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busy 2 days. i don't plan ahead. well, i thought starting sunday was planning ahead. it would be if all i had to do was 1 or 2 things, but i have about 7 things to do by Tuesday. joy. o frabjous day, callou callay. (my macroecon prof recited Jabberwocky on Friday, he's a nut)
march 11 i'll be in hawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
STATE #50! hurray, hurray! and i'll be traipsing about volcanoes and various beaches. my pal kayti q will be in honolulu at the same time we'll be there...how bizarre. we'll do lunch. on oahu. wahoo!
last night amy and i were troopers/latin dancing maniacs. we sludged through rivers of slush (i don't mean slush. i mean slush with a layer of dirty water over it. icy cold, 3 inch rivers of slush on every sidewalk and street) in our dancing shoes, laughing uncontrollably to the bus stop. it seemed like a nightmare: we were all psyched to go latin dancing, and we open the door and are surprised by rivers of water saturated slush without end, and we wade through them yelping and laughing and wheezing. nightmarish indeed. ALL WE WANNA DO IS DANCE! the bus came, we went uptown, latin night was cancelled, the dj wouldnt come outside and play. so we hid in the stairwell until the bus came again. tiny fragile amy was so pained by frozen feet that she had a mental breakdown/nausea/laughing attack on the busride. oh lord. it was odd. then we ran home in slush and amy burst in the door screaming and crying, literally crying. if you have met amy, you realize how bizarre this is. after we stood in hot water in the tub for a while, her brain started functioning again.
we would not have even opened the door if it weren't latin night, mind you. this explains a lot.
march 11 i'll be in hawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
STATE #50! hurray, hurray! and i'll be traipsing about volcanoes and various beaches. my pal kayti q will be in honolulu at the same time we'll be there...how bizarre. we'll do lunch. on oahu. wahoo!
last night amy and i were troopers/latin dancing maniacs. we sludged through rivers of slush (i don't mean slush. i mean slush with a layer of dirty water over it. icy cold, 3 inch rivers of slush on every sidewalk and street) in our dancing shoes, laughing uncontrollably to the bus stop. it seemed like a nightmare: we were all psyched to go latin dancing, and we open the door and are surprised by rivers of water saturated slush without end, and we wade through them yelping and laughing and wheezing. nightmarish indeed. ALL WE WANNA DO IS DANCE! the bus came, we went uptown, latin night was cancelled, the dj wouldnt come outside and play. so we hid in the stairwell until the bus came again. tiny fragile amy was so pained by frozen feet that she had a mental breakdown/nausea/laughing attack on the busride. oh lord. it was odd. then we ran home in slush and amy burst in the door screaming and crying, literally crying. if you have met amy, you realize how bizarre this is. after we stood in hot water in the tub for a while, her brain started functioning again.
we would not have even opened the door if it weren't latin night, mind you. this explains a lot.