It's late - but Happy New Year, Internet!

I am eighteen years old on Friday.  It feels a little strange.  I know that it's not going to be as I expected it would when I was, say, fourteen, but I feel sad.  I'm wondering whether things will actually change or not.  Nothing seems to change when you turn sixteen or seventeen but eighteen is The Big ( Read more... )

I doubt I'll write much in this journal. Mostly, because I can't be bothered to go searching for friends and I'd rather write only if I knew and trusted the people who were bothering to read. I may vent a little, occasionally. That's all.

Reading Festival coverage shall apparently begin on ITV2 tomorrow night at 8:00pm

So yeah, made a new Livejournal just for the hell of it really. Go, do whatever.