As I feared, I suck as blogging, or keeping a blog, or whatever. How the hell did I manage to keep journals in high school? What the HELL did I write about everyday. (Actually, these are readily accesible in the attic on my parents house. The sad thing is that reading them would make me want to be 15, because I would probably be envious of my innocence. Uck. I am shutting up about that now!)