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And so it begins...

Well, folks, here it is. My blog. Yep, a blog. I've watched several of my friends get blogs, enjoyed reading a few of them, ignored the rest, and silently vowed never to get one. I didn't see any particular reason, and the idea of spilling my guts to the entire Internet, or even to a small group of friends who "follow" my blog, sounded kind of unappealing. As any one who knows me can attest, I love sharing my thoughts about anything and everything, but, in a strange contradiction, I also enjoy a certain privacy with my "favorite" thoughts. Maybe I just like the mystique of having things I don't share-an illusionary secrecy, but an enjoyable one nonetheless. Also, I worried that blogging would become my next big addiction, a la Facebook or texting.
So, why, you may ask, am I getting a blog? Well, actually, you're probably not asking. You probably don't really care. But I'll tell you anyway. Honors New Testament. Dr. Holzapfel requires everyone in the class to have a blog and to post weekly. So most (or all) of my posts will be related to that class. Maybe after this class I'll continue this blog and just share my thoughts about life. It might be a good way to sharpen my writing skills.
I can already see my first goal for this blog: conciseness. I've rambled on long enough. Time for this reluctant blogger to go to bed.

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  1. Karissa Balissa you don't need to sharpen your writing skills. You simply need to give me some please!!

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  2. Dear Karissa, I have now read every single one of your posts, (Yeah it's kinda creepy weird isn't it? I don't do this a lot...) And I love you so much! You are awesome. Your blogs are awesome. I hope you keep writing more (whether I keep following them or not, simply because you are that awesome) Yup. That is all.
    Love, Me!

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  3. Stephanie:
    I have now read all your comments on all my posts and it makes me feel happy that you liked them! We should play sometime, I'm sorry it's been so long!

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