No Morehead?

Okay, after days of twitching and convulsions I have gotten to Morehead, NC and sought out the library(more importantly, the library's internet) and developed a twang which progressed into a drawl.
You might think I'm kidding. I'm not. My dad says I'm an "empathetic listener"- which basically means that I leech habits off whoever I'm around for an extended period of time. Such as my occasional nor-cal slang-thank you justin, my recent overuse of the word "dude" and the not-so-occasional shaking fist- thank you chadwick, my midwestern twang of the beginning of the week- thank you tennesee. And now it is the soft beginnings of twang-gone-drawl. Complete with slight change in vernacular. (But I talk to my dad with a british accent. I guess that's back with a vengance as my subconcious holds a battle of the fake accents.)
This computer won't let me access melo. I don't like melo, but it is my community with a group of friends. (real live friends who I have met in person, thank you much.)
Dastard internet blocks.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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