I like making lists because I’m a bit of a scatterbrain and I can never keep track of my life. Anyway, the month of October will see me quite free again, so this time around, I’m not going to mess about with all my time by bumming around the house and parking my ass in front of the computer all…

You know, it’s totally interesting how different people leading different lives end up thinking along the same lines. Because sometimes I look at your posts and think, “Man, we’re the same age, but look at the things she has going on. Look! I mean, what do I do? I go to uni, and… Christ, not much else really, if you think about it.” And what follows is a brief and hilariously self-pitying analysis wherein I say “oh god what am I doing with myself oh god oh god” a whole lot.

(Avoid this self-pitying bit, kids. God knows I try to, but that’s just how my neurosis-addled brain works sometimes.)

And yet here you are! Writing about the same exact feelings, no less. I even do the list thing. I do the list thing constantly.

It’s reassuring, though, to know that other people feel this way. It means that we’re hungry, and not easily satisfied with things, and thus are always looking forward. Which is a rather nice quality to have, I like to think.