Oh my gosh. I am so cold.
T-minus one week until I move. I am all nervous-like. I'm completely stressed out. I even got called 'abrasive' last night. Edgy.
It doesn't help that I have been freezing my ass off for the last 14 hours. I went to Friday Night Swing last night, and the hall practically had stalactites hanging from the ceiling. What is this hyperbole you speak of? I coughed all night from trying to dance while breathing in that air. On the plus side, there were lots of newer people last night, and that was cool. I'm glad to have met them, because I've gotten roped into a ballroom social dance on Monday evening at Towson, where otherwise, I'd be all awkward-like.
It's also become apparent to me that I need to learn a little Lindy, if only so I don't look like a complete fluffhead when a Lindyhopper asks me to dance. I learned two moves last night that you can mix with East Coast, but I have yet to learn the basic step. I'm kind of intimidated, in that "I'm not sure my hips do that" kind of way. Still, Sarah says it'll tone my ass into steel, so that's an incentive.
I got home and took a quick shower before plunking my head down on the pillow at 12:30. I burrowed under two blankets, in flannel PJ bottoms and a sweater. I shivered all night, waking up from time to time because it was too cold to get comfy in my room. When I woke up at 5am, my joints were stiff from sleeping with my knees drawn to my chest. And this office is as cold asthis a witch's nipple. I'm wearing three layers. This is ridiculous. Pancakes now, please.
Feel free to tell me when this gets old. I'll call Chuck Norris, and he'll kick your ass.
"When Chuck Norris does push-ups, he does not push himself up. He pushes the Earth down."
I walked downstairs the other night, and my parents were watching Walker, Texas Ranger. I burst into giggles and almost choked.
(In other news, oy, am I shallow. One day, my pretties. One day.)
It doesn't help that I have been freezing my ass off for the last 14 hours. I went to Friday Night Swing last night, and the hall practically had stalactites hanging from the ceiling. What is this hyperbole you speak of? I coughed all night from trying to dance while breathing in that air. On the plus side, there were lots of newer people last night, and that was cool. I'm glad to have met them, because I've gotten roped into a ballroom social dance on Monday evening at Towson, where otherwise, I'd be all awkward-like.
It's also become apparent to me that I need to learn a little Lindy, if only so I don't look like a complete fluffhead when a Lindyhopper asks me to dance. I learned two moves last night that you can mix with East Coast, but I have yet to learn the basic step. I'm kind of intimidated, in that "I'm not sure my hips do that" kind of way. Still, Sarah says it'll tone my ass into steel, so that's an incentive.
I got home and took a quick shower before plunking my head down on the pillow at 12:30. I burrowed under two blankets, in flannel PJ bottoms and a sweater. I shivered all night, waking up from time to time because it was too cold to get comfy in my room. When I woke up at 5am, my joints were stiff from sleeping with my knees drawn to my chest. And this office is as cold as
Feel free to tell me when this gets old. I'll call Chuck Norris, and he'll kick your ass.
"When Chuck Norris does push-ups, he does not push himself up. He pushes the Earth down."
I walked downstairs the other night, and my parents were watching Walker, Texas Ranger. I burst into giggles and almost choked.
(In other news, oy, am I shallow. One day, my pretties. One day.)