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What’s my age again?

I realized why I never got into blogging: I really don’t have the dedication to update often, nor do I actually like telling people about everything I did today. Do you really want to hear me go on about spending the entire day on campus, or when I was with that girl Friday night and we started making out and she took off her pants, but then I turned on the TV? Yeah, that’s what I thought. And no, that didn’t really happen.

I’ve decided I’m going to make random lyric references whenever I can. I’ll come up with some kind of reward system for catching them. This one was easy, it’s in the title. There’s one in my first post too, it’s a little more tricky.

Now here’s what’s new. I’m 21 (not quite 23). Yes, I spent the night out drinking at bars. Big shout out to Bomee and Joe here. I feel like I’ve been celebrating my birthday all week. Last night was good too. Dinner at Cafe Felix [or Feliz] with Joe, Bomee, Daniel, Thomas, Topcue, and Eugene. The food was great, but the portions were kinda pathetic. Really pathetic. Not that I didn’t have a good time, we just had to follow up with BDubs [Buffalo Wings] to get filled up. Good times, good times.

See how uninteresting that was? Okay, it’s probably just that I didn’t go into details. That’s a whole new problem on its own, too. When I get detailed, I pick up on the smallest things. It’d probably take me longer to write about my day than it would to reenact it. Also, details get people into trouble - usually me. I know I’m bound to slip and say something I shouldn’t have. In any case, I plan to write about my day as rarely as possible here. Don’t worry, I have a couple of good pieces lined up for the future.

Here we go!

Hey Boys. Hey Girls.

I’ve been told time and time again that I should start a blog. Maybe this year I was told just enough times. Or maybe it’s that the right people asked. Or maybe it’s that I’m a closet attention seeking loser. In any case, I finally snapped.

Now, I’m not going to make any promises here. Not all my pieces are going to have the insight of How to Be a Lifeguard, the epic drama of Stolen Ericsson, or the hilarity of Why I Pay $1.99 for Tea (this one wasn’t published, but if I can ever find a copy of it, I’ll gladly put it up; sadly, I can’t retell it as well as I wrote it). I’ll make the effort to put smiles on your faces every so often, but again, no guarantees. And that’s my C.Y.A. clause (that’s “Cover Your Ass” for anyone that hasn’t taken a law class).

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