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Jan. 7th, 2008 09:02 pm Today I was really incredibly unrealistically blissfully happy, for reasons that I shan't elaborate right now. They're good reasons, rest assured. I scared the hell out of all my friends by giving them huge sparkling smiles, randomly remarking "Isn't today fantastic?", and humming Gwen Stefani's The Sweet Escape under my breath. (The song itself is a little inane, but it's the only thing that comes close to matching how intoxicatingly good I feel.)
I really want to dance, actually. I'm a decent solo dancer, reasonably graceful and with some sense of rhythm. I am, however, an atrocious dance partner because I always try to lead.
On a slightly related note, I absolutely love that when I'm bored I have vast quantities of mentally-stored high-quality porn of actual literary merit to think about. I don't know what other people without fandoms resort to, but I vaguely pity them.
Even less relatedly, I saw Juno. It was adorable, the acting was good, and the soundtrack was nice in a raw, too-cool-for-production indie sort of way. Solid A, would watch again.
I really want to dance, actually. I'm a decent solo dancer, reasonably graceful and with some sense of rhythm. I am, however, an atrocious dance partner because I always try to lead.
On a slightly related note, I absolutely love that when I'm bored I have vast quantities of mentally-stored high-quality porn of actual literary merit to think about. I don't know what other people without fandoms resort to, but I vaguely pity them.
Even less relatedly, I saw Juno. It was adorable, the acting was good, and the soundtrack was nice in a raw, too-cool-for-production indie sort of way. Solid A, would watch again.
