Yep, I’m still alive, though I feel only about one half living, if that! This week has been the last of classes for the semester and it couldn’t have come fast enough. I am thoroughly over it now. I have to admit that the week has been a fairly quiet one for me though, because most of my assignments were due a couple of weeks ago. I got through that mad rush okay. I even got an A+ for my sociology essay. I was expecting a B+ to and A- at best, so I’m very pleased with my result!

I have been reflecting a bit on blogging as well. I know part of the reason why I don’t post regularly is because I’m pretty busy and don’t often feel like it. Blogging has always been driven by my feeling like it, not because I have to or have some kind of schedule for regular posting. I guess that may be why I don’t have a ton of followers (that I’m aware of anyway). It’s not really about whether or not it’s being read, but sometimes I do wonder what on earth the point is in blogging if there aren’t many readers. I don’t write in a public sphere in the hopes that no one will read what I have to say! If I wanted to do that I would stick to my paper journal. No, I am just as ego-driven as the next blogger, though I don’t really sit around thinking up topics people might like to read about. I just spit out boring rubbish about my day.

There isn’t much point to the above paragraph though. I’m just rambling because it’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately. I’ve gone to write something several times since my last post and every single time I’ve ended up starting at a blank screen with my brain blank, or deciding I actually can’t be bothered, or knowing that what I really want to write about is too personal for me to be comfortable with sharing unless I had much more anonymity than I do. I wish I had never associated my real name with this blog! Then I could just be this person who writes about whatever and no one would know it’s me and I could be so much freer.

Oh well, I suppose internet life shall go on and I shall continue in this uncomfortable place of not wanting to share too much but not having anything else that’s super-interesting to share, because the good stuff is always the gritty stuff and never what I ate for breakfast. Unless it was from a 5 star restaurant or breakfast in bed cooked by my boyfriend, or it was cereal but then I vomited and it looked funny. Actually, you probably don’t want to know about that last part. Sorry.

That reminds me though… Awhile ago Josh and I had some Purple Goanas and we decided it would be a cool drink to get really drunk on because then if you threw up your spew would be purple. And purple vomit is really the only awesome thing about vomit. Not our most mature moment but never mind.