Terrific Thursday

And the fun you can have singing in the rain

Doo-dloo-doo-doo-dooDoo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo...I'm singing in the rainJust singing in the rainWhat a glorious feelin'I'm happy againI'm laughing at cloudsSo dark up aboveThe sun's in my heartAnd I'm ready for loveLet the stormy clouds chaseEveryone from the placeCome on with the rainI've a smile on my faceI walk down the laneWith a happy refrainJust singin',Singin' in the rain

Life in general is pretty much the same, and nothing extremely eventful has happened since I have last written. I've learned valuable lessons about evil sandwiches, and had fun working, along with some late night festivities. Last night was Gin and Tonic night @ Starbar (if your a girl), we found ourselves @ The Gaff afterwards (the worst club in the city - in my opinion). After being tortured by a terrible DJ that ruined Billy Jean (it was sinful. It's such a good dancing tune), we decided to depart and head to The Cross.

I wish the city planners would have made more streets parallel, because we were walking in the right direction but ended up getting extremely lost. The best and worst part of the situation was that it started POURING rain during the walk. We played in the rain for probably the better fraction of an hour. I actually secretly longed for a good twirl and dance in the rain. It was fun, just myself and a fun girl Maggie twirling and singing in the rain Clockwork Orange style (but without the Ultra Violence-we are just too pleasant of girls ya know *teehee*)....

Anyways for some reason I woke up feeling like a million dollars....(despite the fact I got home beyond soaked @ probably 3:30-4:00 in the morning). I feel very inspired to do something special for myself today that involves something out of routine. I was looking at Yoga on the beach but there are no classes today *drat* Perhaps some Chakra dancing, Belly Dancing, Pilates maybe...hmmmm so many possibilities. Part of the reason as well I would say is because of the terrible DJ. The songs were okay but he would mix them worse then a toddler doing cut and paste with shards of glass. I so longed for a real good dance. I had my dancing shoes on and even had a spot on the stage. It feels very frustrating when music is that bad that your body wants to move, but your mind just wont let you get into it. The point of this rant is that because I never got my dancing out of my system I feel it has bottled up forcing me to skip down the street, twirl and dance, and sing. Perhaps I should thank the DJ, for prolonging my dancing fever, and increasing my feelings of aspiration...That's just an optimistic view of the situation though...Anyways...Girls are crazy like that....Cute little creatures we are *Eyelash Bat*

Anyways I want to make my journey into a mission where I will take the bus and go somewhere I haven't been before. George ST (The main street downtown) got nauseating after the first week. Another reason is to get away from all the crazy Christmas shoppers......Since I'm not emerging myself in the Christmas culture this year I feel no need to be anywhere consumerism takes place.

I'm glad that the weather has picked up and it's sunny today, too sunny to be sitting on my computer as a matter of fact. I just wanted to talk about my aspirations for the endless opportunities of my day off.........

Anyways Wish me Luck

Chrissy*