A Cacharel faave.
Tv is always the best on Sundays I find. I'm currently hiding from roommates and pretending to clean my room. I've far too much homework, but the type that can be pushed further behind with procrastination. I went to Ottawa the other day to watch the National Ballet of Canada do three variations. Balanchine, Chouinard, and Crystal Pite. Jesus. It was amazing. I can't even describe. Tears were shed. It was groundbreaking stuff.
Crystal Pite, by the way, is a genius.
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