I'd Rather Dance With You

Freshman Guy has decided he needs a casual dance partner, and I've been drafted as the person most likely to both be in the dorm and be willing to indulge his whim. But I can't dance a bit, 5 years of ballet not being enough to counteract my incredible lack of grace or natural rhythm. So tonight he showed up and we had an impromptu swing lesson (to Final Fantasy music), with a brief veer into the tango.

My dorm room is too small for proper dancing, of course, and he like to dance the girl's part, so by the end we were just improving and spinning each other over and over. I went from utterly hopeless to dizzy and hopeless and giggling too hard to stand up straight. I fear our hopes of landing a role on Broadway as a brilliant double-act may be dashed. But I think eventually I will be able to attend a fancy-dress party without humiliating myself, and Freshman Guy seemed to be enjoying himself. :D

*wobbles cheerfully off to bed*

Younger Than Springtime

The last couple of weeks, I've been on a big spring cleaning kick. I've got to-do lists and everything - written down on actual paper, even, and not just in ballpoint on the back of my hand! The level of forethought and organizational skill this requires for me honestly cannot be overemphasized.

Last week Freshman Roommate and I vacuumed for the first time since winter break, after months and months of having the same conversation EVERY SINGLE FRIDAY about how awful the floor looked and how this weekend, absolutely for sure, we were going to suck it up and get the vacuuming over with. This weekend I decided to try to get my bookcase tidied up - I didn't bother putting away the books I used for my classes last quarter, and between that and the constant taking down and replacing of books I was reading for myself, it had gotten pretty awful. But now it looks all neat and pretty!

( I have proof! )