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There he goes again.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

I've fallen into the hole again. I'm not coming out until I'm ready. My school work is going to suffer and my IM conversations are going to be empty and unsatisfying.

What? You might say. Well, let me tell you something. I am a voyeuristic freak. I love to read blogs. The last time this happened, instead of curling in bed with a good book before bed, I took out my PSP and curled in bed while reading someone's blog from the first post all the way to the most recent. Yes. I am that dorky. Why a PSP? Because I don't have anything as small that can go online and I do not feel like snuggling with my MacBook no matter how small and cute it is. Which blog? A Ridiculous Raw Youth. Which blog am I infactuated with now? Which blogger have I considered stalking?

But Enough About You.

Of course I'm in love with the name. It speaks of pretentiousness that only I can dream of. But its also an interesting account of life in, from what I gathered from the first two months, London.

Its funny reading blogs from the very beginning. Sometimes it feels like a conversation between good friends. Other times, it feels like looking through a telescope and watching a tribe of aliens discover fire and yet other times it feels like sitting in a classroom learning about some boring subject only to find myself grateful later that listened and learned the lesson already. Only But Enough About You is discontinued, killed, no longer updated. And that makes me sad. But it also makes it feel more like a book, with a beginning and a definite ending.

In other news, I've got a case of the mondays. On Sunday night. UGH.

PS. No, I did not care about the super bowl. Thanks for asking.

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