guanin

Which is great, because there's no nausea or floor wobbling below. I just came back from that Bolivian Carnival I mentioned earlier. Basically, it was a lot of music and a lot of dancing and I loooove dancing. I really have to do this more often. I went with a girl from my class, her husband, and a couple of friends of hers, all Bolivian except for her. She's Argentinean. She used to be a professional dancer, so obviously she loves dancing, too. FYI, do not ever go dancing with a sweater on ever. I need to remember to wear a short sleeve underneath next time, because the sweat is murder. And wear a belt. I forgot my belt today and my jeans were falling off. I felt like Cantinflas. Not good. On the other hand, I learned (well, kinda) how to dance Bolivian music, which I'd never danced before. It's a completely different rhythm from Salsa or Merengue, which is all I've known how to dance by this point. well, Reggeaton doesn't count.

I've got Marc Anthony on right now and keep dancing in my chair. I'm so wired. I'm actually singing. I never sing to songs unless I'm in this kin do mood cause I didn't get the singing gene. I feel like calling someone but it is 1 in the morning, so not possible.