I burned my hand on the stove today... it was lovely. And yes, I was using a stupid oven mitt. But it slipped. So now I have a shiny pink mark on my hand. Yay. Wait till I tell my mother. She'll freak out.

So anyways, now that I'm in a very deep mood...

He, Whose Beauty No God Can Grace, is back on my bus!

I don't even know if that's a good thing or not. But I hope so. Maybe it will help me get used to guys like him a little more *coughcoughliesthroughteethcoughcough* . But if not I guess I'll just be walking home from now on.

*sigh* Life.

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Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)