So, aparently, I really am my father's daughter. It took moving out to see that. Harrrumphhh.

I have found a newly revived obsession with NPR radio, which, unlike when I was twelve, is actually very interesting. I crave old time radio, jack benny and all, like the kind my father used to listen to. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!

And it doesn't stop there...

But I really don't have the apropriate words to describe the transformation I am going through now, but can only offer a few abstract thoughts on the subject. Here they are, in bullet formation:

professionalism
knowlege
silence
introversion
wisdom (and yes, it does differ from knowlege)
sexuality (go ahead, snicker... you'll regret it later)

And finally, the one I have been waiting 20 years for...

Growing up.

Yes, ladies and gents, I never thought it would happen, but I think I am on the edge of something big, albeit over clicheed, but pretty big.

more later...

maybe.

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