I finished Twilight. It was terrible, but I couldn't stop. I tore through 500 pages in less than three days, and it was complete trash. I think I'm going to read The Culture of Make Believe now. It belongs to the house and I've been eyeing it for the past couple weeks, and I feel like I need to read something heavy. I'm also reading Animal Dreams, but I've always found that Barbara Kingsolver is the type of author you can pick up and read whenever you need her. I'm in no rush on that one.

I have been wanting to dance for weeks. What can I say? I like dancing, and I don't mean salsa or ballroom. I mean put on some MIA and unleash me on a dancefloor. Last night, a handful of us decided to head to Senegambia to find ourselves a club. Oh boy. I believe we chose the wrong club. I like dancing, but only when I have my space. I only want to dance with you if I want to dance with you, you know? Unfortunately, most of the men seemed to want to dance with us, and I found myself against a stranger several times. Do you know how weird it is to be dancing alone one moment, and have someone behind you grabbing your hips the next? I don't even know who I danced with-- I didn't see their faces. Needless to say, we did not stay on the dancefloor for long. We retreated to the balcony to cool off and get away from the mass of writing bodies, only to be surrounded by men pleading us to dance with them, talk to them, give them our numbers.

My favorite line of the night: "You are a smart lady. Where did you learn to shake it?"