Note to self: Do not try to read over other people's blournal archives when head is already filled to bursting.
That being said, I'm having trouble trying to get to Harlen's place. Will try again later.
I'm right here, Raine. Or do you prefer Jasmine? I'm glad you like the layout. Things need to change, unfortunately. Too bad all the other changes I've been going through have been quite negative.
Kit, remind me to give you my special email addy. I know you don't use email a heck of a lot, but this is so whenever you're on AIM, and you're not doing a million things at once, or just feel like chatting, you can send a quickie note and I'll get it almost instantly.
Amber, good luck with the job. Wait until you're an adult. Nobody can limit your access... you just have to make sure you can afford to have it. Not one thing, its another...
Still can't get to Harlen's place. I'll try later.
Perhaps I'll go into the drama that is my life later as well, but really, I think everyone has enough of that. Why read mine?
And to close, if someone had told me last year I'd know how to roll a cigarette this year, I'd have had them committed. But don't worry, I'm not a regular smoker, I don't plan on becoming a regular smoker, and I only smoke herbal cirgarettes.
Favorite blend: "Merlin's Blend" and "Dragon Smoke"
Comments: 1 sigh
You know? Five months ago, I couldn't stand the sound of my name. Hated it. (Stupid people in stupid dorms. *grumble*) Now I really have no preference. Strange thing, that. Apathy is a very...hollow feeling.
(Why do all of my responses end up about me? It's enough to make one feel extrodinarily conceted. Blah.)
And why does the little clock thingy say that it's 2:38? It's 10:38 here. Which means that it's only a little past half past seven in California. It's 2:38 in Casablanca, Monrovia.
( 2:38 p.m. )