The idea of posting private thoughts in a public medium is a foreign one. I use Facebook mainly in a private messaging capacity for friends and acquaintances I have no other way of reaching. Otherwise, e-mail me.
Besides, recording my thoughts has never appealed to me because:
A. There's a dichotomy in the paths my thoughts take: Either they are mind-numbingly dull or they deserve serious censorship.
B. I ramble.
C. One day in the future I will go over these, and will inevitable cringe.
But hey, what's life without a little embarrassment?
So, what's the dealio today?
Um... just swinging by London tomorrow. For a whole 9 months! That's a whole gestation period for a human being! What if.. No. Better not.
Anyway, I'm going to study at a very special school there, and the phrase I've come up with to describe my future experience is catastrophically terrific. I don't yet know what it means, but I suppose I'll soon find out.
Yes. I will spare you the details of my packing debacle, and hopefully will save only the wonderful tidbits for this blog. Blog's such a weird word.
For my exit, cue "London Calling by The Clash"
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