Irrelevant

If I have any spare time or get sick of studying australopithecines, I sneak in a bit of reading which I have been deprived from for the last month or so. I'm currently 'reading' (and reading in inverted commas since 15 minute blocks of sitting down with a book in your hand is not what I consider as reading) Go Ask Alice. I received it as a birthday present from Eboney in August, it is quite a short (and physically small) novel and simplistic. Yet it is still as engaging as The Virgin Suicides or some sort of more publicised novel. I think it is contemporary, and it is a diary/ journal of a 14/15 year old girl who was totally straight edge to a junkie on any type of drug she could get her hands on.

I am not using that story as an analagy BUT I can adopt the main theme (of her addiction to drugs) to what I have realised is an addiction for BLOGGING. What the fuck, I know (haha) but I have random large intervals of time where I stop updating purely due to school/ assignments/ exams. When I finally decide to blow the dust off my worthy ole' Blogger and update, I feel like freaking updating every half day. Maybe it's because I've banned myself from Facebook (such an unhealthy addiction that social networking site is) but I don't think so because I do end up sneaking in once in a while (ITS UNHEALTHY I TELL YOU!)

This blog has no meaning to at it all except for this urge to blog.

I bid thee goodbye.