That I haven't blogged is testament to nothing- I am neither bored nor busy beyond reason. At times, I am of course these things; at other times, I am spending whole days reading TV Tropes. (It provides one with a new language for the discussion of pop culture; however, it is for the large part a self-contained language, and those that I know who speak it are few.
They are, however, existent, as much is existent. One problem with reading TV Tropes is that you begin to think of yourself and your life in its terms. Here I am, the Ordinary High School Student (except that I actually am not a witch or God or the one true heir to the throne of Lihe), sitting in the library, blogging because I have nothing else to do. What has been happening? I have been at school, of course, doing all the ordinary school things, like learning and shit. I've been at work, doing all the ordinary work things like working and shit. Life is, essentially, normal; and any variations on normality do not stand mentioning.
This kind of talk makes my life sound dull, perhaps even insuffrably so. My life has its plus points, of course it does. However, and unfortunately so, the things that make life good tend to be unbloggable, if only for the size of them. Certianly, it is true that the things that make life, as it were, worth living, are small, and therefore better suited to Twitter.
The fact that I mostly only blog about blogging these days may well be testament to something, however. |
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LATE IS APPARENTLY NOT A MOOD
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