ugh. one week of no posts and it's all due to winter carnival, a weeklong team drinking event at our school. it was an awesome time, but you start to feel like you're in this party bubble and when it's all done with, you just want to have five showers, brush your teeth a million times, clean your room and never have a beer again.
it makes you feel completely disjointed from your everyday life: school, friends outside of carnival, family. it makes me a terribly irresponsible person for a week, but as long as that's as long as it lasts, i'm okay with it.
i love carnival for a lot of reasons, but for one biiiig one: for a week, i get to go clubbing every night. i looooooove to dance. however, i love dancing in a particular settings. firstly, there needs to be some sort of riser that i'm allowed to climb on. i don't want to dance with the regular folk; i want to dance above them like some sort of dancing goddess that's risen above everyone else. optimally, someone is also bringing me drinks, so i don't have to get off my riser for some three froshies girls to get up there an grind on. grinding is not dancing, people, it's sex standing up with clothes on. it has its place, but its place is not on the riser. thirdly, the maximum people on the riser is generally three. any more and you can't move, any less is alright. in fact, i kind of like to be alone on the riser to do my thing. lastly, no boys on the riser, because boys always want to grind and see above for my theory on grinding.
people keep asking me what i'm going to do when i'm done school. for the next two weeks, i think i shall say "gogo dancer". too bad it's not the sixties and i'm not in swinging london.
