So.
Still getting used to this writing bit, or rather the writing-and-then-letting-people-besides-my-sister-read-it bit.
My name is...never mind. If I tell you, there's a good chance you'll just nod sagely and say, "Oh, like from that show 'Charmed'" or even worse, clap your hands and squeak "Ooooh goody, like from 'Friends!'" No. Not like either of those: not hot or useless enough to be the girl from 'Charmed,' not repulsively imbecilic enough to be the girl from 'Friends.'
...Now, in respects beyond the inconvenient associations made with my name, I am a fairly cool, optimistic person at the best of times and almost impossible to either motivate or madden at the worst. My life is a pleasant one, filled with lots of learning of Greek and Latin and such, but not terribly exciting--if this were not the case, I might not have this account...but anyway!
I'm a spawn of the year 1987, female, and according to a number of my friends, possessed of an old soul...but I don't think I buy it, considering that I spend a fair amount of my time 1) wishing that I were a lesbian rather than almost painfully straight, and 2) swearing like a sailor. Yes, it's a bad habit, but, as I only recently came blithely to the realization that I can no longer identify myself as the priggish Christian I once was, I am making up for lost time.
No offense if you are a Christian, but if you're terribly serious about it, you may want to reevaluate your involvement in it with the knowledge that Christianity is not much more than a bastardization of a bastardization of Greek mythology, and that happily removing the spewings of oh, say, Paul, for example, from historical context and blindly applying them to your modern everyday life is like taking every fifth, seventh, and twenty-ninth word I say and making a mantra of it.
Oh well. I'll descend from my soapbox.
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