I hate it when people call me "weird" because I use my imagination. I used to be "popular", but the "popular" people shunned me for being "different", so now I've got a lovely group of friends who like me for who I am. I don't care that the blonde cheerleader types don't like me! Actually, I like it better that way!
I'm lucky enough to have a best friend who has as much (if not more) imagination as I do. My brother's got a great imagination, too. About a month ago, my brother, my best friend and I got together and made this huge story and acted it out with Lego people out in the front yard! We got some strange looks, but we couldn't care less! It was fun, and we were having a great time, and that's all that matters. As long as you're enjoying yourself, nothing matters!
Umm... yeah.... This post really makes no sense. Sorry.
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"For this is what your folk would call magic, I believe; though I do not understand clearly what they mean; and they seem to use the same word of the deceits of the Enemy. But this, if you will, is the magic of Galadriel."
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