I Blame Dan...

... for pretty much all of my internet obsessions. I'm almost positive I started my xanga at his request as well (which I still have, by the way - Thanks again, Dan).

You'll find I'm not terribly interesting, I'm sure. Ramblings from the mind of a teenage girl are relatively common here on this magical land of the Interwebs (as my technology deficient grandmother calls it), and I'm not going to pretend to be particularly insightful.

Actually I'm not going to pretend to do anything right now, as I have class in the next fifteen minutes (college has this really cool way of taking up my life - eighteen credit hours was a bad idea, I believe).

It was nice to meet you. Whoever you are.

Love,

Nancy

I cannot bring a world quite round, Although I patch it as I can.  I sing a hero's head, large eye And bearded bronze, but not a man,  Although I patch him as I can And reach through him almost to man.  If to serenade almost to man Is to miss, by that, things as they are,  Say it is the serenade  Of a man that plays a blue guitar.