I probably could. I'll have to come out there one day and show ya. But even though I hate to admit it, he's probably right. His misconfidence is misplaced, but not unfounded. I doubt that someone would be able to find you and stalk you or something like that, but there are other things about this site that might compromise your safety. Frankly, I'm a little concerned about you myself. Just call it a guy's instinct...we feel like everything is our responsibility to protect. ^_^

Now I'm scared, Corry said the same thing when I asked if it'd be a good idea to go with Scott to MORP. I think I'm suffering from maiden-in-the-tower syndrome.

Well, there are only a handfull of girls worth the trouble of storming the castle. I can't think of anybody better equipped for maiden-in-the-tower syndrome.

Climbing a tower...I imagine that would be something like rock climbing. Sounds like fun...someday -_-

Storm the castle, you 3 (you, corry, my stepdad) are the ones that built the blasted thing! Someday I'll just find a nice fat crow bar and ...

 

If not then someday I'll have to grow my hair out. For now though I like it hanging around my shoulders.

Me? What did I have to do with the castle?

And I quote, "Frankly, I'm a little concerned about you myself. Just call it a guy's instinct...we feel like everything is our responsibility to protect." That's metaphorically building the east wall there dude.

Fair enough. But if it makes you feel any better, the wall is to keep stuff out, not to keep you in ^_^

Even if that's not the purpose, it accomplishes it all the same. Ugh, how come guys don't have to deal with stuff like this?

I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what you mean. Care to elaborate? Guys don't have to deal with what?

Guys get boxed in a bit, but never to the extent that girls do. Like fence vs tower. I suppose if I did just have the fence I'd try and climb right back to my little perch though. It's still infuriating.

Well, your position is understandable. What would you like me to do about it? I can't just like...I don't know...not take a bullet for you.

If you've ever had to take any bullets for me feel free to let me know. I'll be grateful, but I still don't like my tower. Especially when it won't include having my own blog.

Understandable. It's a very thereputic thing to have. But maybe you should considder a different site for a blog, that's all. And don't put down any information about yourself. Does that sound fair?

I've concidered just getting a blog once my laptop is hooked up and no one will know, but my mom said no too so now it's a no go. The most I put here is my last name right?

You do alright with net safety. Better than I do anyway. Which is why I'm only mildly afraid for you, though the fear is genuine and not unfounded.

Genuine yes. Obnoxious most definitely. Appreciated most of the time.

Such is the nature of the beast. Sorry.

Haha, you don't have to be sorry. I feel like I've been monopolizing this reply chain, sorry.

Go ahead and monopolize. There's only one other person that replies to these, and she seems to have dissapeared off the face of the earth. At the moment, you're the only releif from the monotony I've got.

Well, until school starts at least.

Oh yeah, because school isn't monotonous at all. *rolls eyes*

Oh no, never. Just time consuming.

Whatever. It's still a darn shame that we don't get to share this kind of stuff two ways.

Depends on whether or not I keep that other account you set up for me. And I think it would be fine, just in moderation. Their primary concern is me wasting time then losing sleep doing homework and getting really sick again. See ya there!

I've got a good constitution, and besides, I think it's these kind of things that keeps me healthy.

Mentally maybe, and you need all the help you can get.

I've got plausible cause to blame all my mental instability on you, so you be nice to me.

I blame Corry. Enough is said in that statement to sum it all up.

Then apearantly I haven't driven you crazy enough yet. I'll remedy that asap.

No no, you're doing a commendable job. In fact, if you really wanted to, you could like ... I don't know ... take a break?

You'd like that wouldn't you

Actually no, I think you enjoy it. Else why would you subject yourself to it day after day?

Besides, I've taken a break to be all mopey the last few days. Heavy hearts and minds make for hanging heads. I'm sorry about that. I know I'm just bringing everybody else down.

You bettcha!

 

I really don't know. Boredom makes you do crazy things.

 

Don't me mopey! Things will get better! And if a friend can't be crying shoulder they have no reason to exist.

Right. Boredom. Nice cover

And I thank you for it. It's done more than you can imagine.

Of course, could you expect less?

 

You're welcome, and I'm just sorry it can't be in person. This just seems so cold.

From you? No, you're the smoothest thing alive, 'cept when you're not ^_^

It is a little, but it's really all we got huh?

Aw, thanks. You're sweet.

 

Yeah, I kinda like having cell phone minutes and I'm sure your mom would hate to have to ban you from the phone.

Wow. I just described a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That's more than a little scary.

You did? I missed that.

You said I'm smooth, I said you're sweet. Just slap us on a piece of bread and you're good to go!

squishy and gooey...yup that's us.

She spends hours talking with her friends from back east, she can deal with it. I think I'm getting better at not freezing on the phone ^_^

Man, I just brushed my teeth, but a pb&j sandwich sounds really good right now.

 

Okay then, maybe it's time for a pop quiz.

Yum.

Ugh.

What's that supposed to mean? You must really be tired.

I'll give it a shot. Though I may never be able to come up with qute as clever or witty responses as I can in a written medium. More time to think before it becomes nessesary to blab.

Then by all means, take your time.

ummm hi!!! you added me as a friend, i'm flattered... nice to hear from you!

-B

haha, thanks. This isn't my main blog, so sorry you had to respond to just this one. I'm at livejournal.