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WOOT DRUNEKN POST.

No, wait. mure like slightly inebrated (had to look that up loool), uncoordinated and dizzy post. oooooh the ground moves a bit. eeeh.

I want to keep on ~dancingggg~ yeah.

I still haven't watched Torchwood loool.

But yesterday was just such a wonderful day, both fannishly and in RL, and I didn't want to spoil my ~mood~ with the apparent WHATTHEFUCKNESS my flist says it contains.

So anyway, I went out with some college friends to this snappy bar, and I had a blaaaast (as if it wasn't obvious from yesterday's somewhat drunken post) and I danced a lot (my God, I love dancing. You've no idea how.) and drank a bit more and we MADE my ex-bf DANCE LOL (boy is awkward. and shy. It was mighty funny, poor guy).

Not for the first time, I've realized I should be ashamed of how little I know about rock in Spanish. You know, Cuca, Caifanes, Héroes del Silencio, even Soda Stereo, for Christ's sake, I know like, three songs. ;___; And my friends always mock me for it, har har.

Also. I love this song. omg I LOVE it. I want to hear it with the volume as loud as it goes and just moooove along with it.

I'm not so much hungover as just having my stomach not agreeing with me.

UGH. BAD, STOMACH, BAD.

And now I'm off to a family reunion. UM.