just got home, and would like to remark on just a few things...

i love my old people
(that is, the residents where i work)
and the new boss lady is wonderful and mirm's going for an interview and my old people are the best ever.

i love books.
went to the library after the fiesta de latina that was fantab times except a certain former spanish teacher kept glaring at me for no reason.
except that was fun too.
so we went to the liberry to get books for euro book review and i started salivating just being in the same room with as many books. had to exercise extreme restraint to only get those few books i still won't have time to read anyway. and i didn't even go into the fiction section.
am nerd.
and oh i love it so.

i love dancing in the rain
dance partay breakdown: no rain- hip hop; rain- rock. it only seems fitting. don't ask why. so we jumped and bounced and swung around in circles and rolled in puddles (well one of us did. then screamed like a girl) and mocked people at homecoming and did the booty call (and i fondly remembered a certain electric slide in a certain monsoon in a certain wal mart parking lot last year) and "good morning"ed to baby got back... just for the heck of it. so this went on for about an hour and it was reestablished ska is best to bounce to and shake one's mop of hair and punk runs second and rock is fun to just be angry and aggressive in the rain for a few minutes before you want to bounce again. and short hair is fun to shake. and i love dancing in the rain.

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moral:
it truly is how one ends a day that is ultimately recorded and filed under either "fabulous" or "suck"

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