I cannot find the cord that connects my mp3 player to my computer. Subsequently, I cannot load it up with that damnable Arctic Monkeys song that haunts my mind both in waking and in sleep. Everything I do, all I can think is "I bet that you look good on the dance floor".
This is a big deal, ok.
I went to one Samantha Rice's birthday party last night and danced quite a bit. Many people described it as a sort of 80's prom vibe. That is probably accurate. A very sceney dance party.
I'm going to see V For Vendetta tonight, which promises to be pretty good. I will also definitely continue not being able to listen to British kids railing on about dance floors. Woe!