I don’t keep a diary any more, but if I did, this week’s entries would’ve read something like this…
Up until 2am watching Making a Murderer. Totally obsessed. Terry reckons we’ll finish it tomorrow, but I’ve got work do in the morning, then we’re out in the afternoon/evening, so no way is that going to happen.
Up until 4am watching Making a Murderer. OMG.
Told Terry I’d be upstairs working on my ebook about blogging. Was actually upstairs Googling theories on Making a Murderer. Much more interesting.
Note to self: must work on ebook tomorrow.
Did not work on ebook. Did run for 20 mins on treadmill, though, so at least that’s something, even although I totally felt like I was dying by the end of it. Tomorrow will work on ebook AND run on treadmill, and will finally feel like proper grown-up and fully-functioning member of society.
Will also try to finish all of the Christmas chocolate, so at least that’s out of the way of temptation.
Did not run or work on ebook.
Did get giant scarf in the mail from H&M. Had only ordered regular-sized scarf, so slightly confused, especially given that I could literally have wrapped my entire body in it, like some weird kind of woolly cocoon. People on Twitter strangely invested in convincing me to keep the gigantic scarf: even more confused now. How do they know what it looks like? Can people on Twitter SEE me?
Realise should have taken photo of gigantic scarf, just to prove how ridiculous/hilarious it was, as people still trying to convince me to keep hideous item of clothing. Always think of these things too late. Possibly spending too much time thinking about giant scarf. Should get out more. Don’t want to, though.
Painted nails in new favourite colour – O.P.I. Big Apple Red. Discovered this after Googling the phrase, “What’s that red colour Khloe Kardashian always wears?” Not even sorry.
(It took me about 10 minutes to get this photo of my own stupid hand. Time well spent, I feel.)
First sunny day in about 3 million years. Spend all of it sitting inside, waiting for deliveries, which obviously arrived once the sun had gone down. Got a couple of small things from Shopbop, which arrived in a huge box, with tons of packaging. Having learned the lesson of the giant scarf, I took a photo of it for the internets:
Inside was a shirt, a pair of jeans that don’t fit (Do ANY jeans fit, though, I wonder?), and this little travel vanity*, which I will now need to travel with, obviously, or what’s the point of having it?
Aaand that was my week. Or rather, it WASN’T. Because I’d like to think no-one’s week could be summed up by the words, “Netflix” and “Wow, that was a really big scarf!”, wouldn’t you? My ACTUAL week, though – the stuff that happened in between the Netflix marathons and the online shopping – was filled with all of that stuff you can’t talk about on the internet. There’s a lot of stuff like that, actually: it’s not necessarily stuff that’s so dramatic that it needs to remain a deep, dark secret, or anything like that, it’s just normally stuff that involves other people (Most of whom DON’T write about their lives on the internet…), or which is just a little too personal for a blog post.
As for the other stuff that happens, meanwhile: well, IT tends to be the kind of stuff that’s just not really worth talking about. The giant scarves, the new nail polish, and the huge amount of brown paper that was squashed into that box. If you’re lucky, you’ll hit some kind of happy medium, and have a week filled with the kind of things that are both interesting to read about AND appropriate to write about, and you’ll feel like you just won the lottery. Most of the time you don’t, though, and that’s why blogs can never REALLY be like diaries. Lately I keep coming across posts from people saying they wish blogs could be more like diaries again, and that people would just write about their day-to-day lives, like they did on Livejournal and Diaryland, but they can’t. Or, rather, they CAN – but only if they’re either very brave, or totally anonymous.
If you’re just a regular person, though, chances are you won’t want people to read your ACTUAL diary: the one that contains both the juicy gossip AND the mundanities of everyday life. So you edit those bits out, and whatever you’re left with is your blog, which you have to hope someone will want to read anyway.
How was YOUR week?