SINGING & DANCING TO THE SONGS ON THE RADIO- IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO.
It just miiiiiight be possible that this week takes the prize for "week with the most bullshit!"
It was ridden with so much bull that the only way to remedy feeling like crap was to sing and dance to upbeat songs and not give a rat's pink ass who observes you. I'd like to take this moment to thank Kelly Clarkson, Gwen Stefani, Snoop Dogg, and Beyonce for music that induces stress relief via upbeat tempos. Their music definitely made Thursday night waaaaay better for Lilly and I.
The journey began when Lilly & I were filled up to the brim with the antics of certain young men. We went to Hamilton's, the official Loyola student bar where we were appropriately forewarned (right outside the door) by a random guy: "there's some sorry ass guys in there waiting for you!" Little did the random street prophet know that we were going to Hamilton's to dance and forget about sorry ass guys for the evening.
We danced our faces off and then sat there watching Caucasian people dance and deduced that certain males should not be let on the floor (especially if they are dancing alone) and that most Caucasian females are lesbians on the dance floor (Ladies, you don't need to be all up on each other to get noticed, unless you're aiming to attract horn-dog pervs.) Who knows, could just be the Loyola crowd; Nevertheless, it made for a damn good laugh. I'm not a racist, I have White friends. LOL....I love when people say that. Honestly speaking though, I do love me some white people, there are white people in my family, so if you take offense at my writing, don't freekin read it.
We took off to Casey Moran's in Wrigleyville when they started to play Cotton Eye Joe at Hamilton's. We met up with my very drunk friend, Lizzle-cake who assured me that I was her favorite Mexican, and Lilly that she was her favorite Assyrian.
Later that night, I inevitably had to deal with the aforementioned problem causing boy. He was in some sorry condition over me being so upset at him. I felt no sympathy and it showed. And what did I learn? No need to cry over someone, no matter how much you care about them- laugh instead, and right after that, hang out with your favorite people and dance!
Dance, dance, dance and sing and laugh at other people bc they're probably laughing at you and you must even the balances.
Tonight, we are going out again hoping to top the fantastic events of last night.
QOTD
"Hey look, it's Barry Manilow! Are you a fanilow?" -Lilly after catching a glimpse of Mr. Manilow at a restaurant we were at
"I don't do anything else...but I'm a makeout whore! Yeah, I own it!! Word!" -Ms. Boozie McScheller at Casey Moran's
"Jen, he's a child..all of them are. Ya gotta plant your heel and keep it firm- like- 'don't touch the t.v. bitch' (smack) 'bitch, don't touch the socket!' (smack)" -Jessie on disciplining the boyfriend
ME: Yeah I had a lot of fun last night, but I lost an earring :(
SANDY: You should've lost your damn boyfriend, that's what you should've lost!
It was ridden with so much bull that the only way to remedy feeling like crap was to sing and dance to upbeat songs and not give a rat's pink ass who observes you. I'd like to take this moment to thank Kelly Clarkson, Gwen Stefani, Snoop Dogg, and Beyonce for music that induces stress relief via upbeat tempos. Their music definitely made Thursday night waaaaay better for Lilly and I.
The journey began when Lilly & I were filled up to the brim with the antics of certain young men. We went to Hamilton's, the official Loyola student bar where we were appropriately forewarned (right outside the door) by a random guy: "there's some sorry ass guys in there waiting for you!" Little did the random street prophet know that we were going to Hamilton's to dance and forget about sorry ass guys for the evening.
We danced our faces off and then sat there watching Caucasian people dance and deduced that certain males should not be let on the floor (especially if they are dancing alone) and that most Caucasian females are lesbians on the dance floor (Ladies, you don't need to be all up on each other to get noticed, unless you're aiming to attract horn-dog pervs.) Who knows, could just be the Loyola crowd; Nevertheless, it made for a damn good laugh. I'm not a racist, I have White friends. LOL....I love when people say that. Honestly speaking though, I do love me some white people, there are white people in my family, so if you take offense at my writing, don't freekin read it.
We took off to Casey Moran's in Wrigleyville when they started to play Cotton Eye Joe at Hamilton's. We met up with my very drunk friend, Lizzle-cake who assured me that I was her favorite Mexican, and Lilly that she was her favorite Assyrian.
Later that night, I inevitably had to deal with the aforementioned problem causing boy. He was in some sorry condition over me being so upset at him. I felt no sympathy and it showed. And what did I learn? No need to cry over someone, no matter how much you care about them- laugh instead, and right after that, hang out with your favorite people and dance!
Dance, dance, dance and sing and laugh at other people bc they're probably laughing at you and you must even the balances.
Tonight, we are going out again hoping to top the fantastic events of last night.
QOTD
"Hey look, it's Barry Manilow! Are you a fanilow?" -Lilly after catching a glimpse of Mr. Manilow at a restaurant we were at
"I don't do anything else...but I'm a makeout whore! Yeah, I own it!! Word!" -Ms. Boozie McScheller at Casey Moran's
"Jen, he's a child..all of them are. Ya gotta plant your heel and keep it firm- like- 'don't touch the t.v. bitch' (smack) 'bitch, don't touch the socket!' (smack)" -Jessie on disciplining the boyfriend
ME: Yeah I had a lot of fun last night, but I lost an earring :(
SANDY: You should've lost your damn boyfriend, that's what you should've lost!
posted by LoveisLife4Nen at 1:12 PM
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