Dance Dance

Since I have three papers due this week, I decided that I was only allowed to leave the apartment for one night over the weekend. I also decided that if I was only going to escape from homework for one night, I'd better make it good. It seemed like the best option was to join my friends on their trip to the High Noon Saloon for Indie Queer. At first I was a little apprehensive. I mean, I've always been a bit on the preppy side and a horrible dancer, so I figured I probably wouldn't fit in at a wild dance party and drag show, but after we spent some time at Frida's, I started to get into the idea. I wriggled into my roommate's skinny jeans, smeared on some body glitter, and broke out the glow sticks. Basically the night consisted of lots of wildly dressed bodies moving all over each other in a relatively small space. I danced like crazy the whole time, even on-stage (completely unprecedented), and some guy told me multiple times that I was a fantastic dancer. I think he was either on something or thought I was really cute. My roommates attribute it to a combination of the skinny jeans and Carmen Electra and Dancing With the Stars workout tapes. Yes, that's right. I do Carmen Electra Fit to Strip and Dancing With the Stars workouts and I probably brought out my new moves on the dance floor. Whatever it is, I am definitely a dance party convert.

Goodbye White Beach, Hello White Snow

I am currently mourning the end of spring break and nursing multiple sun burns. Vacation was great, but somehow I ended up being the only one who looked like a lobster. Sometimes I feel like I should come with one of those tags that plants have, the ones that say how much sun they can have. Mine tag would probably carry instructions not to leave me in direct sunlight for extended periods of time. It turns out that two hours is enough to get fried, but only in select spots. Despite the fact that aloe is my new best friend, I am definately not ready for break to be over.

Lifetime

Since I have so much to do before leaving for spring break, I declared that I would be a hermit this weekend. I figured I could study, pack, and clean, but, instead of being productive, I watched a bunch of Lifetime original movies. It started when I was flipping through the channels while eating cereal Saturday morning. I started watching the Lifetime movie, and suddenly I was sucked in. I think I watched a total of four this weekend. Who does that? They aren't even that good. Mostly I watched women go through traumatic experiences, fall in love, and end up with their happily ever after. The best part was when my roommate and her friend came back unexpectedly and caught me in the act. They might have to stage a sappy movie intervention. How does everyone else waste time?

Spiralling Semester

I have recently realized that I am pretty much screwed for the rest of the semester. I've been busy this first half, but my homework has at least been somewhat manageable. This is most definately not the case anymore. I'm sure that other people are facing the same thing with work levels quickly spiralling out of control. It may seem like I'm wining, but that's only because I AM wining. Next week I have three midterms, all of which promise to be oh so delightful. For awhile I thought, "at least spring break is close and I can relax", but I was just allowing myself to be fooled. I can't just lay on the beach and forget about classes for a few days because I have way too many things due right when I get back, including 3 papers within the first two weeks. Is everyone else going to have as much to do as I am? Come on, join my little pity party. You'll feel better afterwards; I know I do.

Bitch is the New Black

I loved this SNL clip. It's not the actual video, only a still image, but the sound is the same.