My sweet hubster bought me an iPhone today. And while I totally believe that he is wonderful and sweet this new little buddy has re-ignited my love for all things iPod-ish; particularly the music part...which is where it all began.
To prove that the flame had been rekindled I chose to listen to every song on the "Hairspray" soundtrack as loud as humanly possible. Not sure why he was shooting me such mean looks though - perhaps I was singing "Big, Blonde and Beautiful" too loud
I hope this doesn't mean he won't support me should I decide to persue a career on Broadway...at 26.
Whether he will or won't support me (I'm sure he will - but not in the obsessive, t-shirt with your face on it kind of way), I've decided to start taking lessons at the dance studio down the street from our apartment. Partly because I feel like it would be a great way to lose weight but mostly because I promised myself that I'd take ballroom dance lessons when I graduated college and I have yet to step on a dancefloor when the Ying Yang Twins or Britney Spears wasn't playing.
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AMELIA!!!
I'm excited :)
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