tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177818764929908182024-03-18T17:04:10.690-10:00Movement is Life, This is My MovementBritt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-13589180157549885152011-07-10T19:04:00.000-10:002011-07-10T19:04:57.802-10:00My heart has been a messy place lately.or maybe my heart has just made my mind a messy place? I have been over thinking everything when it comes to Ryan and I don't know why. I just feel like out of nowhere I started to feel a lot more for him than I did before, maybe because of how much I missed him, but the more I feel I feel like he stays at the same point we were at. I haven't seen him since June 19th.. almost an entire month, and yet I feel like he doesn't really care that much that we haven't seen each other.<br />
I know he cares, if he didn't care he wouldn't have called me Friday night. If he didn't care he would just straight out tell me, because he is that kind of person.. he's not afraid to tell you how it is. So then why do I feel like this?<br />
Maybe I just need to see him.<br />
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Here is the teaser from the first day of shooting! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/4eAGgGw-Z3c?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Tonight we are filming at District night club in boston, then the video will be off to the editing tables!! I cannot wait for it to come out, though I am sad that this is the final night with all of my girls. They are all amazing, beautiful, and crazy talented (sometimes I don't even know how I got chosen for the video when I watch the rest of them dance)<br />
Look out for Renee Marcou, she is insanely beautiful, and has one of the best voices I have heard in a long time, She's going places! =)Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-42610070459609428812011-06-29T17:16:00.001-10:002011-06-29T17:25:50.258-10:00The Britteny Alphabet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A</b></span>mbition: To say I made it. As a dancer, as an artist.... as an individual it all means something different. For me its about looking back at what I did when I'm older, when my first child begins searching for colleges deciding what they want to study, what they want to spend the rest of their life doing and I will be able to guide them knowing that I made the right choice by following my dreams and not settling.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>B</b></span>ad Habit: I'm a picker. I cant even put into words how bad I hate that I do it and every time I try to give it up I do well when I think about it.. but then something happens like I'm stuck at a long red light and I see a bug bite or something on my arm and I pick. Maybe one day I will be able to actually stop fully. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>C</b></span>ity: I was born in Dorchester, raised in Brockton.I am a Boston girl through and through.. I love everything about where I am from, the skyline from blue hills, the short ride to the beach, Sully's onion rings after walking the sugar bowl, performing in festivals, being a 20 minute drive to some of the best teachers in mass. I will tell you though I would like a little bit of a change. I long for the possibilities of what my life could be if I got the chance to live my dreams of performing on Broadway, being able to wake up on any given morning and take a quick ride on the train to any audition at Chelsey studios. I want it, but I know how much my heart would hurt for my city and I don't know if I could stay away long enough to really make something of myself out there. <br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">D</span></b>rink: Water, Marylou's Coffee, any and all iced teas, and when I go out I'm pretty sure you'll find me with a Malibu bay breeze in my hand.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>E</b></span>ducation: hanging on my "wall of over achievement" I have diplomas from Ashfield Elementary, East Jr. High, Brockton High School, and a B.A. in Dance with a minor in Sociology. Some other neat things on that wall too.. I actually feel like you could learn everything about me just from staring at it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>F</b></span>ood: ummmmmm I love it? I'm defly a steak and sweet potatoes kinda girl... I love a good bacon cheeseburger, I've eaten alligator before and thought it was very yummy, and my new favorite dish is Buffalo Chicken Pasta from the abington ale house... I will learn how to make that... I so will.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">G</span></b>uilty Pleasures: Girl Scout Cookie Coffee, black raspberry ice cream with peanut butter sauce, Pretty Little Liars, Staying up until 5am with Ryan, Dancing on counters with my best friends (who I miss so so much&lt;3) <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>H</b></span>ome Town: Good ole Brockton MA. I've lived here since I was 3. Some parts of the city are well gross, but I live in the cutest little neighborhood. You ever seen the sandlot? yep... welcome to my neighborhood, equipped with a baseball field a block away and everything =)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span>ce Cream: Oh dear where do I even begin with this? ummm.. hahaha<br />
