Forget About The Dirty Looks

So, dude.

Today was A Good Day. One of the best, I think.

During this Good Day, we danced. We danced a LOT. Not nice, sensible, normal dancing. The flinging-yourself-around-the-room-like-a-complete-nutter style dancing. You know the type. Stress-relieving dancing. "Letting-your-hair-down" dancing. Making a fool of yourself dancing. The very best type. Ahhh. I know we dance like nutcases on treadmills ALL THE TIME, but today, it was exactly what I needed. And it was more than the usual dancing. It was like a proper signal that the term had started, I'm back with my BEST FRIENDS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD, and even though we have these horrible exams coming up as well as a whole pile of other nonsense, I am OKAY, because of the dancing, because of the music, and because of mes amis. Of whom I love with the entirety of my heart. Which is a disgusting and girly girly girly thing to say. But, unfortunately, it is true. You people are my ROCKS upon which I STAND (thank you, Coldplay). Now shoot me for my infinite girlishness. But really, what can you expect?