I'm sitting in class right now. I'm 1 of 3 people. My prof isn't here. She said she wasn't going to attend because she wanted to use this evening as a "group work" session. My group stayed for 15 minutes. I mean, hell, the Yanks are about to take the World Series. However, I chose to stay. Not just because Handsome Handy Man and I carpooled to school today, but also because I have a final presentation that I have to give tomorrow that I've been procrastinating for the past couple of weeks. It's not that hard. I'm not that worried. And quite frankly, I could care less about the damn class. I think life will go on just fine without another lecture of modern Latin American architecture. I don't even like modernism that much. Ick.
Anyway, today was a good day. I woke up, played with Leroi, aka Mushkiss, did laundry, cleaned, organized, all while listening to Michael. Yep, today was an all day Michael day. God, love him. I have been practicing my dance moves and grooves. I dunno what I've been practicing them for, but who knows? Maybe one day, I'll have my fifteen minutes of fame where I just bust a crap load of moves and impress people and be like "what now biatch, I move like Michael!" I dunno; had a dream about that last night. I was dancing right next to him on stage. I was damn good, too. Hmm...
So, Drew isn't the biggest MJ fan. And that's fine. He's from the midwest. He's country. Or tries to be. Who knows these days? Sometimes he's hip hop and dances along in the car to a beat, or sometimes he blares freakin' country. I like country, don't get me wrong, but I have to be in the mood for it. It's not an all-day fest like it is with MJ. So in the car on the way to school today, I had my MJ playlist bumpin'. I, of course, was singing and dancing along. I don't think Drew likes it when I sing and dance in the car. I probably embarrass him. I don't even think he knows I don't do it intentionally. Singing and dancing is in my bones. I feel the groove, I gotta' move. Simple as that. So Drew told me to knock it off. I, of course, take it offensively and decide that I will continue singing and dancing because it makes me feel good. I mean, hello, Off The Wall was playing. There's really no decision of whether to sing and dance or not, because it's just natural. He seemed kinda annoyed; he wanted to listen to something a bit more relaxing and calm. So wrong. I listen to smooth jazz most everyday. But today was an MJ day and he knew that. Yeah, I'm a little hardcore, but c'mon. I gotta' sing and dance and I gotta' have MJ. My sister understands. She freakin' gets me. Little does Drew know that I don't need anyone else around to sing and dance in the car. I get so many weird looks from other drivers. They seem to enjoy my enthusiasm for music in the car. Or they seem to think I should be put in an insane asylum. Oh well. That's their prob, Bob.
This post isn't about anything in particular. I just really wanted to type something to avoid this presentation crap.
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