well black raspberry with peanut butter was already discussed...<br />
Mint chocolate chip is defly an all time favorite. BUT it has to be the green ice cream with the chocolate chips, I don't do the white ice cream, and believe me it doesn't taste the same!<br />
Some of my fav memories of ice cream? Sitting on Aunty Dolls couch with Amanda and Angela eating peppermint stick ice cream and watching Disney Movies. Oh? You mean we did that this past Friday in the camper? No big deal guys we are 23, 18, and 15.... but we've been doing this since we were 15, 10, and 7, it's kinda our cousin thing&lt;3<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>J</b></span>onesing For: Some Ballet Classes!!!!! I need some structure in my life. I love being in a contemporary/jazz group, that freedom to really just explore, but my gosh do I need a little "ballet is black and white do it right or its wrong" in my life...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>K</b></span>ryptonite: The Good Kind: A great book, the ocean, when Ryan sings to me. He's not one for sharing feelings but sometimes we will listen to a song and only some songs he sings along to when I'm riding in his car or laying next to him, and they are all usually songs that state how the singer really feels about the girl they are with.. it melts me every time.<br />
The Bad Kind: My kindness- I trust and I forgive way too easily. Sometimes it works out in my favor, but a lot of times it usually just comes back and bites me in the butt.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>L</b></span>ook-A-Like<br />
I always get two. One I'm usually flattered because I love her, the other.. well.. yea... hahaha<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>M</b></span>ovies: fav Disney flic- The Lion King<br />
Fav love story- Ever After<br />
Fav childhood movie- The Secret Garden<br />
and one of my all time favorites is Penelope =) <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>N</b></span>ickname: Hyslipper, BrittBratt, Britty Bird, BattBatt, when I was little my sister called me Miss Priss, I think thats all of them? haha<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>O</b></span>bsessions: taking and looking at photographs, MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC, Shoes, Wearing funny/ quirky t-shirts with nice sweaters, Sun dresses, The beach, The Celtics and red sox, and cereal.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">P</span></b>erfume: I'm more of a body spray kinda girl, and as weird as it sounds it depends on the time of the year. As long as its warm out, so from about late April to October I like to rock coconut lime, and during the winter I usually use black raspberry with vanilla. Thanks bath and body works, I'm obsessed with your lotion and body spray combos.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Q</b></span>uirk: I am a goofy person... and I have a really really hard time taking a serious picture... are you ready for this? I don't know if you are... but here's a tiny glimpse into the photographic life of a certified picture ruiner... <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>S</b></span>tarbucks: Im a pretty big fan of their frozen drinks, like java chips... but don't tell my job that hahaha (<strike>sorry marylous</strike>)<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">T</span></b>hrift find of the year: one of my mothers rings that didn't fit her anymore. Its my brothers birthstone with 6 little diamonds surrounding it (my birthstone) I eventually want to get the diamonds taken out and replaced with my sisters birthstone so that I will carry them with me always.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>V</b></span>acation: Isn't until july 28th but I am so super excited. Its the Hyslip family's annual camp trip.. and its all of us, all 15 cousins, 5 camp sites, lots of marshmellos, adventures, and amazingly hillarious moments with my family. We've been doing these trips every august for about 9 years now, usually going up to New Hampshire or Maine, but this year we are going to upstate New York! Pretty Stoked!<br />
Last year I missed the family camp trip because I took a separate vacation.. a road trip to North Carolina, to see my hero, and my best friend, come home after 7 long months in Afghanistan<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>W</b></span>ine: White Zin, and in the summertime I make a sangria of White, ginger ale, a little grabefruit and pinapple juice, and fresh lemons, limes, and strawberries =)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>X</b></span>: really? just X? so we will keep this short and sweet.... the thing that complicates my life the most.. the people who really should just not even be in my life anymore but they always find their way to come back and bother me for some reason or another... my darling Exes! hahaha<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Y</span></b></span>ears: They pass, things change, life comes and goes at warps speed, and if you are lucky you get a pretty good view of it.<br />
