Due to one of my best friend's pleading, her New Year's Resolutions, and her recent move to Blogger (from her ridiculous Xanga. Psh.) I have re-established my want to blog more. That One Cute Muffin also sent me a camera for a VERY belated Christmas present, in order to facilitate better use of my Blog. So here we are. If you would like to know more about this fantastically AMAZING friend (that I have known for 17 years!) then click here. Thanks, my Katy Rose for encouraging me, and loving me even though I suck at keeping you posted on my new life. Coincidentally, her mother, Ms. Sue "Flash" Roweton originally got me started on blogging. The World Wide Web owes a lot to these two women- they are the reason I'm here. On Blogger. Not the world. That would be awkward.
I am going to take a leaf out of her book, and try not to ramble.
I've moved in to a new apartment through the Portland Festival Ballet. It is a cool one bedroom, with a loft above the kitchen, and get this. It has a spiral staircase. It has been on my list of life goals to have a spiral staircase in an apartment. So that's a wonderfully convenient checkmark to get as well as getting a great new apartment. And a cool new roommate.
Gentry is from Rhode Island, but has lived all over. He's studying at the Ballet with me, and we're getting along well. Two kindred spirits. Except we're very different. So just two spirits really. Also, his dad is Jim Fielder. The bass player from Blood, Sweat, and Tears. So, all you music nerds (Katy, Sue, etc.) that's my roommate's dad. Yeah. It's cool.
Lydia came and saw me! She was here for The Justice Conference. Click on the link to learn more about how she's going to save the world. God blessed me with a strong family of women that taught me well as I grew up. She always serves as a font of happiness and peace when we get together. I have definitely missed her after I got a small taste of love, but I'm happier as well. She makes me think a lot.
She took a picture.
But she didn't want to go.
And, lastly, I have written the short story I am going to workshop for my Creative Writing class I am currently taking called The Game of Life. If anyone would like to read it, I would love that. Give me your feedback. Because I'm going to be a dancer, not a writer, and I can take any critiques you got.
Send me an email, and I will send it back to you. Or Facebook me. Or call me. Or whatever. We have about 60 absolutely foolproof, simple, fast, convenient ways to contact each other. So why do we all feel disconnected from each other? Whoa. Deep.
