Dumdumdum...long time no post.
I think I have a fear of the empty whiteness. You know? Big, long, journal-entry screen, all white and empty and waiting to be filled with clever words. Or, if not clever, then entertaining. Or touching. Or anything, hell - as long as they're yours. And somewhat relevant. To something.
Maybe my problem is that I cannot quite seem to categorize blogs. YES, people. This is a blog. You might call it LiveJournal or a Journal or an Online Diary or whatever, but in normal-speech, it's a blog. A place where you write about things happening in the real world and the internet, often in a sort of diary-formatty-kind-of-way. Yes. So, my problem is : how to manage this concept? I could turn this thing "friends only" or whatnot, and leave one of those quite gay "I'm sorry but I keep this journal to myself and I'm very picky about who I friend" blather-posts at the beginning of it (big pardon to all who read this and have one of those - I'm just trying to fill the white, evil, blank space with as much bullshit as possible before I loose nerve!), but I don't know. That would make this...different. Hrm. Problemproblem.
Intimacy, maybe, is the problem? See, if I'd make this "friends only", I could write more intimate things. Am I ready to write about more intimate things thusly? I'm not sure I am! Maybe I prefer the openly-read-for-all-the-internet type of blog, which enables me to write in careful and impersonal internet-language. But then again, maybe things that I'd like to write here are generally too personal for internet-language, which leads to the huge lack of posts.
Ech, the pure amount of hypenated-text-to-create-words-that-don't-exist!
Idle idle idle thoughts. Dum dum dum. Onomatopoetry! That should so be a word. Anyway, what's up in my life since last update? Eeh...bunch of stuff. Just want to get rid of that outdated christmas entry really. Easter entry goes here. Went home, saw folks, went up north, saw more folks, went down. Woot. Studies? Crapload, big crapload. But I keep feeling I can see the light at the end of the tunnel : not much more now! Work : NOTHING AT ALL, FELLOWS. THAT'S RIGHT : NO WORK FOR ME! Which is not making me half as nervous as it should, unfortunately. Hell : if worst leads to worst, I might end up slouching about all summer not working at all and still making it through grandly. Wouldn't that be a bitch for all you working buggers, eh? Some bastard just sitting on his ass through summer and then continuing his studies without having worked a day, and without dying of poverty because of it? I reckon I could manage. :P
Naw. Work is needed, lest I shall grow into my un-ergonomic chair and turn into vegetable man (turn against the sun, water twice a day). Summer shall be interesting. I have my bicycle here now, that will also change my daily rhytm a wee bit, I dare say! Aw man, I hope I get a job. :-/
Aaalrighty then. Anything else? Eeh...random lots of stuff, I guess. Maybe you can read about it in my autobiography. EXCEPT, of course, I won't remember anything will I? I'll have to make a fictional autobiography, like David Copperfield. I'll call it...Samson Pet(t)erson! Excellent stuff. It'll be about a half Finnish, half English wee boy growing up in Finland and...and...er...well, hell. I don't know how it goes from there. I'll keep you updated on Samson's adventures later on.
'k! That's it. I've filled with white page. Phew. Please don't mind anything I've said, it's mostly just whatever's popped into my mind at the moment of writing. At least it's more up-to-date than the christmas entry! Peace and love to all.
/The author of this blog. BLOG I tell you!
Maybe my problem is that I cannot quite seem to categorize blogs. YES, people. This is a blog. You might call it LiveJournal or a Journal or an Online Diary or whatever, but in normal-speech, it's a blog. A place where you write about things happening in the real world and the internet, often in a sort of diary-formatty-kind-of-way. Yes. So, my problem is : how to manage this concept? I could turn this thing "friends only" or whatnot, and leave one of those quite gay "I'm sorry but I keep this journal to myself and I'm very picky about who I friend" blather-posts at the beginning of it (big pardon to all who read this and have one of those - I'm just trying to fill the white, evil, blank space with as much bullshit as possible before I loose nerve!), but I don't know. That would make this...different. Hrm. Problemproblem.
Intimacy, maybe, is the problem? See, if I'd make this "friends only", I could write more intimate things. Am I ready to write about more intimate things thusly? I'm not sure I am! Maybe I prefer the openly-read-for-all-the-internet type of blog, which enables me to write in careful and impersonal internet-language. But then again, maybe things that I'd like to write here are generally too personal for internet-language, which leads to the huge lack of posts.
Ech, the pure amount of hypenated-text-to-create-words-that-don't-exist!
Idle idle idle thoughts. Dum dum dum. Onomatopoetry! That should so be a word. Anyway, what's up in my life since last update? Eeh...bunch of stuff. Just want to get rid of that outdated christmas entry really. Easter entry goes here. Went home, saw folks, went up north, saw more folks, went down. Woot. Studies? Crapload, big crapload. But I keep feeling I can see the light at the end of the tunnel : not much more now! Work : NOTHING AT ALL, FELLOWS. THAT'S RIGHT : NO WORK FOR ME! Which is not making me half as nervous as it should, unfortunately. Hell : if worst leads to worst, I might end up slouching about all summer not working at all and still making it through grandly. Wouldn't that be a bitch for all you working buggers, eh? Some bastard just sitting on his ass through summer and then continuing his studies without having worked a day, and without dying of poverty because of it? I reckon I could manage. :P
Naw. Work is needed, lest I shall grow into my un-ergonomic chair and turn into vegetable man (turn against the sun, water twice a day). Summer shall be interesting. I have my bicycle here now, that will also change my daily rhytm a wee bit, I dare say! Aw man, I hope I get a job. :-/
Aaalrighty then. Anything else? Eeh...random lots of stuff, I guess. Maybe you can read about it in my autobiography. EXCEPT, of course, I won't remember anything will I? I'll have to make a fictional autobiography, like David Copperfield. I'll call it...Samson Pet(t)erson! Excellent stuff. It'll be about a half Finnish, half English wee boy growing up in Finland and...and...er...well, hell. I don't know how it goes from there. I'll keep you updated on Samson's adventures later on.
'k! That's it. I've filled with white page. Phew. Please don't mind anything I've said, it's mostly just whatever's popped into my mind at the moment of writing. At least it's more up-to-date than the christmas entry! Peace and love to all.
/The author of this blog. BLOG I tell you!