I haven't been blogging much and I should be--my head swirls with ideas. Ideas that need to be planted. Ideas that need to bloom.
I'm working on a memoir assignment that I gave my Seniors. Currently I'm reflecting on age twelve and my first real boyfriend [Sean Rector doesn't count--but that is a story I'd like to visit sometime soon, considering he was the first boy I called. And get this--I disguised my fifth grade voice to sound like an Eric instead of an Erica when his mom picked up the phone, ha!]: O.J. Anderson.
I'm a really terrible dancer, did you know this? And, I'm feeling pretty good at the moment, did you know this?
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oh, eric... haha! too cute!
i am a terrible dancer as well, i DO NOT understand HOW a person who loves music like i do could have ZERO dancing skills.
lame. :)
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