Cryptic journal entry.

One upon a time, there was a girl. She was as beautiful as she was charming, but one day, she found herself all alone.
She paced back and forth in her tiny apartment, but she could not figure out a way to alleviate her boredom.
So she went to the library, because alas, her computer had been soaked in the morning's coffee.
And thus, she pleaded with the internet to entertain her, for it would be a boring night otherwise.

When are people going to learn how to pronounce a single word in Gaelic?

It's not "Ay-buh-lin".
It's not "Eye-buh-lin".
It's not "Ih-buh-lin".
It's not "Erin".
And it's DEFIANTELY not Suzanne.

It's "Eye-vuh-leen".
Honestly, one would think that my BOSS, of all people, would know how my name is pronounced.

Current Mood: annoyed

Hello! Presenting, Eiblin Kelly, a modern-day bard, well-versed in the songs of the ages!

So, this is one of those online things.
Well, let me tell you a story. As a girl, I once found a mystical box. It was white, and entirely hollow inside. But when you opened it, it would fill with the one thing you desired most at that time. If you wanted an apple,
inside would be the most delicious, juicy, red apple you could ever find in all of the King's orchards! And if all you wanted were a set of pipes to play at Beltaine, then by nabbin,
you'd have a set of pipes that played the very sweetest melody you'd hever heard played.
However, there were always people after the box, because it was so precious. So, it's hidden somewhere, and only can you find the answer to where it's hidden embedded in these very pages of a brand-new journal.

So, how was that for a tale? A fair trade, I suppose for a story of your own? I'd love to hear all about what brings so many people to a place such as this.