I figured out early that I take after my dad's side of the family. Solitary, level headed, and I hate to dance. Another trait is talking to yourself, which I've always done. But lately...it's being taken one step further.
We always make fun of my dad for talking to himself, because he moves his lips, looks deep in thought, and flails his hands around like he's making a point. It's funny to watch, especially because he's in his own little world and doesn't realize you're looking.
And now I've begun doing it. Just now, I went down the hallway to turn the boiling eggs off, and I realized I was moving my lips. Bellan's pointed out in the past when I've done it, but I've never quite believed him. But now, I know it's true.
I'm a lip mover, a flailer, and a facial expressioner [yeah, that's right!]. I'm not sure if I should be ashamed or not.
September 16, 2006
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2 comments:
I think it's cute.
-Bellan
Pffft, shut it.
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