Here is the prologue to a Tristan + Isolde fic I plan on doing. Some day.

This is a half-rant, half-rhetorical question, and I promise to try and keep down the rantiness.

Like most of my peers (though not all), I caved in and got a Facebook. I think I mentioned that earlier. Anyway, it was all fun at first when I would find people I know or they would find me and my friend list steadily grew. Then some people I hadn't seen in awhile sent Friend Requests and I thought, "Okay, sure; why not?" Then some people I wasn't exactly friends with but had classes with sent Friend Requests. Again, I shrugged and accepted. But then some people I know only from passing them in the hallways started sending them.

I accepted them because I am a passive person. Usually. I didn't want to be mean and ignore it; that was just snotty. But I finally received a Friend Request that made me gape at the incredulity of the human race.

There is a girl whose name I only know because of the Eighth Grade Awards Ceremony. I remember because on that day while I was entering and she was leaving the bathroom, I accidentally bumped her and said, "Excuse me." She sent me a dirty glare but said nothing. The only time she has ever spoken to me was a few months prior when we were in a crowded hallway and I accidentally stepped on the heel of her Rainbow (I seem quite accident-prone, really). She whirled around, regardless of the hold-up she was causing, and snarled (yes, snarled) in my face, "Don't step on my SHOES!" Her friend looked embarrassed but said nothing as they continued.

Now, I ask you: What in Aslan's name was she thinking? Surely she wouldn't remember that incident; I know for a fact that she is snobby to just about everyone and I am unlikeyl to stand out. So it's not as if she was trying to make amends for her behavior. But seriously: She doesn't even know me. I have undergone a HUGE transformation since we last "talked;" I am finally emerging from my frump-girl stage and actually care what I look like before I let the whole world see me (I looked like a hobo in eighth grade). A lot of people don't recognize me from even last year. So it's not like she just remembers my face but can't place it.

Is it merely because we have one or two friends in common on Facebook? If so, that's pathetic. I'm blonde and blue-eyed, but that doesn't make me a Nazi. Friending people you don't know is the way to get raped. For all she knows, I could be a pedophile. I'm NOT, by all means, but how on earth is she to know that?

This isn't the only case; it's just the one that irked me the most. A girl who begged for my study guide last year and trash-talked me on the same day sent me a friend request. A girl who made it clear that I wasn't "hot" enough for her crowd did the same. 

I know that I took the risk by venturing onto the internet and getting a Facebook. But honestly: What the heck are people thinking? OJ Simpson's face is familiar to me; that doesn't mean I'm going to friend him. 

And if this entry goes to my Facebook as I think it will, GOOD. Because I want people to realize that they what makes the internet such an enticing place for rapists and pedophiles and general sickos. DUH. We wouldn't have these problems with internet pervs if people kept their friend lists limited to people who are their REAL friends.

Ok, so it was a little ranty. But Good Lord, this is ridiculous.

This is probably the most random thing I will ever post. 

So today a llama was running around our small town, which I shall call Candy Mountain. You don't know how rare this is. I mean, we don't HAVE llamas here. We have horses, ponies, a few cows in the farmish area, but definitely no llamas. And of all the random animals to pop up in Candy Mountain, it's a freaking llama. That made my LIFE.

So I'm sitting on the bus, reading "All Quiet on the Western Front" to get ahead of my classmates and pwn them, when the sixth-graders (sadly, high school and middle school ride the same buses) start freaking out. I'm thinking someone farted. Which happens a lot. Anyway, my friend Julie said, "That was a really big deer."

For the record, I'm in the south, and deer are quite common. I look up, and running around in circles in front of the Tractor Supply & Co. is a huge thing, which I scream is a llama. Because, sadly, I'm the only one who can identify it. Our bus was in the longest red light EVER, and it ran across the street and went all the way to J.P. Looney's, where someone supposedly tied it up until the owner came.

The owner in question was driving his truck down our main highway when the trailer door opened and the llama fell out. Another friend of mine was on the bus behind him when this happened. He shut the door, thinking the llama was still in there, and everyone on the bus was reported to have shouted that his llama was loose. By the time he understood, it was at McDonald's, where it then proceeded to TSC.

I'm still having trouble getting over this. I've been laughing in the middle of all my classes in dead silence because of this llama. It was the most random thing ever to happen.

Hunter told me I failed because I didn't name the llama. He suggested I call it Leroy. Jame-O and I agreed that Tina was better, because it was kind of a fat lard. But that may have been the curly hair.

In any case, Tina the llama has officially made my life. Not my day, not my week; my LIFE.

I've finally caved and gotten a LiveJournal. Everyone on fanfiction.net was all, "Get one, get one! It's fun!" So...I got one. Hey, my friends (the ones who don't get on ff.net) were pressuring me to get a Facebook. It was either this or Facebook. I chose LJ.

This isn't really a journal entry, per se. More of me being morbidly curious and testing this doohickey out.

Hasta la vista, I guess.