Continuing adventures of a blog explorer Also known a "Gawd bless America"

I had a wee trip along the "next blog" road. Came across a US guy's blog which was mainly audio posts. Listened to one of them...a great long rant about how Hilary Clinton is a bitch and how Americans shouldn't complain about Bush, because he'd never tell people to kill children unlike Moslems, Eye-Ran, Saddam or Osama would/have done. Delightful. Skip along to the next blog: a malaysian muslim girl enjoying macdonalds with her friends. Maybe it's the fries that make muslims into child-killers? Who knows. If you can be arsed to check out either of these two blogs, you will notice how much better a grasp of web design and html those backward "moslems" have than the "freedom" loving american.

Must be off to have a shower now. I smell of glue.  ¶ 13:17 0 comments

  my kind of friends I'm just thinking about my friends. I'm wondering if I'm becoming a recluse. I often can't be bothered with the playing the game of social intercourse. I survived for a long time on being sparkling and witty, a bit camp and fabulous but in an intellectual, knowing way (obviously). I made loads of friends and had loads of "fun". But I started to question the "fun" part...Problems always come when you question stuff, eh? The "fun" actually seemed to be an endless round of shallow bitchy conversations, trying to impress/amuse people or gain some other kind of ego-gratification, binge drinking and dancing to shit music in shit clubs. Okay, some of all that actually was fun, but I got out of the loop a bit and realised the effort required to get back in wasn't really worth the reward. I was also coming out of a relationship with a guy who had alienated me from a lot of my better friends, so that made things doubly difficult. Now, though, I've got myself a new philosophy, not a massively workable one, but how I seem to have come to see things: I want friends who deliver the goods, with real substance and staying power. Friends who are kind, funny and intelligent. And dependable. And even attractive. That's right: I want to find Mr/Mrs Right in friend form. And I want several of them. I want the impossible.
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Trouble is - the real trouble, not this notional stuff in the previous paragraph - I left my university city and left my good friends from uni (though some went away themselves). Those were friendships built over years of shared interests and experiences. And they are very dear to me, but now they aren't here, available to me. It's been sad, but being sad isn't going to build me any new friendships is it? So what do I do: I now actively want to create friends, but by not being at Uni I don't have the resources. Do I network for friends? Go on friend dates? Follow friend leads through other friends? It seems weird and almost mercenary, and I've never heard of anyone doing it before. But its the kind of methodical way I found my boyfriend so it might just work for friends too.  ¶ 20:24 0 comments

  my kind of guilt Hello one and all (perhaps one is all of you?). I don't know if you realised this, but - blogs are tough. I have to juggle justifying writing this blog with justifying writing to my friends, which is a tough call. But after some time of not actually contacting my friends or writing my blog, I've decided that I may as well write my blog again. I don't quite know where I've got to with it though...The blog is still deciding whether it's diary or opinion driven, the two oviously not being mutually exclusive, but I'd like to know which one is dominant. I reckon I'm probably too lazy to slavishly update the blog as a diary, but I don't really feel my opinions are engaging/witty/insightful enough to post regularly. Oh fuck it, it's a bit of both and some other stuff besides (notice how I'm loathe to rely on the catch-all "reflections" or "observations" here - spew), and I'll have to write what I feel like writing or I'll end up not caring. And neither will you - if you did in the first place.  ¶ 20:05 0 comments