Journal of Life
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Última publicación dom, may 20, 2012
Basic Information
The sun looks yellow, I would die without oxygen, and humans cannot go through photosynthesis. Yet.
Well, so I don't feel too awkward with finding an awesome way to introduce myself you can call me Revelin, and this is just going to be a log about my fictional life mixed with some true life events.
Now honestly I don't know why I'm doing this. Probably out of boredom but who knows it seems interesting and I feel like this is easy to record, after all it's just my life.
Ah, first let's set up my story.
As you now know my name is Revelin, I'm a sophmore at my college and I'm currently living in the real world, and it's fucking hard.
I recently found a portal to another world - not - I actually found a portal to how to almost get kicked out off college though, and let me tell you; I won't be going into that portal. Ever.
I enjoy a variety of foods and I'm actually pretty tall. I'm somewhat athletic when I want to be and, Oh, how could I forget? My nickname is Revy.
So all in all this is going to be my life.
Have fun reader.
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