I've only posted three times (4?) on this blog/journal/12 year old diary/thing, and I already want to go back and rewrite or revise what I've written. I keep telling myself no, but the English teacher inside of me wants to make it perfect. This shouldn't be perfect. This is more like a stream of consciousness than a manicured essay for the hardest professor known to mankind. I want to look back on these first few posts and be glad that I wrote them and kept them the same. Every goofy, unnatural, and quirky thing that I say is all in the name of progress!
And to completely bug my inner essay writer, here is something completely random without a transition:
My cousin Matt was married on Saturday, and Jason (handsome man in the center) got a fancy new camera! More beautiful pictures of Memorial Day coming. Also, I have a beautiful family.
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