Thursday, April 17, 2003
 

I turned in my paper! You can't see me, but I'm dancing.

Which reminds me of a great story. At the end of last spring, I turned in my last-ever undergrad paper. Needless to say, I was thrilled beyond comprehension. I was also getting over a horrific sinus infection, which had entailed me getting a steroid shot. Hence, I was hyper beyond belief (eating constantly, not sleeping, all that good stuff). I met a friend on my way back from turning in the papers, and we spent some time flinging books into the trees (don't ask). So that wound me up even more.

I normally kept the blinds in my bedroom closed, because watching the parking lot was a major distraction. Plus, people could see straight into my room, and we socially anxious paranoid types like our privacy. A storm was approaching, though, and this being among my favorite weather phenomena, I'd opened up the blinds for a view.

So I landed in my room turned on some Springsteen (my official getting the heck out of Dodge music), and proceeded to boogie. Then I realized the blinds were open. Then I realized that one of the dudes above us was standing in the parking lot. Staring.

If it had been Vegas, he would have thrown money at me, man.

I need to curb my dancing as is. I'm sure the person below me hates me, because I never walk anywhere. I tend to travel in balletic leaps, which are often necessitated by the piles of books and papers that cover my floor. If you sat on your butt as much as I do, you'd understand.

In the meantime, with an Amazon birthday certificate, I purchased a set of yoga DVDs. And Lucinda Williams' new CD, whee! Should give me something else to dance to. Or cry in my beer to. Whatever. And at least the yoga will be a quiet, non-leaping activity.

Speaking of quiet activities, it's high time that Elvisette headed to bed. I'm barely coherent. But you never would have guessed that, right?

Elvisette philosophized at 11:14 PM