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Someday Sparrow
coloseum
sacredchickens
Umm, yeah, so I have a new blog. I don't know why, I just do.

somedaysparrow.blogspot.com

To assume makes an ass of u and me.
coloseum
sacredchickens
Me: *scrunching up face in universal gesture of 'Ew, this smells nasty'* Jon, how often do you wash that hand towel hanging on the back of your bathroom door?

Jon: That towel's for feet, not hands. That's my bathmat.

Me: I think I'll just go wash my hands again.

The pros and cons of blogging...
coloseum
sacredchickens
Yeah, so I just wrote a little post about the pros and cons of blogging, but it was really boring so I deleted it. I just thought you might like to know that I'm thinking about it, though.

W.

New Year's Inclinations...
coloseum
sacredchickens
I will not be doing a retrospective of the year, much less the decade, that was, because it's all just too damned depressing. I will say, however, that in 2010 i am *strongly* inclined to start acting like a real grown-up and stop feeling like such a useless asshole all the time. To this end, i may or may not do one or more of the following:
- get my driver's license
- maintain a respectable balance on my savings account (current balance = 8.21$)
- acquire healthy eating habits
- exercise periodically
- engage in charitable activities of some kind
- take better care of my cat
This list gives a sadly revealing picture of what i think a 'real grown-up' is and does.

I used to be 21. What the hell happened to that?

Oh look, a blog!
baby penguin
sacredchickens
I suspected that when i got internet at home i would start posting again and look, here i am. I notice that pretty much everyone i know has been having existential blog issues lately - Why is this here? What is its purpose? sort of thing. I think Twitter is to blame. Sometimes 140 characters just says it all, though.

On the other hand, i'm starting to wonder if being a little more disciplined about my blog wouldn't help me to be more disciplined about other things, too. I've been thinking about ways to be more disciplined lately because this semester is completely crazy and i'm becoming increasingly aware that what is being expected of me is not actually humanly possible. The only way to get through the next few months without flunking out is to pull off the impossible and the only way to do that is suck every drop of productivity out of every minute of my life. Something, by the way, which i am not doing right now. I just spent nearly an hour writing this, while listening to the podcast of Thursday's Q and drinking coffee. I'm still in my pajamas and i haven't eaten anything yet today. Ok, not a good start. Especially given that my plan for today involved getting up at seven and going for a crisp, invigorating walk in the autumn air before settling in to write at least five pages of my Special Essay. *sigh* I'm still kinda hoping to get enough done to justify going to Becky's Hallowe'en party this evening. (If i do go, i will going as "The One You Least Suspect". Clever enough, i feel, but hardly labour-intensive.)

Ok, i'm off to eat a handful of almonds and get in the shower. Time to really start my day...

Undergrads...
coloseum
sacredchickens
"Suetonius' work acts as a detailed account of Augustus' reforms and shows how Augustus transformed a dilapidated state into a gem."

I find this charming.

I'm a jerk.
coloseum
sacredchickens
Last night on my way home from Jon's at about midnight there was this guy ahead of me on one of those motorised wheelchair things and his change was falling out of his pockets. When i realised that he'd dropped a loonie and a toonie, i figured i should try to catch up and give it back, but not being on a motorised chair of any kind put me at something of a disadvantage. I gave up just as he was pulling into the public housing building up the street. What am i supposed to do with this poor guy's change? I can't keep it.

(no subject)
coloseum
sacredchickens
The secret to success in life in to have your feet hit the floor by 6:30 every morning. That's 6:30, not 9:30. I'm so screwed.

That's where i'm a Viking!
coloseum
sacredchickens
So, this morning i woke up at seven when my alarm went off, but then i was persuaded by some foggy character from my subconscious to go shopping instead of getting up and going to Greek class. The best part about dream shopping is that you never have to feel guilty about the money you spend or care that you have nowhere to wear the stuff you buy. Of course, just when i was about to go into the dressing room with an armload of impossibly cute party dresses i realised that it was ten to nine and i had to leap out of bed and into the shower. I was about twenty minutes late for Greek class.

Blogging...
coloseum
sacredchickens
Hey, you know how girls usually change their hair before they break up with their boyfriends? When you feel a nagging sense of dissatisfaction, an itch for change, you try the hair first and if that doesn't work you ditch the man. That's sort of how i'm feeling about my Livejournal right now - a nagging sense of dissatisfaction. So i'm playing with the layout and changing my default userpic, but it's not really helping. I don't really want to break up with Livejournal, though. Maybe we can work things out.

First, there's the issue of readership: i think it was once at an all-time high of six, but it's slipped considerably over the years. I may have two or three readers left. What's the point? It's kind of a vicious circle, because the fewer people are reading, the less motivated i am to update. I thought uploading (or whatever the appropriate verb is) to Facebook would help, but people there don't care either.

What is the purpose of this blog anyway? It used to be for keeping in touch with friends who'd moved away, but now there's Facebook for that. Mostly it's just for reminding myself - and the ever decreasing number of people who care - how charming and witty i can be. I think that makes me one of those people who keeps a blog just because they think the world should give a shit about how charming and witty they can be. *shudders*

Sometimes i think i want to be one of those people with a semi-professional blog - the kind that actually has a topic and is read by people who don't even know the keeper of said blog in real life. In truth, that would require a lot more effort than i am willing to put into anything, especially anything so pointless as blogging. Also, what would it be about? Every once in a while i have a brilliant idea and get as far as checking to see if the name i want is available on Blogspot. It never is, and then i realise that i don't care.

Maybe this journal has outlived it's usefulness. Bottom line: is anybody even reading this?