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It feels like forever since I've said (typed?) Dear FList. Forever... and then some. I honestly have no excuses to give you, even if I wanted to. Which... hello, I don't. I don't make it a habit to lie to friends, whether I know them by face or by username. It's just not my style.
That said, I'm not above apologies and sucking up to y'all. (: And so--
Dear FList,
Tell me where you are in life.
Are you writing a school paper, or writing a book? Are you excelling in all your studies or barely hanging in there? Did you find pirates' treasure or a twenty dollar bill? How was Valentines/Singletons' Day for you? Did you happen to catch Lady Gaga's "hatching" on the Grammys? (I certainly didn't. I got bored so I read fan fiction. Story. Of. My. Life.)
As friends--yes, even over the Internet--I think we're more than a little overdue for a quick game of catch-up.
A quick rehashing of the life of Lys. (How full of myself do I sound? Insert self-depreciating snort here, please.)
▲ I signed up for the SAT test(!!!) in March (!!! x ∞).
▲ I almost participated in this year's Skills USA competition in the commercial baking division. (Long story short, my school started too late in the year to properly fundraise. I'm on board for next year, though!)
▲ I love decorating cupcakes. And nonpareil sprinkles. I love those.
▲ I got reamed out by Chef for screwing up a batch of nonpareil chocolates. (I'm pretty sure she almost made a girl on my team-of-the-day cry. I was too busy grinning so I wouldn't burst into spontaneous, mortifying tears.)
▲ The chip in my front tooth (from a lazy dentist's rushed tooth cleaning) has gotten worse. I am livid.
▲ I'm aiming to form a club that fundraises money for the ASPCA and helps out at our local humane society.
▲ I've been having a blast on the rides to and from my weekly writing classes because I've quickly learned that cab drivers are a very interesting species indeed.
But most of all...
▲ I'm feeling freaking awesome. (You know, except for the fact that I'm so dead-tired from staying up into the wee hours of the night reading this awesome bonded!Drarry fan fiction by Anna Fugazzi. I blame puckurt .)
So yeah. Let me know how you're doing, my lovelies! Have an awesome one.