"Hours fly, flowers bloom and die, old days old ways pass by, love stays"<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Z</span></b></span>en: When I'm with the beautiful people I call my friends. Not the days we all go out and do crazy things. Not the times we even go anywhere. But the days when its just all of us out at PJ's pool, or watching a celtics game at Saywer's house. Game night at Shannon's. Those days I feel so blessed, happy, and at ease. It's amazing to just feel this comfort with them... to be in a room of 5 or more people, all quiet and yet comfortable..Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-66925790600240717192011-06-28T20:14:00.000-10:002011-06-28T20:14:12.573-10:00let me tell you...I just wrote a huge post to try to catch everyone up on my life the last couple of months because I have been gone SINCE THE THIRTY FIRST OF MARCH IS THIS REAL LIFE??????????????<br />
well.... I hit a button by accident and it all went bye bye and then I died a little inside.<br />
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I'm sorry it has been so long, and thank you to everyone who has been patient and hasn't unfollowed me!<br />
I will post all this week with updates on the following things<br />
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My students and recital season<br />
The Mav Girls (ohhh you don't even know what that is yet how exciting!)<br />
The love life (always a very interesting read in my blog... I know.. I know..)<br />
The season with my dance company<br />
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and anything else I could possibly think of... if you have ideas of what that should be you can always message me and let me know =)<br />
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I've missed you, dear blogger... thank you for staying with me guys. I'll have a new post by tomorrow night.. super duper Internet pinkie promise!Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-23271786444678753512011-03-31T16:38:00.000-10:002011-03-31T16:38:49.354-10:00Be Inspired.My favorite musician, Matt Nathanson, Tweeted this earlier today, its now my new favorite quote.<br />
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<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">"Inspired by the fact that perfect is just never going to happen"</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">That is how I want to think from now on when I choreograph, teach, and dance myself. It's never going to be "Perfect" The dance is constantly growing, steps are molding into each other. Practice will always make better but by what definition is it perfect? There will always be the person who is an 8th of a second off from everyone else, the person who forgot section a repeated after section c, the four year old who waves at their mom and sucks their fingers instead of doing the dance on stage. Thats life... you can either make a big deal about it or you can brush it off and keep going. Be inspired by chaos, destruction, and inperfection... it is what makes things beautiful</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody"><br />
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</span></span></h6>Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-47596473231052305092011-03-23T11:08:00.002-10:002011-03-23T11:08:33.408-10:00Dance For Her,<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody">Somewhere behind the dancer you've become, the hours of rehearsals, the teachers who pushed you, the family who believed in you, and the audiences who cheered for you: is the little girl who twirled around the living room. The one who fell in love with the stage and never looked back... dance for her</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody">Thank you Alyson for sharing that quote<3 </span></h6>Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-65754081786503902202011-03-17T17:11:00.000-10:002011-03-17T17:11:51.459-10:00I JUST WANT EVERYONE WHO READS THIS TO KNOW.....That I almost fell out of the drive through window today at work.<br />
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oh! if you're wondering where it is I work... its<a href="http://www.marylous.com/index.html"> here </a><br />
anyway... it was embarassingly hillarious, so I wanted to share it with <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strike>the two people who read this, hi mom</strike></span>. everyone.<br />
Hope everyone else had a great St. Patricks day!!<br />
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OH OH! and I should hear about the Theater by the Sea that I auditioned for by April 1st. If I don't hear from them then I didn't make it. Heres hoping! I've got my fingers crossed!Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-6053513286166588752011-03-13T16:40:00.000-10:002011-03-13T16:40:05.363-10:00Some People Give Up Things For LentI do not..<br />
okay hear me out, because I am a catholic, but some people forget there is more than one rule. During lent you give up something that is an addiction, something possibly associated with one of the sins (usually gluttony) I, however, don't really have a thing that I HAVE to have on a daily basis. Heck, I can even go a few days without facebook no problem.<br />
So I do the other half of lent, where you take on something in order of repent. For the last four years I was a member of my school community outreach program so I actually did lots of things during lent without even having to go look for one.<br />
