What happens when you have a friend who lives half way across the world? You try to talk with them all the time. But that one word is causing problems.

Time. Sure we do get lucky some times and hold very nice conversations, but this time zones, they suck. A lot. I say I'm on, and he's not. When he's on, I'm not! It's just sad.

You probably know him, or followed him on Wattpad. His name, not even I know. But his username-which is just plain awesome-is ExplodingHippo.

Here I am in the United States and he's sadly over there in New Zealand. Seven hours by time. If it's twelve over here it's five over there. Shame.

But I have other friends as well. Which is amazing. JustANerdGirl613 is one of my best Wattpad friends. Notice how I said "One". There's also Amber_cats, Chelsealovesanimals, Jessie_cat_scratch, I'm not sure what to call Cole_Goodrich. Sure we talk some, but I'm not sure if it's an actual "Wattpad friendship". We just have a short conversation. And many more.

When I get a new follower, I do my best to say hello and introduce myself. As if I'm actually talking to them. Which I am. But with a keyboard. Which is fine with me. After all, if there's one thing that can make me smile, it's friends.

 I'm just that random. :P

This seemed a lot bigger in my composition notebook...

Thanks for reading! :P

MeridaAndWhirlwind.