there is something so refreshing about spending time with Jesus. quiet times are such a good thing.
i’d like to say i did it just to get my sister off my back. but i don’t think that’s it. i’m really not quite sure what posessed me as i went up and grabbed the mic. “can i have something a little faster?” i asked, wanting a faster beat. louissa, this isn’t spain! what are you doing? who knows what i was doing. but as i did my rhyme i realized i was incredibly uncomfortable and that i probably hadn’t ever done anything as stupid as this. in spain i had a crowd to work off of. they loved me — i was american and anything i did was cool. here? i’m a white chic, who wears leaves in her hair (i’m sorry if i embarrassed anyone), who chews on toothpicks (and i thought everyone did that), who is about as uncool as your going to get, and can not rap. wow. what was wrong with me last night? perhaps it is time for me to go home… i fit there. we all sit around with toothpicks in our mouths, and they are used to it when my drink ends up all over the table because i laughed just as a took a drink. they laugh at my dance moves, but can’t say much since they can’t do better. up there, i blend in, because everyone is like me.
so pretty much, stacie is correct. you can’t get much whiter then a redhead.