Ah, of course you don't. No one does. I'm kinda hard to understand sometimes. Especially when I have half of my conversations in my head.... I just did it again, didn't I? Oops...

Well, um, yeah. I've had a hit-my-head-on-the-wall kind of block in my story lately. You writers, you know when you let a whole lot of people read your story for a while and then you go back and realize that you completely contradicted yourself in a couple of chapters? Yeah. That kind of feeling. Now don't you go and try to figure out what I've done. It isn't really that obvious, I don't think. Just annoying to the one who's trying to get the story all sorted out. It can easily be altered and coped with. Even played off of.

Well, I've decided to go back to when I dissected those couple of phrases and do some more. Only this time they'll be quotes mostly. From famous people..........................I just had the longest pause. Is that how you spell people? It looks really funny. Maybe it's just me. I really can't tell. Anyway, from famous people, anonymous people, or unknown people. Just random quotes. Really, people can say the most interesting things!

Well, nothing much has been happening here. Except, that is, that I went to an Irish Dance Concert/Festival thing. It was amazing! I don't know any other way to describe it, but Irish music is alive. It doesn't just sit there or float around or beat into your skull like other music. It gets into your brain and your blood. It influences your inner being and transforms your mind from something tranquil and reasonable to something full of instinct and passion. Something full of life. You'll want to move. You'll want to run. You'll want to fly. Anything but sit still. Unbearable torture to remain still.

Ok, now that I've created a longing in you for Irish music, I'm going to administer cruel and unusual punishment (for no given reason) and leave you to suffer. Adios!

~Aster~