Because you can't have just one blog... or two... or three...

Well, after a brief hiatus, due to the fact that all of my peers dropped off the face of the internet (or simply relocated to facebook.com), leaving me unquestionably alone, I have returned to the world of blogging. I knew it couldn't last... it seems that my life is not complete unless I have an outlet for my daily ramblings and deep, dark secrets. I tried a diary, but it's just not any fun at all if I can't subject the world at large to my musings.

Those of you who were familiar with comeslowly_eden (and the site before, whose name and earlier posts are far too idiotic to recall in this new space) already know how this works. I write- far too often- and if you bother to read every once in a while, you may come across a post that is amusing, scandalous, or intriguing. More often than not, you will find no more than a laundry list of complaints and disjointed sentences, but if you're lucky, you may come across clever satire of classic novels, essays on anything from the concept of love in today's society to theories about Paris Hilton's otherworldly attributes, or other interesting tidbits. If you are rather unlucky, you will get a nice batch of awful poetry. I can't be held responsible for what you find.

But let us not forget the REAL reason that I am starting over, once again, here and now: I should be writing a ten page paper. And doing laundry. And getting started on studying for finals. A familiar situation indeed. Now that I am in college, you would think that I would be more responsible. Au contraire, my dears, I have simply found more inventive ways to procrastinate.

I suppose that is all for now. Yevgeny Onegin, star of my unfinished paper, calls to me. As do my dirty underwear.

Well, not really. That would be weird.