To blog, or not to blog.

I honestly despise blogging. I have had various blogs in the past - some of which (to my horror) still exist - but they have all eventually either been left unkept or stuck in a perpetual hormonal whinge. In an attemptearlier today to start a blog on wordpress, I was kindly informed by the handy dandy learn-how-to-use-wordpress-because-it's-ridiculously-confusing guide that the best blogs have purpose. It then, however, proceeded to tell me to brainstorm blog ideas on a napkin, but unfortunately for wordpress I didn't have a napkin lying around, and therefore gave up on the whole thing. My mum then tells me 'Write about what you like!'. I like a lot of things. I like books. I like watching people inconspicuously on public transport. I like the smell of permanent markers. Helpful, mum. I'm sure the world is desperate to hear about how I sometimes inhale toxic fumes because it smells sort of okay.

You know what else, digressing a tad here, but I feel the need to to say this. Blogging just seems to me a really self-indulgent thing to do. And not self-indulgent in the way I scoffed down that smiley faced cupcake earlier today but more along the lines of 'Hey guys. Look at my life and things that I do and say because I'm really important and kind of pretentious in that I really like the sound of my own voice/the way letters come up on the screen when I press buttons. Because I'm superb at pressing buttons.'

But, here is my dilemma. I am actually required to keep multiple blogs for my uni course, and being a bit of a anti-blogging vigilante, this naturally made me want to vomit. Anyway, I figured I should start keeping a normal, non-important, non-uni-related, and non-read by anyone but me blog before embarking on writing ones that other people will read and proceed to poke their eyes out over.

Within the confines of this wild, un-purposed blog, expect to have your mind blown. Not really. I'll probably just write about books that I read, movies that I watch, music that I like, food that I eat and some stuff that I do. All very mundane and probably very poorly written.