I like getting flowers.

Maybe it comes as a shock to some of you who know me, but I do. I especially like carnations, although I'm not totally sure why. I think it has to do with the fact that they're my mom's favorite flower, so whenever it was Christmas or Mother's Day or dad was in trouble for something, there were carnations in the house, and everyone was in a good mood.

I like the idea of being wooed. Maybe that's old-fashioned, but if liking the thought of being asked on a date is wrong, I don't want to be right. I'm a little old-fashioned that way, I guess. I still believe in true love, and living happily ever after, and things like that. I haven't found any of those things, but I'm looking as best I know how. And in the meantime, I write to try and figure out what those things feel like, maybe. When I'm writing - really writing, not just doodling with words - I feel a little more complete, a little happier, a little more real. I like to think that's what love is like.

When I started this website sometime in late 1997, I did it with the intention of using it as a sort of virtual bulletin board; a place to tack my writings and hang my hat, as it were. In the years that followed, it retained that original purpose, but has also become other things - a showcase for ideas, photos, conversations, thoughts...it's a collection of the stuff that has made up my teenaged life, and will hopefully continue into my twenties.

Since I started college, I've found myself writing less, and this site has fallen into disrepair. Hopefully, in the next few months, I'll clean it up a bit, put on a fresh coat of paint, and maybe get inspired once in a while. Get myself reacquainted to the place and see how it works out. For the time being, peruse whatever's here, just keep in mind that it's not really me anymore. But I'll be back soon.

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