Dancing with my Homework

As I sit here watching Kirstie Alley ballroom dance on ABC and briefly glance at a page of statistics for a paper I don't want to write, I think to myself: let's start a blog! I'm not quite sure what direction or theme I want this blog to have, but let's just see what happens. I'm sensing it won't be serious.

Whilst bbm-ing my dear friend Kerry, I can't help but emphasize to her (and now all of you) something serious. The painful awkwardness of Brooke Burke and her hosting skillz. It's truly hard to watch. Truly. I cringe every time she cuts someone off. (I realize as I write this that I sound like a die-hard DWTS fan and that's not true. It just happens to be on. Criminal Minds on the other hand...) but seriously. Brooke. Burke. Who told her she could co-host a show? Let alone speak at all. She can keep doing those shape-up commercials though. As long as she is not speaking to another human, it's tolerable. Point of the story: I just love Ralph Macchio.

I want to be on this show. Dancing for a living and wearing sparkly things all the time. I could handle that (I'm beginning to notice that this will most likely become a "stream of consciousness" blog). I think I'm slowly losing my mind due to grad school overload. In 10 days though, it will all be better. I will be sipping cocktails and singing my karaoke heart out with my Fordham favorites. I can almost see the light. Oh wait. Nope, that was just my blackberry lighting up. I shall conclude this night with a glass of chardonnay and a yoga pose or two. Gotta open those hips. xoxo.