Hello. I'm feeling neutral today. VERY neutral. As in, no emotion at all. Sigh. I have nothing to write about. Hey, how about an excerpt from my story? Ok, one sec, I have to go to dinner. BRB. I'm back. Here's the excerpt: "Being up in the mountains has never appealed to me. The high altitude made my ears pop, the weather was freezing all the time, and the wind chapped my skin; it just drove me crazy. My parents, however, had a different view on that topic. In fact, they had an entirely different view than me on almost everything. I don’t know if they do now. Anyway, they loved the snow, the high altitude and the wind about as much as they loved going up to the mountains in winter to ski or snowboard or just plain be there almost every weekend. I mean, come on! A girl has to have some social life sometimes! My friends all got to stay in the home; why couldn’t I? I’m a city girl, not some Olympic skier! Anyway, enough of that. Dad wanted to go to the mountains for the views; he was a photographer, and he loved the scenery at the top of ski lifts. I have to admit, it was pretty spectacular. Mom just loved the sports. But I’m not spending hours tapping on an old, decrepit typewriter, writing this down to go on and on about how much I hate the mountains and how jealous I was of my friends’ parents. I’m just here to tell you… well, I’ll get to that later. This winter, something happened to me. Something bizarre. Something you couldn’t imagine even in your wildest dreams… or nightmares. No, I don’t think anyone could imagine my story. I’ve just barely scratched the surface of my last twelve years on earth. But we don’t have the time for any of that if I’m to tell you what happened last January under the Hardback Mountains..." There's a copyright on that, so don't you dare try to steal it for your book!

: ( Kidding. What do you think?