I've been super duper neglectful of my blog lately. I assure you that I've been terribly busy doing really important things directly related to solving the problems of world hunger, cancer, and poison ivy.
My degree is in History (note the big "H" signifying the importance of it), and I am pretty sure that I qualify for many lifelong learning credits in the history of me, specifically, to be able to count that as a minor - or at least an associate's degree in myself.
If you were studying the history of me, early adolescence - you'd learn such interesting tidbits as:
My degree is in History (note the big "H" signifying the importance of it), and I am pretty sure that I qualify for many lifelong learning credits in the history of me, specifically, to be able to count that as a minor - or at least an associate's degree in myself.
If you were studying the history of me, early adolescence - you'd learn such interesting tidbits as:
- For my pre-teen through early teen years, I had a life-size poster of Patrick Swayze on my bedroom door. I would kiss it every night (as long as Faith was nearby, otherwise, I ignored it - it was mainly a thing to drive her crazy).
- Along with the Patrick Swayze poster, I had an extensive collection of posters of cats - mainly taken from Cat Fancy Magazine, which I really, really, really loved.
- My freshman year in high school, I rented the movie Benny and Joon no less than 30 times.
- The first time I smoked a clove cigarette, I felt horribly guilty because I was under the impression that I had just smoked pot.
- I decided I wanted to be a ballerina (I must have been 13 or 14), and discovered that I was not destined to dance - alas, I could only memorize the moves in one direction across the stage; never was able to reverse it.
- The first time I dyed my hair, I was 14 - I didn't have my natural hair color again until my late twenties.
- I broke a world record for hoola hooping up and down Birch Street (according to the newspaper Faith & I published)
