Admission

I'll admit what I was previously unwilling to: Steubenville has stolen my innocence.

When I came back to San Diego for Christmas, I swore that a semester in a state with weather hadn't made me any less of a weather-wimp. That I still firmly held to the principle of the relativity of temperature.

But this morning on the way out of the church, just as I was thinking what a nice day it was, (it's about 55) I overheard a girl telling her mom that it was "sooo cold!"

I'll admit what I was previously unwilling to: Steubenville has stolen my innocence.

And all of my readers not in California now have permission to hate me. :)