Exams are coming up, and I’ve resolved to keep a record of my life. For a short while, I used dailyboooth, but as usual, I just got bored and gave up. After my last post, protected because it contained events which are not for the general public, things have gone along as normal. The Easter holidays have come and gone, my last essay has been handed in, and the highs and lows of everyday life carry on.
Since I last properly blogged, half the names in my blogroll have ceased to exist, or have moved sites. I guess the internet is like that- transient. Blogs are kind of ephemeral- in some senses they’re very real- you can look at them, interact with them- but then they’re gone, and it’s like they never existed. I think the appeal of writing a blog is the same as writing a diary or taking photos for me, two things I’ve always been a little obsessed with. It’s the recording of life, the making it solid and making memories real. I’ll be the first to admit that I look over my old blogs, and when I was sorting out my room so it could be redecorated, I read every diary or record that I found. I used to have a habit (I’m not sure whether it was a bad one) of writing dated corrections and comments in my diaries. For example, if I’d written that I’d had an argument and would never forgive someone, three months later, there might be a correction, saying that I had sorted something out. It’s interesting to look over, although I’m not sure what it says about me.
It feels weird that I’m going to be twenty in less than two months. I can remember being young, thinking that eleven or twelve was old, and that eighteen was inestimatley old. I guess that the real shock hits when I’m twenty one, and will have finished university entirely, hopefully be going on to study a master’s degree, and then onto a phd. Maybe in six or seven years time, I’ll be looking over this, and correcting it, where I’ve taken a totally different life path?
