I woke up this morning at 3:00 to the sound of birds chirping. Loudly. So loud that in my groggy state I thought it was a cell phone in the next room. Why at 3:00AM? The sun wasn't even out. What was so important that those dang birds had to yell about at 3:00AM? Anyway, because of my rude awakening I am tired and grumpy today. Boo.
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I have only chopped my hair once. By “chopped” I mean cut my hair to a length of a couple of inches—extremely short. I had just graduated from high school and I wanted a big change in my physical appearance to accompany the big change in my life. I was very excited about it. I even took a picture of a girl in my high school who had a hair cut like I wanted so I could show my stylist what I wanted. My grandparents had come up from Florida for my graduation ceremony, so I told them about my “big” decision. I described the new haircut as “short and spiky.” My grandma seemed indifferent. Grandpa, however, was concerned. He said he thought that I would be identifying with the punk rock culture. This upset me. I didn’t want to be a punk rocker—I just wanted extremely short hair. He reacted like I had told him I started using heroin. I said, “Well, Grandma’s hair is short—is she identifying with punk rockers?” Looking back, I think I wasn’t upset at Grandpa, but upset that he didn’t understand or approve. After I settled down I showed him the picture of the girl from high school so he could understand what I wanted. Then he understood and apologized.
My mother was quite sad that I wanted to cut my hair so short. She told me that she prayed to God for a girl with long, curly reddish hair. When that was what she got she promised God she would never cut off the girl’s hair. But I wanted to: I had just graduated high school, I was my own person, and I wanted something new and edgy. After the haircut, however, I decided never to cut my hair short again. Long, curly hair is beautiful. Mid-length curly hair is still pretty. Very short, curly hair never looks right--at least on my head it didn’t. It was cute and fun for about a month. Then it was annoying and never did what I wanted it to. So I decided to let it grow out.
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Training Wheels
One day--when I was about eight, I suppose--I went out to the garage to get my bike. It was and old, blue Schwinn, a hand-me-down from my grandparent's children and my older brother. I loved the sparkly white banana seat-- it was the only part of the bike that felt girly to me. I picked up my bike and immediately noticed that my training wheels were gone. Gone?! How could I ride now? I can't go anywhere without training wheels. I can't balance! I've tried before and fallen over at least twice! I storm back inside and address the only person who could have done such a nasty thing-- my father. "Dad, why did you take my training wheels off?" I shouted. "Put them back on!" I'm pretty sure he replied, in typical dad-fashion, something like the following: "It's for your own good. You need to learn to ride without them." I was furious. I bet I bawled my eyes out, partly out of frustration and partly so that the tears would persuade Dad to put the wheels back on.
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I dreamt last night that I was on a field trip. I think I was with the choir. I was in a very large, elaborately structured house. I think it may have been a large apartment on the top of a skyscraper, and the group I was with was on the roof playing around much too close to the edge. I was afraid to fall off. There was a woman there who designed trapper-keeper-type things which reminded me a little of one of my friend's purses and a lot like everything by Sanrio. It had a lot of pockets and snaps and plastic trinkets and was either pink or purple. I wanted to buy one. She said to look at the price. I think it was only $5.95. Later I was walking around the house (more like sneaking, I think). There were so many different levels of stairs that curved and wound around. I wanted to find the last flight of stairs, but I don't think I ever did in my dream. I ended up in a warehouse-type place of a bunch of candles, stuffed animals, and scrapbooking stuff, I think. The little girl that was with me said that this was the trapper-keeper lady's supply place-- where she makes the items she sells. Suddenly she was up there, walking around. We tried to hide from her, but she saw us, and just chuckled. I think then I realized that I was a child also.


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War in Asia?
I am afraid that, in the next year or so, China and Taiwan will be at war. It seems so close, what with China's military threat and Taiwan's ever-growing independence movement. China and Japan haven't been doing well either, with the flack about the textbooks, the gas mines in the East China Sea, the Japanese PM visiting a memorial for deaths during the civil war between Japan and China. China just likes to get upset at countries that don't credit it as much pride as it does. But I think China would wait to take any military action until after the Olympics, so as to save face with the rest of the world.


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Name: Ruthie
Home: Japan
About Me: I want to know who God is and what his truth is. I love getting lost in beautiful music and cloudless star-filled skies, especially in the fall. I hate being bored. I like big cities. I want to travel the world.
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