Tiny bubbles.... bubbles aplenty....

I am the only 17 year old I know that sits out on my front porch blowing bubbles, without being high. Well not that I know anybody that gets high... -_-" I actually blew bubbles until I had a headache; and kept blowing more. I didn't realize how hard it actually is to blow a bubble. I focused on it and made myself giggle because I couldn't actually do it. I am not afraid of being seen blowing bubbles. I am waiting for a guy that's the same way. And I am not afraid of dancing down the aisles of a shoe store if I like the music. Or any store for that matter. So the first guy that dances with me in a store like that is obviously going to be a very special person in my heart. As long as he isn't really old :P