Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture
so tonight was the project grad shake whatcho momma gave you dance (spelling improvised by myself at this late hour) and it was a huge success. as i strutted in with my posse about an hour in, barb informed me that we had broken even. at that point people (meaning seniors who actually count as people, as opposed to the creepy underclassmen guys who stand around watching the upperclassmen shakin it) showed up and while the dancing was bad-- cause it's us, the evening got progressively less awkward. not that it did not have it's moments. and by the way i don't know a single nonawkward dancer. except maybe beth dell, who rocks the dance floor like it's nobody's business. a DDR match between her and ty should be videotaped. or maybe alice versus beth in a dance off alla the al vs. ty showdown at emmett's. i am rambling. it is late. i need to go sleep.
but i am working again tomorrow (long story) and everyone just left. emma, beth dell, al, ru, and don issachar were pulling punk guitar moves in my kitchen. and it has exhausted me. time to sleep. eight hours and six minutes until my shift starts. sheesh, that's no way to live.
much love. mucho dinero. some sweet moves. put your V's up. jules.
but i am working again tomorrow (long story) and everyone just left. emma, beth dell, al, ru, and don issachar were pulling punk guitar moves in my kitchen. and it has exhausted me. time to sleep. eight hours and six minutes until my shift starts. sheesh, that's no way to live.
much love. mucho dinero. some sweet moves. put your V's up. jules.