Blogging as a Form of Procrastination

Last night was the goodbye dinner. Already! To really understand what it was like, go to Facebook for pictures. A brief run-down: I was in a dance with 4 different modern dances (hip-hop, salsa, samba and some kinda Latino mix), I played and sang Jackson 5's "I'll Be There" with my host sister, there was a fancy dinner, then a traditional dance with costumes (YAY!) that involves rapid jumping the ENTIRE time. Afterward, fiesta! All the host families and people involved in the program danced until after midnight. When we finally left, confetti covered the floor, the DJ was packing up and we had pieces of tres leches cake in our hands to take home. :D

Today, I should be researching, reading my sources and then writing a final 10-page history paper. It's the last thing I have to do before my goodbyes and then 3 weeks of travel. That's why I just can't seem to get on it. Funny how that works. Probably, when I'm done with this post, I'll go watch a Discovery Channel episode on Pizarro and Peru's conquest (in Spanish), then read some articles before dinner at a creperia with our Spanish prof. Whew.

Last night, probably half of the songs were from the 80s. Peruvians are OBSESSED with that era of music. I hear it in my house, across the road at weddings, in taxis, in Rosita's bus, and at parties like anoche. So, to keep with that tradition, today's song is from 1981..."Every Little Thing She Does is Magic".

This song always picks me up and makes me want to dance around the room (Do I cut the fool? Oh yes!) I also love the lyrics. So read them and click "play" to listen as you do something today. I also encourage a few head bobs and finger taps.

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met?
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old-fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?