Planner Bound Thinking about the future, recovering the past and trying to inhabit the present so that I might determine something to study for. Currently dance is filling my world with a love of movement unavailable to most beings; to be lucky enough to have that joy permeate the very ends of my life as I age gracefully into my geriatrics would be more than perfect. But unlike a business plan, engineering core or even a literary masterpeiece, I can't expect the world of fine-paying art will take me with open arms and offer comfort in the form of monitary support. So in an attempt to crystalize something ( and perhaps get some of my who-knows-how-many-thousands of dollars back) I am looking for another additional major. On the horizon; philosophy, spanish, math, humanities, and studio art. My brother says philosophy wouldnt get me anywhere but he does know that I like to write alot about nothing (hence my blog). Daddy says i have a nack for math and that it always helps to understand numbers. Mama says follow your heart (and one day I'll become a waitress). I say that spanish would help me one day reach more people than the one limited language I have right now can. All I want to do is save the world...is that so wrong?

Speaking of which, Beth and I were discussing the other day how we are mocked for holding such an ideal. People think one is ignorant, sheltered, nieve and in Never Never Land if one sees one of their primary goals as helping others....When did that become such a bad thing? Is it not a possibility that maybe us optimist are really truly the deepest pesimists about existence and that it why we see no other hope than to put all the energy we possess into fixing the greater whole? Why is it ignorant to openly look at issues and strategies ways to make all involved happier, healthier, and more able to enjoy life? Who damned those who want to save instead of dig a personal grave of wealth to lie ina? Ok ok, that was a little harsh but none the less, stop laughing at the brave who still embrace hope and join the ranks for a fulfilling tomorrow. After all, we just all want to be happy and this is my way.

This weekend was wonderful. I watched Thankyou for Smoking with my lovely roommate, went out to dinner at Casa Escobar and witness and participated in some amazing flamenco dancing, I walks dogs at a local shelter in Beverly Hills ( and never wanted to leave), I spent time out on the nook enjoying what little wilderness remains here in LA, watched an outdoor concert put on by Pepper and Slightly Stoopid, met up with old friends, and sunbathed by the ocean. If only those of you I miss so much could be here to join in the festivities. I miss you  ¶ 4:58 PM