Caught up on my RUNaPoWri

Mo reading while blow

drying my hair. It’s the lit

tle things in life that real

ly empower a girl.

                          How did I do it,

you ask? It's called an app. Lit

tle orange stamp next to the lit

tle blue stamp. (That’s Twit

ter, from last Friday. I have exact

ly one follower of my exact

ly three twits. I mean tweets.

Yeesh. It's okay, you don't have to

feel bad. I mean, about my Twit

ter. That's not why I'm tell
ing you this.

                  Today when I twee

ted a picture for the first time 

my phone made a bird sound and

I said, “Was that ME?” I was so embarr 

assed. It also chirps like crick

ets when someone is calling. It took a lit

tle while, but I soon got the hang

of it. Do you know how man

y TV shows use crick

ets to let you know that what

you are seeing takes place out

side? All of them.
                          And then

there are the real crick

ets. A few years ago the cica

das were born again and boy

was that confusing. I don't know 

if crickets and cicadas are the

same thing but it was like

people were calling me

all the time. I got to know cica

das that summer. I had to. If I had

n’t, then I might never know when someone is

really trying to reach me.)