I’m not a perfect person.
You know that, but I thought I’d
tell you what it’s like to be
the girl I am.
And yet, I really do not want
to tell you everything because
I am not who you think
I am—
that's just the way
I am.
And right now, I am
struggling with telling you
what’s most important, yet
I’m really dying to tell you
all about myself.
And now, I think that
I will stop
with pen and ink this
scratching on my
paper, for I do not want to
bore you any longer.

It was finally out! I sped through the 'Heroes and Myths' bookstore. The seventh book in the Caldwian series, 'Gregor Mendenwall: Hero of Caldwian'. The series was the greatest thing since Lord of the Rings came out a century ago! And it had finally reached the end.
I turned the corner, ready to grab the book off the shelf the moment I saw it. That’s when I saw him.

A crowd noisily gathers in the auditorium, sometimes in large groups, occasionally trickling in one by one. Little do they know what goes on back stage. But if you open the door…

Setting: long feasting hall. Characters: Æsirs, Æsirs, Æsirs everywhere.

Thor: Hark, ye, good Æsirs! Might we entertain ourselves with a game?

(All agree heartily [who can’t? They’re all drunk])

Thor: Shan’t we be merry as we burn calories strolling and gallivanting ‘round our good table in a match of Musical Chairs?

Baldr: Here, here!

Hodr: Minstrels! Strike up a tune!

(Playing music)

(Loki enters feasting hall)

Loki: Did I hear a game?

(Music stops, all run for a seat. Loki teleports into Sif’s seat, leaving her standing.)

Rain that patters not the roof,
Rain that lulls me, soothes me, too
Rain that sings a lullaby,
Rain that makes me want to cry.
Rain that makes me want to sing,
Rain finds joy in everything.
Rain that is goodly for the earth,
Rain that is moody, or full of mirth.
Rain that God gives us in His love;
Showers of blessings from above.

I saw that a fellow APer did this, and I thought that since I'm new, this might be a good way for y'all to get to know me a little better.
---
111 Questions
1)Are you really ready for 111 questions?
Umm, I don't know, I hope I am.
2) Where are you taking this test at?
At my dad's computer.
3) Was your last real relationship a mistake?
Never been in a relationship.
4) Who did you last say “I love you” to?
My grandmother, just a half-hour ago.
5) Do you regret it?
No way!
6) Have you ever been depressed?

Life keeps running on and on,
Will it ever stop?
I keep singing random songs;
I'm spinning like a top!

Dishes here, and laundry there,
Children crying everywhere!
Never peace and never quiet,
Life is running in a riot!

I feel I'm juggling like a clown,
Science and History going down.
Math and Spanish twirling;
Oh! My brain is whirling!

Tommy, Dick, and Harry,
Amy Sue and Carrie,
I think I'm down to the wire,
My! But I'm getting tired!

I’m standing on the edge of tomorrow;
All around, battles raging, on and on.
Fearful, tense, and ever watchful,
Hoping that we’ve already won.

I’m standing on the edge of tomorrow,
Looking back over yesteryears.
All the fighting, and the sorrow,
Sprinkled, soaked, with our tears.

I’m looking over the edge of tomorrow,
Can’t see what lies ahead.
Shrouded in fog and mystery;
But the path behind, filled with the dead.

It was four o’clock in the afternoon and the lithe, slimy badger-lizard-corkscrew-like things that live on cheese went round and round and made holes in the grass plot around a sundial. All the thin, shabby-looking birds with feathers sticking out all over were flimsy and miserable, and the green pigs that were far from home were making odd noises between bellowing and whistling, with a sort of sneeze in the middle.

He might not.
She may not.
They have not.
You can not.
But I will not.
He does not.
She knows not.
They would not.
You should not.
But I may.