Dance all night, Dance all day

It's fooking cold tonite. Gosh. Usually I would be curled up in the fetal position trying to muster any warmth I can get, but I am up at this ungodly hour trying to finish a paper I should have done A long time ago.All thanks to a nasty bout with food poisoning and a perpetual penchant for procrastination, I am attempting to do two weeks worth of work in one night. And because of this I am going to be drooling in AP chem today. How fun! This weekend was awesome. I'd have to put it in the top ten of high school experiences, closely behind popping balloons in the Papa John's parking lot. I went to the mall with my buddy/life partner(besties!) Ambrose.And did incredibly fun things like hold random conversations with the clerk in the underground (kinda feel like a fool in the end though) Found out alot about his life and realized that maybe I need to hold off on a few things until, well until something. Anyways after this and having a nice little conversation about names with the people over at Starbucks, who can't get enough of them, me and my dearAmbrose daringly walked across county line and went to Barnhills and encountered a waiter who charged us half price (the meal was supposed to be like 10.00, he charged us five)Sweet! I battled with the soft serve machine that never stops serving and ate freezer burnt cheesecake with a side of raspberry cake. It was great.Then with the money we saved we trekked across Countyline once more and made a pit stop to Krispy Kreme for a little glazed sin. We went back to the mall and attempted to end the night with one more conversation with the clerk. ( although in my opinion I should have stopped while I was ahead, but hey what's life if you can't look like an asshole at least once.) But the best part of the night was when I was in the underground. The clerk who was working had set the radio to Q 105 (I think) and all these Motown songs kept coming on. And whenever there's Motowne(ha) Hope does the twist and the mash potato and the swing. Great. So I am dancing, pulling out all the moves and this little baby comes with his binky in his mouth and watches my dances with his big blue eyes. I mean this baby was quite gorgeous. And it was great, no not that the little boy was being exposed to my failed attempts at rhythmically gyrating, but that the baby was able to see something different and maybe store it in his long term subconscious, so that when he grows up that's one more thing they can't tell him he can't do, cause he saw me do it. And hopefully one day I'll see him dance in public and not be afraid to be himself. So yay! That was about all I did this weekend except for exhibit many shameful displays of laziness. Goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow.