Good morning!

I woke up this morning at about 8:30, grabbed my book, and headed out to the hammock in Arianne's yard. I quickly sat down, and quickly flipped the hammock upside down, tumbling off and landing on my ass a yard or so away. Whoopsie-doosie.

whoa

No matter how many times I hear this part of "Go Go Gadget Flow," I'm still amazed at the very rhyme-iness of it all. And at the connectedness of it, to itself and to other people's stuff.

They race in circles like they raisin a gerbil
I race in a circle like I'm raisin a horse
I'm racin a Porsche while they racin in place
They race in a cage I race on a course

That case in the court did not defer the dream
I am still a raisin in the sun ragin against the machine

Plus, Lupe dances like I dance.

two songs I can't stop listening to these days:

Dancing in movies will never get old.

I want to be able to dance like this. I feel as though it is the good-dancer version of my particular style of dance, the style for which I, of course, have the bad-dancer version. I just like all the flailing!



This would also be acceptable for me:

This one might have something to do with my crush on Lauryn Hill. I'm particularly impressed with the moves that emerge at around 2:42 in this clip.

It's 7:36 am;

I'm sitting in my classroom; the theme song for Welcome Back, Kotter is playing over the P.A., and over the music, I can hear the administrators and secretaries in the office giggling. So that's funny.

why is this not a more popular song

and why, when I dance like that now, do people think I look stupid? I look good.

This is a good song because it's a break-up song, and it's like, "Eh, ain't no thing." And I like that. No remorse.

just... you know... drivin', dancin', bein'

weekend theme song

Roommates gone for the weekend. Apartment to myself.