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I Found a Blog!!

You know what I just realized? I have a blog. You know, that I write on. Maybe I should write things on it... But in all seriousness, I have a very good reason that I haven't written anything on here since November. You guessed it, my dog ate my computer. Okay, that was the worst dad joke ever. It was really awful. Hey, at least I found something I'm good at...

Actually, these last few months have been the busiest and greatest I've ever had. I've traveled all over the country, performed in my first and last high school musical (it was not High School Musical. Sorry to disappoint.), and have done general senior-y things.

Along the way, I really kind of learned about how much I missed out on during my freshman and sophomore years. I've also taken a lot of pictures. I'm thinking about opening up a little gallery so the world can witness me in a maid outfit. Yeah, you read that right.

I'm really grateful that (even though I did nothing my first two years of high school) I did everything I possibly could these past two years. I'm so glad I took every opportunity because I've learned so much about myself. For example, I probably should never wear a maid outfit again. I've also made the most amazing friends along the way. Friends I wish I had all four years because they're honestly some of the most incredible people I've ever met. So thank y'all for these last few months especially. They've been awesome.  It's cheesy, but then again, so is pizza. And pizza is delicious.

Okay, now I don't know where I'm going with this...at all. Anyway, I think I'll be writing a lot more lately. I really miss it. Now that I found it again, I really have no excuse not to use that blog. And, like that weird chick from Mean Girls, I just have a lot of feelings. And I want to meet Tina Fey. So yeah, I'm going to write some more soon. Stay tuned!

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