Now.. well.. not so lucky.<br />
SO I am blogging to ask for a bit of a favor. I am looking for a good project or two for my sister and I to take part in. if it is something that requires actually going to, its gotta be around the Massachusetts south shore area (obviously I will leave the area just don't send me to southern CT, thats not cool!! haha) or if you know of other great ways that you can get involved through websites, mailings (like for soldiers?) or anything like that it would be so super helpful!<br />
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Thanks everyone! Hope everythings been going well in bloggerville!! I hope to stop in with some good news about some dance updates in my life.. keepin the fingers crossed =)Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-7759834132131799172011-03-09T17:52:00.000-10:002011-03-09T17:52:01.596-10:00My Sister Gave Up Coffee For Lentwait, wait... My sister gave up coffee for lent?<br />
Im going to get her drug tested. yep, shes been hanging out with charlie sheen.<br />
woman you are a school teacher with three kids, coffee is like the air you breathe!?<br />
Its going to be a long forty days around her<br />
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I feel like I have so many adventures to be going on in the next couple of months and I just cant seem to keep any of it straight! People keep asking me what I am doing with my life on this day or this day if I'm free on this day which is three months from now.. and I have no clue!!! so I did the responsible thing, now I am a calendar girl. Its hung on the wall in front of my bed so that I can see it as soon as I wake up in the morning.<br />
ah, the sweet smell of organization! I am starting to feel a little bit better! Now I just gotta get this room cleaned -_-Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-78902143794392674782011-03-07T06:32:00.000-10:002011-03-07T06:32:07.195-10:00Friends in High PlacesMy last week hasn't been my strongest. Shakey love, bills that just wont seem to be up to date, a room that is still a mess after cleaning almost daily.<br />
And yet I'm okay.<br />
I'm okay because I have Joe to call when I cry. Who IMs me (who does that still?) just to see how my day is going. I have a best friend.<br />
The best part is that distance isn't a factor with him. He doesn't care that I live an hour away. He doesn't care that his schedule is crazy and my schedule is crazy... When I am about to cry, punch someone in the face, or hide in my room and just lay in my bed for a whole week, He is there to kick my ass, make me laugh, and reassure me that as long as I am not dead, then life surely goes on.<br />
So thanks joe, for being a really awesome best friend.<br />
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I want to be working out and choreographing and cleaning and organizing... but here I am.. laying in bed, no motivation.<br />
I think it may be just a mix of frustrations from the last week. Long drives, wrong amounts on paychecks (which lead to overdue bills) lack of inspiration to create something up to my standards. Arguing parents (who argue about nothing) arguing friends, confused feelings.<br />
Everything around me seems so negative and I just want to hide from all of it. I just feel blocked. No writing, no drawing, no dancing.. nothing is coming out of me.<br />
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someone please get me out of this funk =(Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-66943755616198475992011-02-18T18:04:00.000-10:002011-02-18T18:04:12.679-10:00We are having the same feelings.I'm working on getting over somebody. I take a long time to heal, no matter how long or short the relationship was.. it takes me time. Right now I'm afraid my time isn't over yet and I have met someone new.<br />
The problem is.. I don't think he has moved on either. <br />
This is what happens when you do stupid stuff like have a tumblr that you show on your facebook.. other people will see it. I will see it. <br />
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I feel like we are two lost souls who found each other, who will try to love each other.. and we don't even know how. <br />
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I'm rambling.<br />
That's what these are for right?<br />
Welcome back Britteny.. Everything else in your life may have taken a slight change during your blogger hiatus... but as the world can see you're love life is still a disaster.<br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;">I really hate to say that I miss you</span>Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-19074101178956192752011-02-13T09:14:00.000-10:002011-02-13T09:14:35.026-10:00Whip My Hair ft Neil Young & Bruce SpringsteenAMAZING!<br />I love videos that make me smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KpxZwbPcA38?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-54913796886354213882011-02-08T21:38:00.000-10:002011-02-08T21:38:48.666-10:00you know whats a strange concept?Having a friend be your hero.<br />
I am lucky enough to have a hero, and today I get to celebrate him.<br />
His name is Ryan Hogan... he's a dummy, a goofball, not very smooth with the ladies.. and a member of the United States Marines.<br />
