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*sigh* I am very tired. I shan't go into the details, just that it involves exams and blame. I ache terribly to do some exercise, I haven't been able to go out for three days since I've been talking short breaks rather then long ones (ones where I have time to play a couple of games of Halo, or a couple of rounds of Dance Dance Mario). So yes, tired and feeling bloated. I would like to go swimming, and almighty_bean is free on Sunday, but then im_the_end isn't. Amazingly because I love you all (and I haven't been able to quench my thirst for summer fun) I am entertaining the thought of going both days. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to go on either days because revail is free on Saturday (I think), hell, I'm going to invite him now.

So, how has my day been? Rushed, and blurry. I rushed to my exam and then had a fairly blurry time. I have a feeling I did well because I knew I was writing more then I should have (and in the end stayed longer then most) and still had extra time to read it over a bit. I didn't read over as much as I should have, but I really didn't care enough. Hrm, I wonder if I'll be able to grab my essay after 5:00pm. I know they lock up but surely they'd leave the essays where you can pick them up... maybe? Anyway, then I rushed to work and I feel really grotty and blurry (I didn't have time to wash this morning since I woke up 1 1/2 hours after the time I meant to be up.

I'm sort of entertaining the idea of getting a blog. Now, you may say, but arinellen, you already have a blog. You're blogging right now. But, I would tell you, this is a journal. I think a blog is there to entertain, a page full of interesting ideas and things I'd want people to read. I'd link from interesting journals and be the hippest cat around. But I worry. Blogs are such (to use a coined phrase) an over saturated media. Every Tom, Dick and his dog have a blog and they're all really boring and that's why I'm here writing in my journal instead of reading them (actually, I'm lying, I bet there are heaps I don't know about and ones I find interesting but don't have time to read). I must admit to you that I wish I could use flash. This way I would be able to make jokes that aren't just something everybody else has said. I mean sure I have this cool idea about T-Rex making a joke about Noam Chompsky, a fun loving dinosaur that doesn't know how to use science, but it's not anything that hasn't been done before unless it's in the wonderful media of flash. Everybody does blogs, and I don't want to be another everybody.
Oh wait, you cry as you realize what I have said. Are you deliberately not trying to conform?! How dare you! you shout as I try to explain myself. Listen friend, I say underneath your bellows, this blog would be to entertain. Entertainment would be the reason this blog would be different.
I want to entertain, a part of me craves it. Yes, perhaps in some aspects that is a attention seeking thing. It's why I like to act and why I like watching people while they view my work. So yes, I would be deliberately trying to not conform if only to add colour to this world and to entertain in a higher quality. I would be the HD DVD of the blog-o world, prettier but with the same content and you don't really notice if you're not watching for it.
Eh, but I am unlikely at any stage to learn to use flash. So for now my dreams of creating a blog called either "I ate Pacman" or "Striking Flamingos" (with a picture of a dude knocking out a pink bird) are crushed, or at least hidden in a giant quilt of imagination.