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I can't say my inspiration to write this blog was divine, or otherworldly, or anything else remotely interesting. No, I just decided to do it for kicks, with a couple of reasons in mind. For one, I know I'm joining the ranks of millions, but it looks kind of fun. For another, most of those people can't write for shit or are clearly a bit loopy. I can do better -- and I will!

One of the people whose blog makes me question the world's sanity is Kat Dennings. That would be the person behind the massive lips kissing Michael Cera's in Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, which I loved. Her blog is nonsensical and kind of funny, and I'm actually starting to like her despite myself. I suspect it might have something to do with the fact that one of her old posts mentioned A Confederacy of Dunces, a novel that I adore. My copy is on loan to a friend right now, and there's a waiting list when I get it back.

I have to admit, I've also been inspired to enter the blogosphere by the alluring ideal of procrastination, that malicious spirit capable of luring unwary students from the righteous path of proper studying into the dark and dangerous world of shoddy essay outlines. Yes, it's true, I have two exams to write, on the 16th and 17th, together worth about 20% of my total GPA. And yet, here I sit, typing casual thoughts into my computer, listening to the soothing sounds of The New Pornographers, and painting my nails lime green.

Recently, I've become quite skilled in the finding of procrastination tools. My most recent discovery is a new favourite : the Missed Connections section on Craigslist! Some of them are just so cute! I'm not expecting to find myself in there (well, maybe, haha) but I really enjoy that fact that some of the notes are so heartfelt. Here's a personal fave, which is really not totally in the spirit of missed connections, but still touched me (mainly because I love Calvin and Hobbes and XKCD and crib):

"no one gets my calvin and hobbes references anymore. no one will watch crappy sci fi b-movies then make slow sweet love to me and stay up rediculously late smoking and watching star trek. i miss losing at poker. and winning at crib and b.b.

there are no more xkcd comics in my inbox when i open it. no more kisses to reasure me that im a good guitarist. no more hair to brush out. no more dead mice and rock hard rubbers to find under your desk! no more winter walks holding hands in your pocket."

As this is most certainly not productive, I will leave you with this final thought: when one of your friends is passed out with her boots on in someone's bed, and the other is shirtless, straddling the boy that you kissed not five minutes earlier, it may be time to leave the party.

With love, Jill