Høtt?

When reading old msn logs, I chanced upon myself mentioning this blog. And I thought, "Why, shan't I check it out?" And by golly I did.

And boy have I changed. There is perhaps a single sentence in the first post which I could have dreamed about writing in my current state of mind. The rest varies from "Utter crap" to "passable - when not wearing glasses" (I do usually wear quite strong glasses, mind you). I think that f I had known my sixteen-year-old self now, I would have a strong urge to kick my (younger) self in the nuts. Then again, the feeling would probably me mutual.

Then, why am I sitting here, writing in a "blog" I can't even relate to? The answer is excactly the same as it was two years ago - boredom. Being home for Christmas, I have next to no oppurtunities for entertainment, and this is my last, desperate effort to survive.

So, to survive I must write. All my friends are scattered all over the country, and, it seems, not bored in the slightest. At least none of them are logged on msn, which should be the natural reaction for any boredom. And I have yet to degrade myself by creating a facebook-account, so that leaves me with nill and nada communication with those.

So, what to write about. The first thing that comes to mind is my personal life, but that is not much to write about. I've found that anything having to do with romance generates nothing but confusion. I usually am quite a flirt towards girls in general, so how can I show someone that she's special to me? On the other hand, she's quite a flirt towards boys in general, so how do I even know that there's something going on? I'm more confused than a squirrel in a haystack. Or whatever.

Hey, wait! I wrote something serious? How the squishidoodoo did that happen? Is this me writing?