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Yeah, I rather forgot about this aspect of keeping a journal, didn't I? And the whole point I had of originally creating one was to hopefully make myself less creepy and lurker-like when commenting or reading other peoples'. Hmm. It doesn't really help that I tend to actually think and ruminate on what I actually have to say when I'm trying to fall asleep. Maybe it will help that if I actually update once in a while.

Well. It might be wise to start by describing myself. I'm female, a college student, barely an adult. It's been somewhat of a mental shift for me to start thinking of myself as one, for obvious reasons--how do you rationalize that suddenly a condition of your life that has persisted for eighteen years is suddenly gone?

I also identify as asexual, which can occasionally be a hindrance and occasionally a blessing. I don't have any particular interest in romantic relationships, at least not at the present, so I'm spared that problem at least. I'm not spared the occasional comment from friends of mine about how asexuality is "so easy" to deal with, despite my own personal forbodings that lack of interest in children and spouse might herald a rather lonely existence.

And then there's the less obvious, smaller things that make myself into a person. I have a crippling love of semicolons which often appears in my writing; I enjoy white, red and green tea but not black; I am a voracious reader. Despite that new adult thing, I still enjoy playing Neopets games. I dislike sticky substances intensely. 

In short, I'm human. With any luck, next time I post I'll have more to say than this.