Dear LJ,

Lately, we have been acting like old friends who have grown apart. Sometimes we will still say a few words to each other, but they are short and mean little to both parties, much like asking how someone is, and only getting a curt 'good' in reply.

I cannot say that this is because my real life is such a raging party that I have not time for the internet, because that would fool no one. Everybody within the imaginary five metre radius of my heart knows that I am a loser and no such excitement occurs in my life.

In the meantime of my absence, the following things have occurred:
- Pavement is my new favourite band-I-never-loved-when-I-was-four-years-old
- pretended to go to uni for a week and felt all high and mighty and infinitely superior to the Degree in a Day kids
- enjoy my non-study
- worrying about having to write an essay about Che Guevara in two weeks time when all I know about him is that he had asthma, his face is on everyone's t-shirts and that he was played by this hot guy in the Motorcycle Diaries
- violent spending of my parents money

So, old friend we have now renewed our acquaintance. I hope to see you more often.