Why, yes, I set up another blog

I've realised this box here isn't as inspiring as it's supposed to be - this might well be the seventh or so blog I've ever set up. It's meaningless to add that most of these blogs ended up being neglected after the seventh or so post, because they always went into the bizarre shade of depressive philosophy I've recently decided I don't like.

It's not like I can help myself, though, it's just how I am.

I'll just begin by presuming nobody'll be reading this, until I at least invite someone to follow anything I write on it. And again, being informed about my fleeting interest, I might just neglect to inform anyone of the fact that I've set one of these up again.

I mean, I need something to quench my own boredom, but I think most of the time my ramblings just feed most people's boredom. So.

Gosh, right now I should be writing, but somehow my head has gotten the idea that I'm not going to write anything "seriously" before I get that Goddamned laptop I've been craving for deity-knows-how-long (which, by the way, I won't be purchasing any time soon, since firstly some of my friends who live on the other side of the world will be coming over and resulting the frantic attempt to show them around, we will be doing such an amount of shopping that being broke at that point would just be physically painful), and therefore my attempts are left with procrastinating and being bored since I have nothing to procrastinate with.

It's silly how I procrastinate even the things I would like to do. *Glances toward the movie a friend lent me, and the cover of Sims 3 I bought a week ago (and my sister still owes me fifty bucks for it).*

But I so can't be bothered. Such a plague of our current society, this boredom. We're always in such a hurry to do everything, and yet we spend most of our days glued onto the screen of a computer, doing nothing.

Or then it's just me. 's not like I can talk for the whole of a society - or even my generation. Gratz for anyone who actually has a life.