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    September
    Wednesday, September 1, 2010, 2:05 PM
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    September is here! The leaves are crispy and falling; school’s are starting soon; Iraq’s finally getting rid of US troops; it’s a whole new world! Let’s hope it’s a better one.

    I can't believe it's already SEPTEMBER. Like, where did this year even go? It’s going by a little bit too fast for my liking. This year, so far, has been alright. I liked last year better, but it is what it is.

    I’ve made a decision. I’m going to try as hard as I can to make at least some of my blogs substantial. Although, to be fair, substance is subjective to one’s priorities in life. But I don’t want to be one of those boring people who just blog and blog about their lives and their day. I’ll talk romance, relationships, current affairs, and probably vent here and there about all the embarrassing moments of my life.


    “Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last. Wake me up when September ends… ”


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    Sigh. I just hate growing up sometimes. If I could only bring back those young years. Those carefree days...