You know, it seems like I can't go 24 hours without someone asking me, "How did you get to be so awesome?"
But that's not what I'm writing about today.
First of all, that's the last time I say, "I guess I'll write this blog as soon as this game is over." This game kept going through 13 innings. And it was even slower than that because of the rain and several pitching changes. And they kept saying how exciting the game was.
Stupid baseball.
But I'm not really interested in writing about that today.
This whole kid in a balloon thing is lame. Why? Because the kid wasn't in the balloon. And it turns out that the father just wanted publicity, which he got. And the kid's name is Falcon. For a fictional character? Cool name. For a kid in Colorado? Nerd.
But that's not a topic I want to focus on here today.
But I don't want to write about that today.
It's the anniversary of the Loma Prieta Earthquake. I wish I had a good story to tell for the sake of this blog, but I guess it's a good thing that I don't. I was pretty much just sitting on my bed doing homework. It shook for awhile. Nothing fell off my walls or anything. It was obviously the biggest earthquake I've been in, but on the ground floor inside a small bedroom wasn't a spectacular experience.
But I'm not going to continue with that subject.
So I won't.
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