Hey! What do you know, I'm eighteen now. Wow. I can do anything... pretty much.... except drink and drive and rental car... So. This means I can do all sorts of things I couldn't do before. Like smoke, strip dance, be tried for crimes as an adult, and.... wait a minute.... I didn't really want to do any of that stuff anyway.... geez, this sucks. Well, at least I can vote. And get into clubs. But I'm sure that will get boring. Oh well. I'll do my best to take advantage of my newfound freedoms. Oh yeah. I took a personality test and ended up INFP, or "Healer". Duh. It was right on target, and plus I feel special because only about 1% of the population falls into my category... yet somehow many of my close friends are INFP. How is this true? I have a theory that the INFP's sort of gravitate together, you know, artistics and intellectuals, etc. Makes sense. I'm going to try to write more. I always say that.
The Natatorium
An emporium of oddities from around the world, complete with somewhat informative plaques that almost never match the item they are meant to be describing.
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