This is never going to work- why did I ever think I could possibly blog? I mean, I don't really want to share personal thoughts with anybody out there. That's what friends (and diaries) are for. I don't want to write about what's happening in the world because too many people do that already. No I don't think that my comments will make a difference.

I also have little interest in current affairs...or reality or whatever. Seriously. I don't have a TV, I don't listen to the radio, I don't check for news on the internet. I read the Guardian once or twice a week, but that's just because I like..reading. And, well, I need to sustain the whole journalist-to-be image, right?

In fact, it's obvious that I could never be a good journalist. There is still some hope that I might be a bad one. Not that this is my dream or anything. Let's say it is the path i'm following right now. Or trying to follow. It's so hard to concentrate on anything with all these things going on in my head. Nothing important, just lots of questions. And confusion.

And..who cares what's on my mind anyway. I'm not even sure I care. There are too many I's in this text. Another self-centered self-pitying story. Lets end it here. I promise (to myself) I 'll never blog again unless i have something important to say.