Due to the crappy economy, My family has decided to move. Mucho random, we only had a couple months warning. So for any people out there who actually read my stuff in the limited amount I posted, I feel like I let you down when I don't know you.... creepy isn't it? lol

But we're settled in well, (We moved into the grandmothers house.) It's that family house thats been around for a hundred years. The one everyone goes to visit from around the world, and laughs and crys over memories. The one that, eventually, everyone who's carried the family name by blood or marriage, has LIVED here. It's amazing to me, how much history it has.

Between cleaing out the attic and it's unknown mysteries, to the blatently obvious height marker on the kitchen doorframe, there's always something to be told.

It's a colonial house, 12 foot ceilings and fireplaces in every room. It's great except for the constant, "Don't light them! And don't touch the key in your bedroom door! Lose it, and i'm taking you behind the shed." Oh, the good old days...

My bedroom is actually, My Mom's bedroom from when she was my age. It's really cool, my sister and I used to sleep in there when we'd come visit, so it's not like creepy squeeks and unknown tree in the window.

Woah... Ok. Back to the reason to post. I'm officially discontinuing uh.. that unnamed one chapter story... Kings park (although I'm not sure if I posted the name or not). See, that story was an old one a friend and I wrote, and it's been rewriten and thought over WAY too much.

So I'm just gonna use this account for what it's intended for: My stories, and mine alone. It's actually an exciting thought. lol So thank you for bearing with me through the long entry, and I hope you stick around to read some more. xD