Instead of throwing myself in at the deep end and ranting about the (many) things I've listed over the past few weeks that have annoyed me enough to note down (shop assistants, hecklers, people who pick up on my dimples and call me 'cute') I decided to start on something that you'd think wouldn't annoy me. I'm sat at home on a Saturday night waiting for my best friend to arrive, and I choose writing a blog as a time consumer... why on earth would I not like the things? I'm going to tell you.
I wouldn't have dreamed of keeping a blog before University. It would have either 'interfered' with my College work or eaten into time where I could be out with friends, family, watching TV or admittedly, browsing Facebook. As for the times where I'd find myself at home with nothing to do and nobody to talk to, quite frankly I'd have rather played on The Sim's. In the first year of my University course I was forced to create a blog for an assignment in which we had to post ideas and research regarding an upcoming essay. It wasn't difficult or taxing but GOD, was it boring. Then I realised if I was to blog on something I myself found entertaining, it wouldn't be so bad. And here is the baby of that realisation. Don't get me started on templates and font colour and backgrounds (although I did choose a rather lovely bookcase as mine... not very realistic, however there is a couple of books that have fallen over just to the left there) - THAT is what pisses me off. I want to write down some of my thoughts, simply because each time I inflict my sister with my stories I leave her doubled up with silent laughter (painful) on the laminate flooring (dusty). If you don't find me interesting or funny... don't read it. I will give you a word of advice though: I'm funny. Read it. Laters.
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