Well, it's official: We've moved into our new house. Yay for us! It really is a beautiful house...I think. I can't really see it under the small mountain of boxes we've buried it under. Oh well, I'm sure once we have everything sorted out, I'll be able to appreciate all the various shades of beige my mother has decided to paint it.
And what better way to commemorate then by having an impromptu tectonic dance off?* For those of you not entirely sure, tectonic is a form of dancing that looks like the illegitimate crack-baby of the macarena and vogue. I can honestly say I've never seen a douchier form of dance. Literal douche kits aren't as douchey as the tectonic. The worst part about all of this? Both my brother and my cousin are apparently very good at it. Behold, the douchosity.
See what I mean? Well, both my brother and my cousin decided to have some sort of douche-off amid the cardboard orgy that is our future living room. For those wondering who won, there are no winners in a tectonic dance off, only embarassed relatives.
*The answer to this is FUCKING ANYTHING ELSE. Just in case you were wondering