we can dance if we want to. we can leave your friends behind, 'cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance well they're no friends of mine.

 author's note: I am in an extremely goofy mood.

I'm all jacked up on coffee and twizzlers and happy bubbles.

you have been warned.

do you like it boy?
  i wa-wa-want
what you wa-wa-want
give it to me baby
like boom, boom, boom
what i wa-wa-want
is what you wa-wa-want
na, na
ah, ah

(is this even fucking English?!?!)

I think I feel kinda dirty... I just had an intense rock out moment to Rihanna. I can't help myself! I have these urges where I feel I must listen to ridiculous music extremely loud and break it down like a spastic 12 year old with Tourrette's. (Like where the fuck did this come from?) Do other people have those moments too? I'm imagining so. Perhaps they just aren't as open about it. It's not like I don't get embarrassed when I get caught, because quite frankly, I know there are moments where I look a lot like this guy. I think I even make that face sometimes...

There was the time I got caught singing into a corn dog because I thought I was home alone. Actually, if I recall correctly I was double fisting corn dogs. (Hahaha, that sounds so dirty.) One was a microphone, one was my imaginary drum stick.  Pretty sure I was listening to Poison or Def Leppard too. Maybe both, who knows. I'm not sure how long he was watching.

Hello, my name is Aly, and I have an addiction to 80's hair metal. True story, I've actually seen Poison 4 times... had box seats for one of them.
 Brett Michaels <3    

(NOTE: I blame my mother for this.)


Oh, and we can't forget about my Katy Perry obsession.
(NOTE: I blame Jessa for this.)

Or the time I was having an arm flailing, goofy faced epic rock out session to Hanson in the car on the way to school and the truck driver honked at me... I'm normally good about containing it to a room with a locked door and the shades drawn, but y'know. Shit happens.

I think dancing is an integral part to life. At least it is to me, even if it's just going to local shows. Or doing flying leaps through my living room while I'm cleaning. Or doing the butt wiggle in front of the mirror while I'm getting ready for work and belting out Call Me Maybe. Why? Because it's fucking fun! When you're happy and you get your heart going, you get that natural high. That happy high that's between you and... whatever spiritual entity you choose to believe in. Maybe you aren't comfortable being your natural self, and if not, that's a fucking shame. I'm a spaz. A goof. An obnoxious, belly laugh in public, do the electric slide down the grocery aisle kind of person. Most of the time anyway. Not everybody's happy all the time.

It's okay baby, just relax. If you're miserable, you're choosing to make yourself that way. And that makes me sad for you.

hey,

i just met you

and this is crazy

but here's my number...

so call me, maybe?

*No actual 12 year olds with Tourette's were hurt in the composition of this blog entry.