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Blogging.
I've tried it before, back in the days of my "rebellious" youth when I would sneak onto the parental-prohibited online world of Xanga to tell everyone (well, my few subscribers that I hoped were actually readers) about the dramatic day at school that I had experienced. Between anxious glances at the door to make sure Dad would not catch me, I would go into unnecessary detail, use no proper grammar or punctuation, and usually find my self yelling in all capital letters at some point in my hormone-driven, emotional online journal entry.

Well, now that I have arrived at complete maturity and wisdom, I have decided to try my hand at the world of blogging once again. I feel slightly behind, as if perhaps I missed the blogging boat, but, hey why not swim my way up to everyone else and climb aboard now?

I laugh at myself slightly, because honestly, this blogging will most likely be very similar in content to that of my original attempts. Yes, perhaps it will contain bigger words, less capitalization, better grammar, trendy designs and semi-obscure music, but really what else is blogging than pondering or giggling over the irony of a day at school, in the city, at church, at home, etc?

So, here's to another blog, one that may not be that unique, but I will most likely enjoy dabbling on just to amuse myself. Here's to my attempts at reflecting and to someone perhaps gaining something from the musings of yet one more 20something in a generation married to a life on the world wide web.
*clink*

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