My ears, my poor ears.
I've been meaning to blog, but through a fatal combination of procrastination and the absence of an internet connection, I haven't.
Currently at NJC's little dance party. It's loud. Very loud. The soundwaves are breaking sentences up into rickety phrases and sentence fragments, like much of the Da Vinci Code.
Now they're all dancing to one of their mass dances. It's way, WAY better than VJ's, for the very fact that they're all dancing very nicely in sync. Upside Down by the Ateens is a really bad song though. Bubblegum pop. And it's not even nice bubblegum, more like those cheapo ones sold at the Mama Shop for 10 cents a pop. Um. No pun intended.
Zilong is sitting, was sitting next to me, yelling. We all have to yell to be heard over the loud speaker whoring.
I'm getting a headache already.
My dears, I will make a very bad clubbing partner. Remember that. I'm an old woman and I spend my Saturday nights reading and petting my cat. I'll be knitting three-armed sweaters for the Salvation Army next.
Zilong's off dancing again, and generally having fun. I'm more than content to sit on their brightly coloured canteen tables tapping away and being anti-social. You can't take the internet away from me!!!!! Nyeah.
Do excuse me for being dull, but I've never seen the attraction of gyrating your body in a small enclosed space with other sweaty, thrusting people. I thrust at you, you thrust at me! Ho ho ho.
My right ear is throbbing. This is not good.
"My Hump" by the Black Eye Peas is currently playing. I still think it's about Breast Cancer. My lovely lady lumps indeed.
Last song, last song. A tuneless rap song about shaking.
Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake etc.
Haven't heard a song about shaking it since the hokey-pokey song. I suppose the shaking makes attractive things jiggle, wiggle and bounce. That's what it's all about I suppose.
Zilooooonnngg. Stop dancinggg. I want to go hooooommmeee.
