Don't Tell Me You Were 'Born This Way'

So, tonight was, to say the least...interesting. I'm kind of glad it's over though.

You know those girls that you see in the hallways and go, "Ohhhh boy. I'm really glad that A) I'm not you. B) I only have to see your skanky butt between classes and C) Why are you getting with so many boys, girl. You aren't even that pretty." You know the click they hang with so you make a judgement whether you are openly judgemental or not. You can't help judging people. And with these girls, you get the airhead skank.

Yeah, that whole judgement is true. You're stereotype is spot on.

Holy Geeze.

You girls are gross and there's a good reason I won't dance with you.

My pop, lock and drop may need work, but I can kick your butt in liquid dance. And really, that's a classy form of sexy. You just flash everyone in your tiny dresses.

BUT who am I to judge you.

Oh yeah, I maintain a little classiness when I leave the room, you took off screaming down a hallway. You're in a HOTEL!

Ho-Tel
(Noun)
Place where people gather to stay and spend the night.

People were trying to sleep. Please stop being yourselves for two seconds and think about the rest of the world.

Okay? Thanks.

On a happier note, I may have a photoshoot tomorrow with Seester.
Which would make my day.
And beyond.

Legally Blonde style.

Oh, and I stood next to an almost seven foot tall guy today. I'm five one... Do the math...
Though I'm sure it made for an excellent picture.