Beep. Beep.

You gasp and draw in a breath of air. My smiling face fills the entirety of your vision.
"Hello!"
"Hello..." you're puzzled, you have a faint throbbing headache over your left eyebrow, and my chipper voice has only made you more irritable.
"It's okay!" I babble, "I revived you, my dear, cuddly blog!" I smother you in a big hug.
You manage to whisper "help me," to the bemused nurse in the doorway. Then you pass out.

See, this is why second person generally doesn't work. Unless I'm mistaken, you're not passed out, and you certainly haven't been in a coma. But I hope you enjoyed the bubbly me, because I don't think it's going to happen again.

I said I wouldn't name names in this blog, but I guess the person who I'm refering to will usually know that I'm talking about him/her. I won't be long, because I really should be working on that story whose owner's fake name I can't remember. But yeah, that story.

So why did I decide to blog after a month and a half?
I had a conversation with a friend who I haven't talked to in a very long while that cheered me up very much, and so I felt like writing.

So yeah. I won't chronicle my winter holidays here on this blog.
1. because after obsessively recounting every detail on paper of certain events for a few years, I've noticed that it is very tedious and it leaves very little room for creative impulse. Plus I try to write everything that happened in chronological order along with any side thoughts I had on the event, which then connects to another thought/memory, and another, and another, and then my journal entry is a hopeless mass of pages. Eventually I'll get the hang of chronicling, I hope. I've always wanted to document life. Except maybe not quite as a dusty irritable old person who lives in stacks of his [yes, his is gramatically correct.] own writing. I'd keep a cat or two. And occasionally play Apples to Apples or Mao with a friend.

See, I was talking about reviving my blog, and I was supposed to list the reasons why I wouldn't document the occurences of winter break. And then now I'm suddenly talking about cats and Mao.

Anyways, I'll probably refer to the winter holidays later anyways. And this blog here isn't for documenting [that's what my journal is for...and all the loose leafy papers that I may or may not have organized and stacked under my desk.] It's for ranting. It's for impulse. It's for blogging. :D

I think I'll end here. Eventually I'll try to do a blog entry without backspacing ever. I'll strikeout everything I want to get rid of, so it'll be like...well, you know what I mean, right?

10:04, signing out.
Oh, and happy New Decade.