tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31951352382707578292011-04-21T10:45:54.821-07:00kobejasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804528637593221827noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195135238270757829.post-35123974166533134782008-07-16T21:56:00.000-07:002008-07-16T22:13:12.446-07:00This all seems a bit strange to me, the world that is. I mean, it is July and summer is almost over. I am about to enter my senior year and someone suggests, you should write down your thoughts, only don't write them... type them for the world to see. The last time this happened was 4 years ago. I was only a senior and the time was once again July. Only back then it was Xanga...<br /><br />Would history find other ways to repeat itself from 4 years ago? Would I once again be listening to "Konstantine" by Something Corporate religiously? Would I begin running on a daily basis? Would I be sneaking out of my window at 1 a.m. every night to waste my time with an empty love? Oh... blogspot, time is playing games with this... growing boy who is not yet a man. What makes a man? Is it his courage, his bravado? If so, then a man, I am not. <br /><br />Perhaps I'll never know.<br /><br /><br />Seriously, I'm in Georgia working. I'll reveal more later.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3195135238270757829-3512397416653313478?l=kobejason.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kobejasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804528637593221827noreply@blogger.com2