So have I matured? I like to think at least somewhat. For example I'm not obsessed with celebrity hotties anymore. I don't think I've made a hottie list in over three years and even if I tried to now I'd struggle.
Also I don't tend to rant about my imaginary reign over a gaseous planet. Let me just say that I think I retired that alter-ego at least a good couple of years ago when I stopped using it as my username in random forums. I don't tend to really rant in general unless it's about something everyone finds particularly annoying like public transport. And now that I've finished uni I have nothing to really complain about; no assignments, merciless tutors or unreasonable exam timetables.
But some things in me remain inherent. Like my love of making pointless lists. My love of all forms of entertainment and constant need to make playlists and point out sitcom quotes. My aspiration to become a music/film nerd (though I don't think that would ever really happen).
But this lack of blogging can be attributed to a lack of audience due to, what I call, the Facebook effect. The fact that people only seem to communicate via social networking has taken away the things I used to really love about the internet, namely:
- blogging and commenting on friends' blogs
- emoticon wars at 2am on msn
- emails. yes, actual emails, not junk or fwds. Ones that say "Hello, how are you? What have you been upto? The other day I..." These have been brutally replaced by wall posts for everyone to see.
- posting in the forums I used to run with my friends back in high school. Where we'd play pointless word games and write the dirtiest smut about each other.
I briefly contemplated retiring this blog and starting a new, more 'mature' themed one. But I see no point in that, seeing as no-one would read it unless it were on Facebook or had some official purpose like Leanne's one does. So I've decided to keep this one, not only as a timeline, but also as a back up place to rant.
