It has been hours since you first entered the ancient library, and you have grown weary of searching racks upon racks of useless information. The scrolls you seek contain all the knowledge handed down by wizards from thousands of years ago, and they are the ones you wish to access and learn. But where are they? You stand up from where you were reading on the floor. By mistake, you bump into the nearby desk causing an entire cloud of dust to rise and blanket everything in sight. You begin coughing and back up and reach for the wall to gain your balance. Unfortunately the walls are covered in spider-webs and a large spider decides to climb up your arm. Yelping you fall back on the ground raising another gigantic cloud of dust. Blinking, you claw around to find some leverage when you accidentally pull a small metal ring attached to the floor. The wall slowly begins to rotate revealing a secret passage! You stumble into the guard room of all the scrolls you seek. You grab the first book at hand and find out it is actually a journal from the poor soul that was stuck down there on duty. Well, at least it was only a two hour shift. You open the fairly new looking book and begin to read.
I know, I know. You're probably thinking, "Blog? She can't call this a blog!" Yes, and I know that perfectly well. This is not a live journal, nor do I update it often. However, I really do like the sound of the word so that's the way I'm going to leave it.
Okay, w00t w00t! I got a blog. Actually, I got the real blog a while ago but stupid angelfire wouldn't let me log on. It's a xanga site. See here.