Today is his 23rd birthday, and although he will probably find some time to celebrate with his marine buddies, myself, Nick, and a few others will be wishing he was home to crack open a beer, let me bake him a cake, and laugh at his stupidity. <br />
This will be the Third birthday his friends from back home have not been able to spend with him because He has been serving our country... but this year I am extra grateful. Hogan spent his 22nd birthday in the deserts of Afghanistan. I got a phonecall once a month, sometimes less, and I didn't watch the news for 9 months because I was afraid I would see him on the tv screen. <br />
He spent his birthday last year fighting to keep our country safe.. and for that, he is my hero.<br />
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Happy Birthday Hogey Bear.<br />
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I feel like I've gone a little insane without it.<br />
Mostly for the reason that I need this to keep my thoughts organized as my life constantly changes. And by constantly I do mean all of the time. I've gone through job changes again, Things are growing and changing with my dance company, with teaching dance,with LIFE!<br />
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I feel like I don't know where to start, aside from right now life is pretty good. I can't complain about it.<br />
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So I leave this post saying that.. I well, have a lot to say and don't know where to start, but I will... I like to look at this and see where I am, where I am going, how I've grown.. I can't just leave out details while I lacked a computer for three weeks. But for now.. just something to put a smile on your face! Probably the cutest commercial of the superbowl.<br />
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Very sad because it's only a little over a year old. I got a virus within the day between my aunt removing my old antivirus and me (probably unsuccessfully) uploading my new antivirus. So now I am writing this post on my iPod hahaha! <br />
I hope to have my laptop back in a few days so that I may catch back up with all you lovely people that I so much enjoy reading about, seeing your wonderful photos, and drooling over your etsy sites (which I am thinking of creating one soon once I havethe money to restock my art supplies!)(damn why does Alex still have all my paint and brushes?? I really gotta get that back)<br />
Anyway... I might be needing your help soon.. I won't know for sure for a couple of days but there is a possibility my aunt is going to have to wipe out my laptop which means I may lose about a third or so of my music because I haven't backed it up in my harddrive in abt two or more months (oops). So! I may call on you guys to assist me in rebuilding my collection! As soon as I get that hunk of machine I keep half my life on I will let you know where I stand. Hopefully it will be a happy post about the updates in my life that I am so very behind on and not a cry for help to replenish the beautiful collection of music that I pride myself in(really, it's like my baby). <br />
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Hope you all have had a fantastic last couple of eweeks! I can't wait to be able to start reading about them again!Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-44834450414755381342010-12-29T09:37:00.001-10:002010-12-29T09:39:04.434-10:00why my nieces are awesome"See my finger? See my thumb? See my fist? Better run!!!" -Kiara, age 4<br />
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So, at one point I gave up on my ipod and not using my mind for anything and I finally wrote.<br />
I haven't fully picked a title yet, but I think I am going to call it <i>Warm Air</i><br />
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The air was warm<br />
your skin was soft<br />
pale, like the shade of your eyes<br />
as you slept next to me<br />
me, sun kissed<br />
dreaming of better days<br />
and counting all the ways<br />
I tried not to fall for you<br />
yes I’m dreaming of better days<br />
Days when the air was warm.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Thank Hollywood for Darren Aronofsky.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXwFQU8KPRVm7dnCVDoT5xD8LFGBp1usGjLTz3zjCjy8xmO-Eme7vKzu6p4907aSvcHv6EkVhlfGKH9F9pCBzzys65sXs5myYVpQVjSqVacYWa1lRgKi6kHvkf4T4enuQQWS0kcXN17mg/s1600/bs3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXwFQU8KPRVm7dnCVDoT5xD8LFGBp1usGjLTz3zjCjy8xmO-Eme7vKzu6p4907aSvcHv6EkVhlfGKH9F9pCBzzys65sXs5myYVpQVjSqVacYWa1lRgKi6kHvkf4T4enuQQWS0kcXN17mg/s1600/bs3.jpg" /></a></div>Why do I love him so much? It started with a past boyfriend showing me <i>The Machinist</i>. Dark and twisted, gross but you can't stop watching as someones life falls apart. This is how this movie is.<br />
As a dancer, yes I appreciate this movie for the fact that it is based on one of the most popular classical ballet pieces, ever. But that's not what this movie really is about.<br />
What is it about then? I mean perhaps you want to figure it out or you have your own opinion... but the darkness that comes from the inside of a person, even the sweetest person.<br />
It does however actually relate to most dancers, even if it is in a very over exaggerated way, I know I have felt this way.<br />
