another blanche dubois kind of day

I told my father at one point, after a trip where I had to solicit the help of several good Samaritans, that I feel like Blanche Dubois- "Ah have alllwayys depindid on the kahndness of stranguhs." His response was that people must sense something likable or trustworthy in me (he should know, being the king of schmoozing). I said that that "something" was probably desperation or fear.

Today was one of those days. Two last-minute recommendations, the assistance of a friend who I randomly asked for dance pants, a couple others whose help and support did not go unnoticed on this particular day of Holocaust classroom presentation/work/three classes in which I also have to finish an essay/thank you letter writing/friend's presentation/PROJECT RUNWAY finale! The excitement you feel after more-or-less successfully completing all those tasks in a day? probably denial, because you're still stressed and pissed at your compatriot's remarkable bitchiness. Which is why I will now take refuge in Daniel V., Chloe and Santino. Go ahead and tap that vein, cuz it's time to shoot up some fashion-design competitive TV.