Elephantology

It's the key to life, people. It really is.

HA. You thought you'd be getting sugar or sexual innuendoes, didn't you? WELL YOU WERE WRONG. *evil cackle*. I'm just kidding. I'm just introducing myself to you. Hello, my name is Sara. Nice to meet you.

I enjoy reading Harry Potter, and I'm always up for a discussion on a psychoanalysis on the themes of the book. Which, we could just as easily research up on Sparknotes (yeah, I know, Harry Potter is on Sparknotes), but I've already memorized the entire webpage. And, well, the entire book. So, I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this. Let's stick with "I like Harry Potter".

Hm. What else is there to say about my extremely interesting self? I'm not a flowy whimsy kid. I'm strictly granny-style-with-a-hint-of-grunge. And a bit of hippie. I'm pretty hippie, not gonna lie. But I'm sorry, like Isay, I'm not going to be able to talk about my hair whispering lullabies into my ear or some shit like that. I'm just not that type of person, I guess. I'm strictly an elephantologist.

with all due love and respect from the elephantologist committee,

Sara

I am the Son of Rambo.

HEAR MY CRY. Hello blog. My name is Isabel. Just Isabel. I started this blog with the intentions of gushing about the thing about clothing we call fashion with two of my good friends. Now, you know, I'm probably the least fashionable of the three in life, but, you know, I'm cool.

I hope you enjoy my contribution. Er. Strings of thought. You might want to know:
I am not a girl with my head in the clouds, I cannot talk like: ' oh the wolves call to me over the plethora of winds in this little box I live in', much less type like that. But I really do love words.

HEM. off topic. HEM.

you cosmic readers, you.

love,
isabel.