Livejournal is strangely addictive. But I still loves my blogger. I don't know why it is that everything I set out to do changes wildly from its original intention though... this happens a lot in stories.

Best example is Claris. To be honest she's not really all that like me, not any more. Sure, she looks kind of like me (what with the brown hair and the glasses and the eye color), dresses like me (but she owns more shorts and t-shirts. My usual style of dresses and skirts doesn't lend well to wandering around monster-infested plains and being carried by flying angels n_n) and so on, but in terms of personality she lacks a lot that is me.

I am a very angry person. I become irritated and full-fledged pissed off very easily. Claris does not. She's also much more tolerant and nicer than me in general, though admittedly some of this stems from the fact that she has no spine. I have incidents of spinelessness, but for the most part I'm embarrassingly honest. Claris also has much more common sense than me, though when you're surrounded by illogical people and things, I expect you would be kind of forced to develop some common sense if you didn't have any. But I likely would have gotten myself killed by now. :3;