Post-Finals Bliss

I am at long last done with finals, and have rewarded myself for a job poorly done by shopping. Hardcore. The splurges were unintentional, as they so often are. I was simply keeping a friend company while she shopped, and somehow, I ended up buying far more than she did when I meant to buy nothing at all! How typical of me...

They were playing club music in Macy's today, and all I want to do is dance, now that school's out!

It's blissful to be finished. I surely would not have gotten through finals without my old pals from Destiny's Child keeping me awake on many an endless night.





Also, the Sparks. If you haven't listened to them, you must! They've produced irresistible nonsense music at its finest since the late 1970s. It is hard to believe that they never exploded given such catchy melodies and lyrics like, "Chicks dig, dig, d-i-g, dig, dig metaphors" in the song "Metaphors," or from the song "Let the Monkey Drive," "We're driving north on Highway 1 / Toward Santa Barbara, lots of sun / Pacific Ocean on our left hand side / Though Santa Barbara's on our mind, our love can't wait till after nine / So she says, 'Can't we let the monkey drive?"

Really, there would be no Scissor Sisters without these guys.