We played Samba De Amigo last night while Raevyn worked on a report for her job. You really have to move your arms a lot with Samba so I'm surprised that my arms aren't sore today. This leads me to beleive that either my physical strength is increasing, or, more likely, that I have transcended dorkiness and become one with my electronic maracas.

I took a quiz today and apparently i'm some dork named Rivers Cuomo.

Atleast now I know one of the Weezer guys' names. I have the green album, and I've been anxiously tracking the blue album I ordered on amazon last friday. Hooray! It's in Nevada! Keeping the blue album company on it's long journey to my mailbox is the lord of the rings soundtrack.