hum-a-hum-hum

and no, the subject doesn't refer to humanities in any way...just the noise i make when i can't think of anything to say but feel like i should say something.

so today i went to modern dance for the second time...well, technically, it was the third, but the first class didn't involve actual dancing. it was less scary than tuesday's class, but still a bit scary. it makes me realize how much of not-a-real-dancer i am. i don't know if that made any sense, but yeah. it's just that i don't move all that well...some people look good doing anything, but i'm not one of them. bother.

i'm going through a very strange sort of phase. it's like the crisis i was supposed to have during yom kippur was merely delayed by all my other issues and is now coming, but in a slightly weaker form. i don't like that. it's not a happy thing.

i wish i had someone i could trust with evry single thing that's on my mind. sadly, i doubt that's ever possible. not that i don't have people i trust...it's just that there's no one i could tell 100% to...and i don't know if there will ever be. i used to think it was possible...perhaps i've become more of a realist.