Bloody promises

So there we were and depending on who you ask some might say we were, what they say, "shooting the shit." So yeah, there we were, shooting the shit and if you know anything about me, the topic of conversation always comes back to me. This incidence however, was no different. One thing lead to another and in the midst of drowning in the attention I realize that I had just made a promise to not cut my hair until Relay For Life. Relay For Life is in April. You do the math. awesome.

It would have been noble of me as well as a lie if I said that helping others was the sole reason. The truth is that I saw it as the perfect excuse for not getting my hair cut. For some reason I get lethargic when I think about getting my hair cut maybe just lazy. Don't get me wrong, I do care and think the cause is great, but it's just that if I can continue to be lazy and do a good thing at the same time... why not? Plus, I get to get my hair cut by professionals at the event where I can get all the attention that I would ever want. double awesome

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The Polar Star

Don't worry, I feel exactly the same way. The last thing I thought I would find myself doing was to start a blog. I've always taken pride in the fact that, with much success, I've managed to resist the infamous live journal, myspace, and xanga bug. The truth, in actuality, is that I was just scared. Just scared of writing for not only the world to read but to also judge.

I will preface this inspiration of mine (to start a blog) with the book The Polar Star. If you've spent anytime with me this year you will understand the significance of The Polar Star. Let's just say that I can always open it and find exactly what I'm looking for. This blog will be my attempt at sharing my life with others.

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