Dead Baby Pigs + the royal wedding

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Creepy blog title, huh? just pretend you're interested, ok?


One of my co-workers and I have started to smell this sour, repugnant smell. Little did we know, the school that meets down the hall is dissecting dead. baby. pigs. Needless to say, this got me thinking, and this random, nonsensical blog ensued.

Three new developments in my life:
1. Twitter is the new Facebook. Myspace is dead.
2. My girlfriend and I have been dating 1 year, 26days. (I had to do the math, I didn't just know that.)
3. I still don't feel like an adult.

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So, Leah (my girlfriend, who I just realized I have never blogged about) is legit freaking out about the royal wedding. Leah's planning this whole night where her best friend, her best friend's boyfriend, Leah, and I will stay up and watch the ceremony. It's a big deal. Being the kind, awesome boyfriend that I am, I have to buy her a Royal Wedding Party Present, right? It's on it's way as I type. She's going to flip!

Alright, back to the dead. baby. pigs. I forgot my whole point with that train of thought. You make up something about not being able to control what happens to you, but you can control how you react to it. Something like that. Circumstances don't define you. How's that?



Five things you can do if you're bored:
1. Find me on facebook.
2. Follow me on Twitter.
3. Follow this blog.
4. Leave a comment on this post.
5. Have a genuinely awesome day.

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