I don’t know if this is a night time dancing song, but I definitely turn it all the way up and dance around the house when this comes on:
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It is definitely time for a dance party again. Maybe I will replace my work out on Monday with it.
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I had a long comment ready to post and my phone ate it right when I was going to submit it. So long story short: I have a Nice Guy ™ being belligerent on my Facebook page concerning the topic of chivalry vs. courtesy. (I am glad chivalry is dead, but I promote courtesy.)
Ugh! Ugh to your phone eating your message and double ugh to Mr. Nice Guy.
Nice Guy ™ continued to plague me until this morning when I decided to remove him from my friends list on FB so he can spread his poison elsewhere. I’m on vacation–leave me alone, ya douche! :P
On another note, vacation is otherwise fantastic. :)
Let’s say hypothetically one made crescent rolls and ate them immediately after they where out of the oven and didn’t realize till midway through the third one that the inside wan’t what one would call cooked,like at all, should one expect a stomachache in the future? I’m asking for a friend…
Nah, you’re probably fine. Or, I mean, your friend is probably fine.
I would hypothetically say you’re – er – your friend is going to be fine. And next time they should try slathering the crescent rolls with jam or jelly and put a slab of brie in there before rolling them up and baking them. I’ve heard rumors this is delicious.
Mmm that does sound yummy. Also no stomachache so far yay.
Or nutella! Another rumor, of course. ;)
Yeee! I just watched last night’s Daily Show with an extra long interview with Neil DeGrasse Tyson. There was so much science. It was lovely.
Otherwise I have spent most of my day (and week) mired in data analysis, visualization, and manuscript writing (as in pre-sci journal article kind of manuscript). Ugh. This is the part of science that I dislike. I am soooo sloooow at writing up my research and it drives my PI crazy, and then I feel like I’m not doing my job well which makes me write even slower because I start over analyzing every word and phrase and sentence because I don’t want to disappoint him and I keep thinking if I’m taking this long then the manuscript should be nearly perfect, and then I get even more crazy in my head and…. And sometimes I wish my thoughts would just organize themselves and spit themselves out already.
No dance party for me. Only writing. (although my kitty is certainly trying to help…. with his pointy, pointy claws…)
I love dance parties! But I’m being a good kid and studying for my exams tomorrow. I shall dance tomorrow night with a large glass of wine while I annoy my parents with my vivaciousness after their super long week of crazy, while they would rather be playing computer card games and spacing out to random television shows. In other words, there will be much obnoxious rejoicing that my parents will secretly love while rolling their eyes and feigning annoyance. *happy sigh* I can’t wait. Aaaand back to studying.