hours longer than it should have because there was a little fender-bender several hundred miles ahead, but people were rubber-necking and slowing things down. I didnt (sorry...) really mind because I slept most of the time so I wasnt (sorry again...I cant stop....) even aware anything was going on for a while. And then I woke up.
Brace yourself, you are about to get a play-by-play of my day...well, the interesting parts:
1. I woke up at 8:30 for reasons I do NOT understand. It is okay though because I didnt move until 10. I got skills.
2. My padge and I went to Panera Bread (YUSS!) for breakfast (that was supposed to be in quotes, but that key is broken, too...I am surprised I can type anything at all, really.) (It is supposed to be in quotes because when we went for breakfast it was already past 12)

*faints*

3. I drove to the University of Central Florida. It was pretty much what I was expecting, which is good.
4. Did I mention that I drove the entire time? Because I did. Six hours behind the wheel, and I am proud to say I am still functioning semi-normally, which is saying something. I only got honked at like...7-8 times, and flicked off once. Good day. I thought I was driving okay, but apparently others have different opinions.
5. Today, I also pinned One Direction out of control on Pinterest and FINALLY saw the Project Runway: All Stars finale (super pleased with the results. I will not say who won, just in case you are behind too.)

So much beauty it is
ridic. 

6. This did not happen today, but yesterday. I watched the KCAs (Kids Choice Awards) because, as you already know, I am madly in love with One Direction, and they were set to perform. They did. And I screamed. And my sanity was questioned. Joshey-poo (Josh Hutcherson) was also there, presenting (all I want is for him to take me to prom. If he does, I will pay my junior dues on time. Other than that I do not see the point), as was Zac Efron. It was like they were trying to kill me or something. My mini-me, Amandla Stenberg, was there as well, looking as cute as ever. And Alexander Ludwig...gahh! *faints* The Smiths (you know who I mean) also made an appearance, not a surprise since Will was hosting. Cody Simpson (my favorite Aussie eva, and apparently others feel the same) was there, as well. And last but not least, the Biebster showed up. I died a little. He is a cute kid. And I am a fan. I really liked his hair. And his jacket. And his entrance. That is all. Moving on.
7. Last night I made my long-overdue CD of wonderfulness. Artists? Of course. I have Birdy, Florence and the Machine, Regina Spektor, Soley, Lykke Li, just to name a few. This is my weirdos CD. I love it.
8. OH! Geez! I talked about the Hunger Games, but I forgot to tell you all (however many people are reading   this...)...I finished Book One on Friday! :D I cried a little. Okay, a lot. I cried a lot. I started Book Two on the way down and read 70 pages before we even made it here. Now, I am trying to space it out some so I do not finish long before my vacation is over and be left with nothing to do. It is hard. I do not know what to do. I will probably just read anyway, finish it, and then read it again. Yeah, that will probably happen. Tonight.

Look at the face! Dawww!

This is random, and really embarrassing, but the other day I was looking at Ian Eastwoods twitter page (I follow him, so its not that weird) and I started laugh-crying because I love him so much. And then I did the same for Josh Hutcherson. Things are getting out of control. But I do not want them to change. Sad? Yeah, I know.
I kind of wish I had never told anyone this, but then again, the people that read this, I do not think I know any of you, so hopefully you cannot hold this against me. Hopefully.

SN: Sometimes, while I was typing, I was having a hard time thinking of what a word would be if it were not contracted. Like cant, I typed it as two separate words like can not, and it took a little while before I could figure out why that was so wrong...
SN2: There is a little automatic Febreeze freshener in my room, and every time it goes off, which seems to be at random, I jump a little. Thought you may enjoy that.
I am done.

You only live once, that's the motto, YOLO

The PULSE On Tour #Atlanta

*Title courtesy of Motto by Drake (clean version)*
MY BODY HURTS SO BAD! As you all know, or may not know, the PULSE dance convention was this Saturday and Sunday; best two days of my life, no exaggeration. I got to meet people, as you see, and I think *crosses-fingers and shuts eyes* that I made a good impression. I even got a jacket! They were meant for the teachers but they [PULSE faculty] were handing them out to students on the last day while they took pictures.
I've tweeted about this, uploaded/edited my photos to everyplace imaginable--except FB because I still gave that up for lent--and rehearsed the dances at least ten times a day (usually during school when I should be learning). Ehh. Watevs.
I have more to say, but I can't actually figure out what. It was just a really good weekend and I hope to go back soon. Conventions, I decided, ought to be my second dance home. Hopefully I'll attend Tremaine again this summer in Orlando, and I really really REALLY want to go to JUMP, but I would've already have had to register *sad face*. Next year, though, next year. Or a different city. Who knows?

