Sunday night/Monday morning I dreamed about volleyball. Correction: about playing volleyball. The only thing I remember is someone lost their car keys, that we were playing on an indoor court, and that I got a spiked ball right in my face which resulted in a bloody nose. (That part of the dream may have originated from something you will see in my next post.) Sadly, only a few of you will understand the significance of this dream.
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*is suddenly reminded of Susan Boyle*
*ahem *
Well I got nothin good to say about this. :)
I'm not quite used to the Florida heat yet (Since I've stayed inside all day today anyways) but I have lived in it for about 8 years or more of my life...and I survived and liked it :)
And about being short...I sort of feel sorry for me too :) But I like being different, sorta.....I can't imagine me being tall....
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