A Foreword…

First I suppose I should start by introducing myself for all those who may wish to read this.

My name is Liana Fournier. I was born into a family of french  bakers in the year 1798.  Obviously this makes me 212 years old. This may surprise some of you, but never fear, all will be explained in the end.

As for my physical characteristics I am 5 and a half feet tall. I have eyes the color of spring leaves and hair the color of straw. My hair is long reaching almost to my knees. I will let it get no longer, lest I lose my mind!  I am a plain girl, fairly quiet. I have a doctorate in medicine so you may address my as Dr. Fournier or Dr. Liana or just Liana, whatever you feel so inclined to address me as.

I would consider myself a well-read scholar. I can speak 5 languages, including French, English, Italian, German, and Japanese. Japanese is my most recent language and is the most foreign to me. I spend most of my free time writing or reading some form of literature, or studying up on the current medical findings.  You may be thinking, oh well this Liana , she quite a dull girl, and you would be right. I am an unremarkable 20 some year old girl to all who would just get a glance of me. What makes me remarkable, or well that sounds horribly  arrogant, shall we say unusual instead? What makes me unusual is the mere fact that I appear to be a young 20 something year old girl and am  really 212 years old. This means that I am immortal my friends.. I have no lifespan to worry over, no sickness or wound can take me from this world.  I could talk about this all day, it is quite a horribly broad and debatable topic. So I shall put it to bed for now, but never fear it will rear its ugly head soon enough.

If  you haven’t already read my little welcome page, I will now briefly explain what I am doing here.  This Journal is a comprehensive retelling of my life,  my own benefit and for the benefit of any who wish to read it.  Be warned though, this story is not always happy, far from it, nor is it a glorious adventure. This is the story of a young naive girl who made mistakes and who over the years has witnessed numerous things, many of them unpleasant. This is a story of the girls failures, her wishes and her desires, her pain and the drama of growing from a little girl to a woman and the losing of her mortality and the all the pleasures and distresses that, it brings with it.

It is a rather long story so I will start it on the morning of my 11th birthday;To spare you the bother or reading about my years as a small child. I assure you nothing truly significant  happened to me in these years.