i'm a blogging addict

okay, so, in the spirit of procrastination, after i got home from tristan and isolde (more on that maybe later), instead of finishing my stunning-ly interesting speal on communication technology, i was reading the blogs that were posted on the class web site. the common consensus seems to be that blogging is a terribly self-aggrandizing hobby. the perplexing part...i did not even think of that! how impossibly self-absorbed does one have to be to a) write a blog, b) assume other people will read it, and c) other people will find some amusement in it. i would write more on this, but i keep staring at my own face in my mirror. so smooth and freckly...

here goes: my defense.

i spent a year abroad. belgium. the land of beer. as pictured below. this was an especially fancy brand. and by fancy i mean about two euros fifty cents. the hilarity: its called Kwak because of the glass it is served in. if you were to down this beer quickly, the air lodged in the bottom would "kwak" (air escaping) and explode the beer directly onto your face. you would only attempt this once yourself. but you would try to get every new friend you had to attempt it as often as the opprotunity presented itself.


back to the point of all of this. both sending and recieving mass group emails got my last nerve. very impersonal. i felt like i had no choice but to recieve them (a girl in edinburgh used to write ones that were 4mgs). i always felt like a blog was more pro-choice. people can read if they are interested, or not read, if they are not. that worked. i could read about the people i was interested in. and i could oh so blissfully ignore the girl who bombarded my inbox with mpeg's of her and boys i didn't know smiling drunkenly.

so i suppose that is the view of blogging that i keep with me. i consider it largely a way for my out-of-town friends to keep tabs on me--how i am keeping busy, who's pissing me off, and what makes me happy (that would be a whole new blog). now, i am just hoping it ain't too annoying.