hobbes gets his funk on

haha i'm listening to "my boo". and singing along. does it get any more pathetic?

apparently it does. the fact that i admitted said embarrassing detail proves it. :D

it's okay. i've got the earphones in, so i can only really hear usher. i could be way off-key and completely oblivious. i guess it'll become clear if the dogs start howling. they do that when i play the piano sometimes. it either means i sound awesome or the piano is horrifically out of tune. there's not much of a gray area with the pooches.

something completely bizarre happened tonight. it was a terrifying experience, really. i went to an aerobics class. it was possibly the most horrific thing i've ever been through. now my ankles hurt. i've actually never heard anyone scream quite as loud during sustained movement as the instructor was screaming. i kept expecting her to fall over, seizing violently from an overdose of pep. no such luck. haha not that i was wishing her any ill-will. she just had some pretty funky moves going on. speaking of funky, that was one of her favorite words. her catch phrase?
"LET'S GET FUNKY!!"

i laughed my way through the whole thing. when they started the overhead claps, it became almost overly hilarious.

so we're reading an excerpt from Leviathan for philosophy, and i'm looking at it right now. the idea that i'm reading an essay by some bizarre ESL student is perpetuating through my mind. seriously. "Enemies Countrie"? "Democraticall"? "Soveraigne"? "Possesse"? the constant over-capitalization is freaking me out. despite the freaky english, i still have to summarize it. a task i should probably return to.

but remember y'all: when times are tough....
GET FUNKY!!