Desmond Richardson (Complexions Contemporary Dance Theater)

Robert Hoffman (Step Up 2)

Dave Scott (Everything)

Guess Who Got The PULSE Scholarship?!

THIS GIRL! I finally finished my essay, and may I add, on time. I mailed it in about a month ago, and just found out I was chosen Tuesday afternoon. In class. At school. Where I screamed. REALLY loud. Everyone is pretty used to me screaming all the time so no one really questioned it.
I don't know what to expect. I've been to different conventions before but this will be my first time going to PULSE. I'm super excited to take class from Desmond Richardson. I may have a crush on him...I don't know.
My wardrobe is still under-wraps. I have a few ideas laid out, but not for both days yet. I plan on wearing my coral sports bra  and black shorts (day one) and my gray sports bra and purple shorts (day two) underneath everything and layering different shirts and such on top for each class. I have my YOSHI sweater and black leggings w/ boots for Robert Hoffman and/or Dave Scott,  over-sized cropped white t-shirt w/ leggings Brian Friedman (ahhh! i don't know), cardi and shorts for Desmond Richardson w/ black NIKE elite socks (that one was simple), same shirt I used for Friedman w/ purple shorts and character shoes for Tyce DiOrio, and everyone else...no clue. I really did not plan on wearing the same thing for two different classes, though. Hmm. I'll figure it out sometime. Probably Friday night. Procrastination Nation is back and in full swing.
Oh yeah, did I mention the convention is this Saturday and Sunday? ;)

Latest Obsession(s)

List of latest fads (in no particular order):

Call me, maybe! (see what I did there...)

1. Florence and the Machine- Can she do no wrong?
2. Pinterest- I shouldv'e given that up for lent, too. 
3. British/Irish Boy Bands-One Direction/The Wanted yuss.
4. Instrumentals- lovely music. 
5. Massages and things that are yellow- nothing new really
6. Birdy. The artists, not the animal (I already liked those).
7. ...Twitter... 

That's all. I never said this was going to be a long post, or that I was going to post things I was proud of. Watevs. 

http://pinterest.com/jumpingshrimp/

https://twitter.com/#!/monee_stevie

Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre

Alvin Ailey "Revelations"

It's official, I'm marrying a male dancer. 
askjfhoefiywhefk,lkdsfhlhwek,n,k! Oh em gee! Alvin Ailey is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. I went to see their show today for the first time at the FOX in Atlanta and nearly died. Actually, I think I was dead until I saw their performance and now I'm alive. INCREDIBLE! I don't even know how people can move like that.

There were a couple things I noticed about ALL of the dancers, male and female. One--they all had INCREDIBLE abs. Like six packs were the minimum. Two: All the ladies had the most beautiful hair in the world; some of them were bald, but it doesn't matter because they were GORGEOUS; the ones that had hair had HAIR, like crazy curly, poofy hair that everyone and their mother and children desire. Three: This one isn't a shocker, but they were FLIPPIN INSANE TO WATCH!

Everybody, meet Kirven Boyd. Did I mention
I got a poster of him doing this.
It's being framed. Tonight. 

We sat next to a guy, well actually my mom sat next to him but that's not important. What's important is that he had a cousin who was dancing in the show. She was phenomenal. And tiny. So I liked her even more; not biased or anything. Anyway, he mentioned she went to school in New York, but failed to mention which one it was: Julliard. Whateva. He thought everyone had to go there to be accepted into AAADT. Funny guy. Then he got even funnier! After the show he introduced me to his cousin; it took EVERYTHING in me not to trample the girl, whose name, by the way, is Kelly Robotham. She autographed my 2011-2012 Souvenir Book AND took a picture with me; a picture that will be my FB profile picture until the day I meet Kirven Boyd or Linda Celeste Sims (look them up. they dance with AAADT too.). I literally screamed the entire way home. Not always out loud though; couldn't upset the peoples. I did scream when we were leaving, however. Since I didn't get to meet Linda Celeste Sims or Kirven Boyd, I screamed out that I loved them when I was in the parking lot. If I weren't on such a high from meeting Kelly, I probably wouldn't have done that. Or at least if I had, I would have been embarrassed. 
Today was the best day of my life. No exaggeration. *deep sigh*
I'm creating an Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater wall in my room. It will be fantastico; I felt Espanol was necessary there.

My dream is to dance with them. Soon. And don't think I don't mean it, either. ;)
See you soon.

The Company.