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[terrypurple73]

Tonight I briefly relived part of the wonderfulness of being 11. I wandered around Barnes & Noble remembering all the fantastic books I read in 3rd grade, in 5th grade, in 7th grade. The Westing Game was one of the first books I had nearly memorized. Harriet the Spy was another, and without that book, I really think my writing would be at a very different place. The evening was full of good reminiscing with myself. Then I came home and instead of winding down with crosswords like I usually do, I picked up a book I adore, but haven't read in a while- A Time for Dancing. I read it in maybe 9th grade, one of those books similar to a Lurlene McDaniel- a tearjerker. This one never fails to make me cry, like when I watch "Philadelphia," only a lot harder. So my eyes are drying, but I'm perfectly content. Maybe part of it is remembering back when I used to read for fun, and I really don't anymore. I get to remember that life is not academia, life is not the pressure to read non-fiction for fun all the time. I get to remember that life is all about relationships with others. The books I devoured when I was younger help remind me of that.
Also, I dreamt the other night that I had a boyfriend. His name was Adam, and we were both live-in nannies for the summer in the same neighborhood. He was a year older than me, and actually co-nannying (I guess that would be the word) with a girl my sister's age named Natalie. I went to a BBQ at their house- a welcome-to-the-neighborhood-deal, and then he biked me back to my (summer) home (so I wouldn't get lost). We talked about Amnesty and some things, and we took a break on our bike ride, and he held my hand, and it was wonderful. I thought this Natalie girl would be all jealous, but she wasn't. Everything was so easy, so natural, so happy.
I don't know where any of this all came from. It all felt very out-of-the-blue when I woke up. Actually, I woke up, told the dream to my mom and Cathy, and then the phone rang, really waking me up. So I sort of dreamt it twice, and.... I don't know. It seemed so real- a really vivid dream, which doesn't happen often, but my thoughts haven't been on that type of stuff at all lately, really. Not any more than usual. And who the heck is Adam?
I've been missing the Omaha crowd a lot recently, thought I've actually been in contact with even more people around here (Aaron, Khodai, and Sara, all in the past couple of days). I miss my Little House crowd, and I miss Vicky and my Mana like crazy. So of course the book I was reading tonight is about two girls who have been best friends for nine years- sound familiar? Thank God I get to see them soon- I need it, somehow.

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Moo

[manabanana.livejournal.com]

AND.. speaking of weird dreams:

Last night I dreamt I was on some isolated island, with one other person and we were buying pop. The bill totaled over $400. Then she said, "oh wait, you have 6 pops over 20 oz." So she gave us $390 off. And we carried out 6 big gulps. I don't know.

Re: Moo

[terrypurple73.livejournal.com]

so who were you stranded on a deserted island with? anyone of interest?? ;)
love you.

Re: Moo

[manabanana.livejournal.com]

I don't know. isn't that a bummer? I kind of remember it being a chick

Re: Moo

[terrypurple73.livejournal.com]

maybe it was me?!? :)