Ace-Of-Spazzes

I've been gone so long. Logging in and seeing all of the notifications and changes makes it feel like I'm walking into someone else's room, and though I know them from a while back, it feels detatched from myself in some way. Then again, I just spewed angsty angst poetry at nobody in particular. So that definitely feels like the old me. I dunno. I'm just. Talking to myself, I think. I think that I've been trying to get back to something I lost a handle on, long ago, and this kind of feels like the right place to be. At least, it feels like the right era. Whatever, I'm weird. How you all doin?

If you have known me for any length of time, you are probably aware of my tendency to blurt out incredibly awkward things at the worst possible moments. (Sometimes, those things are just so awkward that any moment could really be considered the worst possible one.) I've been on a horribly-awkward roll lately. I can't recall all of the soul-witheringly awkward things that have happened, but I'll detail two of the most recent ones. For the first one, I am going to give you the bit of the sentence that my dad caught, so that you can empathize with us on how awful it really was. The Misunderstanding: Once upon a time, Jaz and her brother were

I am currently obsessed with Florence and the Machine. You could try to make me listen to something else right now, but I would seriously injure you. I suspect that I got bumped over to next semester, so I'm going to sign up for as many dance classes as is humanly possible and just study for my career(s) on my own time until they let me in. I will also be signing up for actual yoga lessons, so I stop fucking my muscles up because I'm bored and I want to know if I can put my leg behind my head yet.  I need guidance. I am also trying to weasel my way into getting drums. Or something. I had a dream where I was one of a hundred other people be