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Every dancer sees that one person and compares themselves to them. They want to be them in one shape or form... I wish my foot pointed like hers, god I wish my extension was like that.. I def have that leotard and I most def don't look like that in it... she can do a triple pirouette? yea.. well... I'll make a fool of myself trying to do one then because I want to be that good too. Yea. All been there.<br />
There is also something I felt from the main character, Nina. As a dancer I like to get lost in the character I portray... Thankfully I have never had to go so far as she did... but its a commitment that dancers have to make. You can't just walk on a stage and say "today I am going to dance the part of Juliet" and not believe that you are actually her.. that you actually love that boy across the stage from you.<br />
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I feel like I am not expressing myself the way I want to about it... like I can't say it correctly. But if you are a dancer, go and see this movie and you will understand. You will sit there and think to yourself "This is how it really is... sometimes.. this is really how I feel"<br />
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Gah.. so good.Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-83240696580157866832010-12-13T20:27:00.000-10:002010-12-13T20:27:52.190-10:00Kinetic Synergy Dance CompanyHad our first group photo shoot this weekend with my dance company. It could have been better.. some camera difficulty, A member going home early from being sick, and well, it was fourty degrees and we were outside in beautiful Cambridge Mass, in dance clothes. Lovely!<br />
Heres a few shots that I stole and edited<3<br />
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Hope everyone is having a great holiday season! and good luck on those college finals!Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-80154583844527045452010-12-04T11:48:00.001-10:002010-12-04T11:49:00.032-10:00you ever have the downs?Like everything is starting to go your way<br />
things are starting to make sense<br />
your life is starting to get back together<br />
and yet... something inside of you is still unhappy?<br />
an empty you're not sure how to fill?<br />
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Well that sums up my last week.<br />
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</tbody></table>Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-13022124763286391462010-12-01T13:44:00.000-10:002010-12-01T13:44:41.434-10:00aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddI got the job<br />
I start training tomorrow!<br />
Hey, I'm no ballerina, so I can't dance for the Boston Ballet, but at least I can say that I am a part of what makes the company breathe and survive =)<br />
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So now I'm teaching dance, performing with a contemporary company, and working in the office of the biggest dance company and dance school in Massachusetts. My degree is paying off!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">{<a href="http://www.explodingdog.blogspot.com/">via</a>}</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Britt Slipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826518189831228924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717781876492990818.post-12135535846233671842010-11-30T16:39:00.000-10:002010-11-30T16:39:49.787-10:00Exploding Dog, Boston Ballet, and other feelingsSo I stumbled upon this today through tumblr, he has a page that he takes a lot of his art from his website, which is freakin adorable. They are based around the artist himself, sam brown.. the man stick frigure is also sam.. the coffee loving, dargon slaying, best friend of a robot.<br />
The best thing about the cartoons is he is actually realistic about it. They are little comics but you can tell what kind of day he is having by the cartoon he posts. Hungover, heartbroken, going out, in love, in need of coffee.. more coffee, and more coffee, he draws these awesome cartoons about it. The best part is that they are relatable. You look at one and say "I remember feeling like that"<br />
so I've been saving a whole bunch of them.. so look out in my blogs from now on because a lot of them may include pictures from the clever little Sam Brown from Connecticut (of course CT.. because the world knows my follies with men of that state.)<br />
check out his <a href="http://www.explodingdog.com/">website</a> and his<a href="http://www.explodingdog.tumblr.com/"> blog</a>!<br />
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In other news, I had an interview with Boston Ballet for their fundraising committee. I will actually know by tomorrow, which is pretty cool. keeping our fingers crossed!<br />
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I've been in a slump with these crazy dreams I've been having and they have brought back some things I tried to get over.<br />
Truth is I can't<br />
and I miss you terribly.<br />
I really wish it wasn't like this and that we were falling in love and not drifting apart back to square one.<br />
at least I have my rocket powered surf board right??<br />
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