Icky yuck

I'm dying. Major bummer. I had such steamingly romantic plans for the evening too. And now I'm forced to stay quarantined in Davis. I'm so sad. There's a Jammix tonight! And I really really really want to go. I miss dancing like you wouldn't believe. But dancing with a runny nose is just a bad idea. I don't care how much suck-power you've got in your nasal passages, fast spins will inevitably produce centripetal projectile snot. And people always like to lead me in lots of fast spins. Maybe it's 'cause of my ballet background, so they figure I can take it. And for the most part, I can (provided I have no boogers). Which is funny. I was never that good at turns in ballet... There was this one guy I danced with at 9:20 once (well, twice actually, since he liked me that much). He called himself "Mr. Twirly." He led about 20 spins in succession... It definitely got old...

But yeah... In the absense of dancing and hanging out with long lost friends (ie, those I haven't seen for a month), I'm going to have a germy movie night with Kermit and Fluffy (the stuffed banana). Blockbuster didn't have the romantic comedy I wanted, so I had to get a foreign film about sexual obsession. But hey, what's Valentine's day without a little sexual obsession? =D I got a Marilyn Monroe movie too, to kind of balance things out. Should be fun! And with Kleenex all round! Whoo-hoo!!