((Dancers will probably relate to this)) Y'know, how when your learning a new dance step and you have to take it slow until you get it faster and faster. Then you can't do it slow because you're so use to doing it fast now. Isn't that weird?
Commericals....what about these commercials that are selling like allergy medicine ‘er something like that. They say the warnings like really fast. Example: the product could cause blood clots, stroke, and heart attack. Don’t ya just love those commercials where the product could kill you!
This has been bothering me for awhile. I have long, golden brown hair. I love my hair. It’s so pretty. But, it seems, that when I say my hair is beautiful, my parents act like I’m self centered. Which I’m not. It’s like I can’t say I love my hair, but I can’t say I don’t like it either. They say I’m criticizing myself then. So, I don’t get it. I can’t say I love or hate my hair. Then what can I say about it. Maybe I should say nothing at all.
Bugs. Can’t live with them; can’t live without ‘em. It seems bugs find me wherever I go. In our gigantic yard (5 acres), somehow, ants find my feet and attack me. I probably have had about a thousand ant bites since we moved to our house with the gigantic yard (which was a few years ago). Knates is another bug I can’t stand. They’re so small and there’s so many of them, you can’t do anything about them except go in doors. But, we would have a big mess if it wasn’t for bugs. What do I mean by that? Well, bugs pollinate plants and they’re nature’s nature vacuum cleaner and so are good like ladybugs and dooblebugs. So, we need them even if we don’t want to admit it. I don’t know why we need ants though. I think God put them here as a patience tester. They sure have tested my patience.
