Para bailar la bamba, se necesita una poca de gracia...

I watched Dirty Dancing a few hours ago. I do love that movie. It's… Amusing? No, that's not the word. It's special. Yay for Patrick Swayze.

I was flipping through random blogs while drinking tea, and I suddenly came upon a picture of one of the people in my OT3. I read it, and the blogger said that she wanted to have "passionate angry sex with him." I snorted, and tea went everywhere, and I almost choked and died. I heard that's what we call a "spittake," only different. Well, anyway, I think the lesson is to not look at something that makes you squee while you're drinking hot liquid.

I saw the 1980s version of The Blob last weekend. Now, I don't know if anyone knows this, but I love 80s movies. They're special. And in this movie, a child got killed. Have you ever seen a scary movie where a child died? Before that, I hadn't. And it's funny to watch movies like this with my father and sister. (Sister: *says at random times* I will cut you.) Good times, good times.

I have too much candy left over from Valentine's Day. It's so awful. My teeth are going to rot out of my head. But it's so good. *sticks lollipop in mouth*

Uhm, the History Channel and Discovery Channel have these two shows, Cities of the Underworldand Man vs. Wild (respectively). I don't know, I think I have a thing for dudes going around in the wilderness doing crazy-dumb things in a rather intelligent fashion, but those are my two new shows that I'm obsessed with. I watched- oh, I don't know, five, six hours of it today?

I had an economics project due on Friday at 4 in the afternoon. And let's just say that it's not finished. And I worked with a partner who didn't do her fair share. I've never met a person my age until now who couldn't multiply twenty by one-point-seven (even with a TI-83 in her hands). But the thing is, the night after I turned it in, I went to bed and freaking dreamed about it. I woke up in a frenzy going, "Add the fixed expenses to the flexible, subtract from net income, and carry the remaining cash to the next day!" I had to calm myself down and tell myself that it was over, that I'd turned it in. I'm still seeing that Excel spreadsheet when I close my eyes, dammit.

I'm going to stab school. Stabbity stab stab. Because of it, I've had no more than four hours of sleep every night. My eye muscles are beginning to spasm from lack of sleep. MY BODY IS GOING TO DIE.

Speaking of my body, I'm monitoring it quite closely. I'm rather scared, actually. Not going to elaborate right now, but I'm very frightened.