Went to the Powerplant last night with my neighbors Pam and Stephanie, and Ian. (Only a mental neighbor. ;-) Met up with a bunch of other people from the dorms. Didn't know it was pajama night. Call me crazy - colour me surprised... But I would have thought this would be an excuse for people to dress up in waaay innapropriate sleep wear.. Instead, it was a bunch of women actually sporting the unwashed-for-weeks-cigarrette-burn-kraft-dinner-covered sweat pants and t-shirts. That, my friends.. is not what I call appealing. (And sure enough, by 12am they were all doing the "I'm single and the lights are gonna come on soon" dance; characterized by blantant eyes of desperation and random man gripping and groping. Yeeps.)
We had a good time, a nice little dance (I now officially now how to two-step, thanks to Jordan in 608 - who couldn't have known that when he spun me around I would let go of his hand and spin oh-so-ginger-rogers like into the curtains), and was in bed fairly early. (Which, I've noticed, never makes it easier to get up the next morning. Hrumph.) I've got a laid back 11am day today, pretty chill. I'm going to clean and do some laundry (the fun never ends) and kick back and work on my philosophy. Which I'm surprised is in the same sentence as "kick back". Oh you nasty maturity.
I'm completely addicted to "The Black Keys". Addicted used lightly, it's not like I'm crushing up their cd to stuff up my nose or anything. Addicted in terms of "Girl is On My Mind" is on constant replay, and I'm pretty sure that everyone thinks I'm nutty. I just picked up the new cd from Megatunes, and I'm considering putting it under my pillow in the hopes that the rock and roll fairy (whom I picture as a discombobulated mix of Pamela Anderson, Joan Jett and Steven Tyler) will make me cooler in exchange. Please check it out..
Until then.. I'm off to wash my pjamas.
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