The ClassicsI meant to post about my crazy fun New Years experience, but with school starting up again, the will got lost in the depressing daily grind of getting back into the routine.
These 4 simple words and this lovely picture can sum up the night rather nicely: skanks have more fun.
There was some champagne, lots of dancing, an open bar, more dancing, a buffet, more dancing, a stumble home on bruised feet, very little sleeping, and some pronounced hangovers. Good times.
Aside from New Years, there are also two more incidents which prompted me to finally get around to posting.
Firstly: I love the runner's high. I had my first aerobics class today since the end of November. I thought it would kick my ass, and I wasn't sure how my knee was going to hold up. Knee was fine, and I kicked that class' ass! It was awesome. I hadn't exercised that vigorously in a while, and it felt spectacular afterwards. I essentially skipped all the way home, and danced to the radio while showering. I could feel all the serotonin and epinephrine floating around in my brain, it was delicious. Whoo for exercise!
Secondly: I work in a Neurological Institute, it's where my lab is and where I conduct my research. It's also a Neurological Hospital, so there are neurological patients who are residents there. I went into one of the bathrooms today, only to find a sign posted on the wall above the toilet. It said the following: "Il est defendu de se masturber ici".
For those of you who don't speak French, this means "It is forbidden to masturbate here".