maniac's on the floor . . .

last night was the quad-stake dance. (yay! for dancing) i don't care how old i get i don't think i'll ever be too old to love a good booty-shake once in a while. a few of my friends and i decided to dress alike because, well . . . . because we can! and, because i'm young and i can (and because i was inspired by the girl on america's best dance crew) i decided to create a mohawk out of my hair. seeing as how my hair almost reaches my waist, this is easier said then done . . .

it turned out AWESOME!! i loved it so much. i'm definitely doing it again sometime.

so here we are, from left to right: mike, kristin, craig, me and jessica. everyone at the dance kept asking us why we were dressed like that . . . i love being able to respond with a big fat "why not?" why not dress however you want? why not match your friends if you want? why not dance like a maniac? why not sing at the top of your lungs whenever possible? you only get one life, people, why not make it memorable? there aren't going to be any do overs. no reincarnation for this girl . . .

it was a really fun night. i don't understand people who don't like to dance. it's not fathomable. and all of you who think you can't dance, well, as long as it feels good and you're enjoying yourself, what else matters? that's why you do it. 'cause it feels good. most of the time i feel like an idiot when i'm dancing, but it's such an amazing stress release and uplifting thing, i don't care if i look silly.

here are some more pictures of my super-rad mohawk. don't be jealous.

anything is possible with a little hairspray and endless supply of bobbypins . . .

well, that's all for now folks.

loves . . .