Woo hoo-ness

Well, here it is, Monday again. Ugh. Mondays suck. Mainly because I have to actually wake up. Which is never fun. But this morning was extra sucky, because somehow (I don't remember setting it) my alarm goes off at 7. I don't have to leave the house until 10:30-:45. So really, there is no reason for me to wake up before 8:30 or 9:00. Blah. And then there's the fact that finals are coming up, and I really don't want to think about them, but I have to, because I have to study, so that I can pass, which is always a good thing.
Plus, I'm a massive loser, because I have this letter that I wrote for Janna, I wrote it in the 5 minute chunks I have before Physics, so it's 2 pages that took me the better part of 2 months to write, and now, I keep forgetting to take the stupid thing and mail it. Janna, I apologise if it doesn't get to you before you get on the plane to come back to good ol' (cold) Can-ad of A. I'll try to send it tomorrow.
We went to a social on Friday. Robyn and I looked ridiculously hot. I was wearing black pants and this fantastic leopard print silk halter top, and she was wearing beaded jeans (turquoise and gold on dark indigo wash) and a light turquoise tank top and matching shrug. And we each had a pair of black boots. She was amazed that I could dance like I was in heels like that. To tell the truth, I was a little amazed too. I mean, I danced for the better part of 4 hours in 3 inch heels. GO ME! My feet were a little sore the next day, but they were fine by noon. So that's exciting. Yay for 'Gus not crapping out and taking off her shoes and dancing barefoot (say it with me now..."EEEEEWWWW") One of the only reasons that I didn't was because I would DREAD putting them back on when we had to go back out to the car. Because if it was back home, yeah sure, barefoot. Whatever. The not so nice end of the city at 2 am? Shoes will be ON my feet thank you very much.
So, I leave you all with There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet by Panic! at the Disco.

Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...

Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...

When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes, woah-oh
Everything goes according to plan.

I am the new cancer,
never looked better, you can't stand it.
because you say so under your breath.
your reading lips, "When did he get all confident?"
haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer,
never looked better and you can't stand it.

Next is a trip to the..the ladies room in vain and
I bet you just can't keep up(keep up!) with these fashionistas and.
Tonight tonight, you are you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them, your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh-
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that,"I'm a diva"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box
On the table, they just so happen to be laced with
nitroglycerin.

I'm the new cancer,
never looked better, you can't stand it.
because you say so under your breath.
your reading lips, "When did he get all confident?"
haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer,
never looked better and you can't stand it.

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better and you can't stand it.
haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
i've never looked better and you can't stand it.

And I know and I know, It just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course I'll be distracted when I spike the punch.