Dear reader,
So, following suit of my nearest and dearest, I have taken it upon myself to start a blog. I have done this with the full knowledge that like facebook, it will undoubtedly become a highly sufficient source of procrastination. As the assignments start rolling in, you, dear reader, will hopefully be the recipient of my most random thoughts, large yet useless epiphanies and maybe, just maybe, the odd interesting idea.
I was wondering before why I decided to write a blog. Perhaps blogs have just become a socially acceptable narcissism, encouraged by our own voyeuristic desires to watch other people live out their lives? I know for a fact that many of us, dear reader, keep in contact online with people we would not otherwise interact with out of sheer entertainment or curiosity (usually both!).
I must state first and foremost that I solemnly swear to never talk about someone behind their back on this blog. As M so eloquently put it, it is pathetic. That is all I have to say on the matter, as I fear discussing this further would violate my promise before I even finish the paragraph.
I must also apologise for the somewhat formal tone of this post. I just finished writing a philosophy essay and the Little Voice in My Head who tricks the marker into thinking I'm a philosopher has not yet left the building.
So, how was your day dear? I hear you ask. Lovely thank you :) It was great to see Rara and Vollies during Prosh week. I was very sad that I missed out on seeing some poor guy get kicked in the dick in the name of university entertainment. Luckily, i did bear witness to Flaming Mangina. Enough said?
After uni, I had the pleasure of Cynic's company for the short work between the tram and Dad's work. It was quite possibly the best 10 minutes of my day. Thank you :)
That's all for now, but I think if we all cross our fingers and toes, I might just post again :)
