I know. I know. The layouts on there aren’t even real, and not very many people even roleplay on that website. But I’m telling you; it’s a million times better than Livejournal. Why? Because it’s journal-based, and the elite roleplayers on there are fantastic writers. And now for some “examples,” a.k.a. shameless plugs.

Anastasia Polina Berthner—The Detonators

My first character. In the general roleplaying universe, she’s my second. She’s feisty, reckless, and a little bit…okay, totally batshit nuts. And she’s Russian. Come on. Also, her playby (Barbara Brickner) is a plus size model, because I got on Xanga and was like…wtf, where are the fat bitches. As for The Detonators, it’s a roleplay modded by my best friend Megan, and it’s awesome.

Jakob (Jake) Innis Avery—The Detonators

A creepy Ginger who only cares about sex, once (or twice) raped a girl, and killed defenseless animals as a kid. He’s got issues, but at least he’s funny. He always tells the truth and considers lying to be a compliment.

Alexander Hurst—Pandemic

A slightly effeminate dreamer with hopes of finding true love. He’s been sheltered all his life, so don’t blame him. Of course, he’s not sheltered now, since the world has been ravaged by a plague that makes scary zombies. This roleplay is mine, and we’ve only got a few members, but I’m quite proud.

Saura Delancey—Pandemic

A really mean perhaps lesbian whose favorite activity is killing infected and keeping count of how many she’s killed. Once fell in love with a seventeen-year-old girl and then threw her to the infected. Now she follows the girl from place to place. A loner who, for the most part, lacks emotional attachment to others, and when she doesn’t lack it, she hides the fact very well.

So there you have it. Xanga has sucked me in and taken my soul hostage. But can I really be blamed? Really?

And when did I get this syndrome,
When did I have hope for something,
When did I come back to this place,
So dark, so dark.

I could only smile with my voice
At the start.

Anyway, I wore flip flops to the bowling center, which wasn’t going to be a problem since I put socks in my purse. So I get my shoes and stuff, and I reach into my purse to get the socks, and OMG there’s only one sock! *panic*

“Megan! MEGAN!”
“Wha—”
*shows sock*

At this point, Megan reaches into her bowling bag (she used to be on a league) and pulls out a lone sock. I stare at her in disbelief, and she says, “I keep it just in case.” This was all very amusing to us. Then I put the socks on, which was funny because of their obvious difference in length.

This=reason Megan is my best friend. Always there when I need a friend—or a sock!

Apparently I’m not in high school anymore. In fact, in a little over a month, I’ll be moving to my dorm at Indiana University. It’s all a bit stressful; I’ve had two cold sores in a period of two weeks. I mean, I need so much stuff, and I don’t have hardly any money to pay for it. Plus, I’ve had to deal with such things as orientation (fun but stressful), immunization information, course registration, textbooks (still haven’t ordered those…), new and old bank accounts, and a job transfer. Whew. But perhaps the biggest of these issues—the one that’s stressing me out the most—is not having the money to pay for all this crap. Luckily, my best friend Megan is a genius and suggested we have a giant yard sale. See, this solves another problem—all the useless crap we have that we can’t take to our dorm. (We’re rooming together :P.)

I spent a few days this week going through all my shit, as well as some of my mom’s shit and my family’s shit. That’s a lot of shit, as you can see:

We’re going to have the yard sale on August 8^th and 9^th, and the day before that I’m going to sleep over at her house so we can price things, bake things (for a bake sale!), and watch movies, of course! This yard sale means a lot of fun and hopefully a lot of money, but it also means three days I don’t have to go to work. Plus, the government won’t be taxing our profits. Wish us luck!