the end (well, not really)

So here it is, the last day!

I know I haven't been the best of bloggers, but it's been fun. We've had some laughs me and you. We've also had some depressive rants and some silly thinking. But mostly I like to think we'll both remember the laughs.

I want to finish on a high but it turns out I don't have very much to say.

I'm going to a party tomorrow night and I can almost guarantee I'll end up blogging something about it. It may even be coded and guarded. They're the BEST kind of blogs, right?

I need to finish reading The Odyssey and I need to find some inspiration and I need to be a bit more interesting.

Please?

In other news I really need to get me a copy of Looking for Alaska sometime soon. My father was kind enough to purchase me Paper Towns and Katherine's whilst in the States a few months ago. He was there when Obama won the election. Jealous? Me? No. Never. He bought me a badge though, so I suppose that makes up for it a bit.

It's strange this blog. It used to be incredibly private. Nobody knew of it's existence. My own little pocket of web to indulge in silly ramblings or intense thought. But now with Twitter being something a few of my friends use and suchlike, it's a bit less private. I'm not complaining, nor am I assuming that any of my friends read this (though I know a couple do), but I think there's something to be said for anonymity on the Internet. I like people reading some things I write, whereas some other things are quite personal. Admittedly I shouldn't post anything personal on the Internet as I know there's a chance it could be read by someone I know, but sometimes it feels like it's the only (and undoubtedly the best) form of release I have. It's an irritating little paradox and it annoys me that I've deleted a few earlier posts because of it, but as is life. I don't want to think about it too much, it's making my head hurt.

Despite copious amounts of tea, I'm still really rather exhausted.