Spring Resolution

Every time I get on the computer I browse this site only for my links, thinking "I'll get around to writing on it, I just don't have the time right now."

Halfway to math class, my thoughts decidedly not math-like, I realized that I will never blog if I never decide on at least one specific time to do it. So I've set a time for myself and I promise to write something AT LEAST once a week. Be sure you hold me to it, too.

By the way, this April snow thing? Not liking it so much. And if my 20th birthday on the 30th of this month is white, someone owes me BIG time.

...And no, I don't count this as my one post of the week. This is merely a reminder to guilt me into writing something real later.

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