this, for the most part will be textless. A blog about a silent dance party should be silent as well. although, I must interject my thoughts on occasion. behold, the greatness that occurred on December 3rd.
I was there. Can you see me in the crowd?
the party had ended within four minutes and the horde had more or less cleared out (probably rushing off to some ungodly final). yours truly was asked to give an interview. By interview, I thought they would ask my opinion and jot down a few well phrased quotes. NOPE. They definitely whipped out a nice camera. I always hate camera interviews, you never know where to look, the person asking the questions, the camera, the attractive body of flesh holding the camera.... its just so visually overwhelming. It makes it look like they interviewed a crazy with darting eyes, and therefore, makes you feel 27 different kinds of ridiculous. then they pull one of these on you....
They ask you a question, that is only loosely associated with the topic at hand and makes no sense. "How do you think your finals will go now that you danced?"
hmmm.... I wish I had said what is stated above... instead I stammered on something along the lines of ".........g-g-ooood..?........." I told them I had a final to go to so they would leave me alone.... they asked me if I would dance on my way to my final... I, in my awkwardness, said yes... then I danced away to avoid further social embarrassment.
and that is what happened.
Cartoon Kylie is hot. And that party was the best idea ever. And I love cartoon Brad's scar.
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