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Sep 28, 2007

It was 20 years ago today...

Or maybe 23 days.  But I decided to invoke the help of Sir Paul to try and ease back into the whole blogging thing without anyone noticing that I haven't gotten off my lazy ass to post after since my original post.

Anyway, my birthday came and went (September 13th) and I am completely happy for it.  It was a simple and profound reminder of how much I am loved and how much I am blessed to have the family and friends that I have.

But life keeps chugging on, even for us uber-blessed people, and I am now in school and busy out the wazoo.  It's the normal 15 year old things: enduring a hyperactive 40 year old man with flaming red hair who teaches Why the Barbarians Were Like So Totally Kick Ass 101.  This class is known most educated people as something like "Medieval History."  I'm vigorously studying for all of my other classes and trying to cram in every opportunity to pursue the things I love most . . . usually all in one day.

With all this, I have the original attachment to this blog I have always had, and with that I feel responsibility, not only to Steve or to the readers, but to myself, because if blogging is any way beneficial to the life I'm living, I shouldn't half ass it. So that comes to at least one article a week, no excuses. I'm 15, time to make the jump into being a living person. Ciao!


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