I'm constantly yoyo-ing between being excited for the future and being completely averse to the idea of having any responsibilities beyond watching entire television series in the span of a weekend or keeping items in both my tumblr queues. Between knowing that teaching is what I'm meant to do with my life and knowing that it's the last thing I could possibly do with my life. It's kind of like how every Friday I spend the entire day thinking about how I don't want to go out that night, but the minute someone texts me about a party, I don't even hesitate to accept their invitation. I guess that's just what twenty feels like.

But anyway, today was beautiful because the sun was out, I put together a package for our dancers, and because it was my last day of classes for the week. Also I posted a new video.