Alright, here is the deal. I feel like I'm talking to myself. I mean, it's not like I really started this blog with the intention of someone actually reading it, but I think for my sanity I should assume that someone is reading it. (For some reason that just made no sense to me...)
Now, if someone is actually reading this, I hope it is safe to assume that they know nothing about me other than what I write here. (If that isn't the case, then I'll get pretty freaked out really fast.) So, I guess a few, proper introductions are in order.
My name is Kathryn. I'm nineteen and I live in a small apartment with my best friend Airiel, who I refer to as Airy. I met Airy back in middle school, and it didn't take us very long at all to become friends. After hundreds of sleepovers, and my practically becoming a member of her family anyways, we decided that when we moved out, we would live together.
after our high school graduation I took a year off, and Airy jumped into going to a local university. I'm just going to go to community college. She pays her half of the rent with leftover school funding, and I pay my half of the rent with money from a crappy job... Which as you know I'm currently without.
As for the lovely little apartment we pay rent on... It's a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment with a living room and a little kitchen. We have a bunk bed... thing... She gets the top bunk, which is good, because I have a tendency to end up on the floor, so I get the bottom bunk... thing.
And... er... I guess that's it for now...
