Remember Xanga?

I do. And it is a thorough documentation of my life from 2003 until 2005.

Pretty insane, right?

April and I decided to go eat pho for dinner tonight. After pho, Starbucks, as usual. And while sitting in Odeggard reminiscing about our childhood the subject of Xanga came up. Low and behold I remembered my password and we proceeded to spend the last hour reading our old blogs from 9th grade, and laughing at how ridiculous we were.