tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34269562011-04-21T13:45:18.584-07:00Mostly contains me complaining about being 25.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296103478942348392noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3426956.post-114003932002-04-02T19:46:00.000-08:002002-04-02T19:46:32.843-08:00new<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3426956-11400393?l=twentyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296103478942348392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3426956.post-113995072002-04-02T19:23:00.000-08:002002-04-02T19:33:52.000-08:00Well, the countdown begins. In exactly 192 days, I will turn 25. The prospect of such both thrills and terrifies me. My little sister from college, Gina, graduates from Virginia Tech in May and I cant help but reflect on my own graduation. I had such high expectations for myself then, but I am nowhere near achieving the goals I set. At least I dont still work my crappy retail job that I had all through college. Not that it wasnt a good job, it was just that it was time for me to move on before I seriously injured someone. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3426956-11399507?l=twentyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296103478942348392noreply@blogger.com