believe it. It's just like magic. Beautiful wintry magic, even though it's supposed to be spring. As I type this, it's snowing like mad outside. And it's not stopping one bit. I am a snow fanatic but I hope that this doesn't prevent the museum I work at from opening. That would definitely suck. I love (never would admit it) working there.

In case none of you have noticed, does anyone recognize a certain game being parodied in my blog posts about snow? No hints, just use your !&%$#@!* brains (as Cid would say). It should be obvious. Sort of. And entirely (for the most part) unintentional.

So...I believe that earlier I might have promised stories about my past? What better time to start then now?

A long time ago, in a mystical and faraway land name Dlaxraym, there lived a girl. A young girl with dreams and hope and happiness. Sort of like Aerith but not as skinny. She was happy. Happy and content to live her simple life with parents who sheltered her from everything. Until one day. The day she found out that her beloved grandfather had died. To quote a certain chocobo-headed man, "My mouth is dry. My eyes are watering. I can't even breathe (something like that)." Then she became emo (take into mind that she was a grade-schooler at the time) and took upon herself the shroud of a Vulcan.

Whew, that was draining. So, what do you all think? Lame and cheesy enough for you?

---twilightlullaby