I shall return the comments. I shall! But hold up, I just need want to catch you up on everything first. Not that there’s much to catch up on. I was on holiday doing nothing as per usual.

First of all, being away from a reliable source of Internet for any amount of time is something I consider a stint that I’m ill prepared to suffer through. It’s not that I’m obsessed with the Internet (first stage: denial), it’s just that if I don’t check emails, participate in social networking and attend to Windymill regularly everything starts piling up thick and fast (second stage: excuses). When I’m online regularly, my online life is slow going and easy to contend with. Very rarely do I get interesting/urgent/useful emails that I must respond to. Very rarely does my Facebook notifications count go beyond one or two. And I’m continuously driving down the constant stream of Youtube subscription videos and RSS feeds of blogs on a daily basis so it never piles up.

But…when I’m gone, just for ten days, it all starts to blow up. It might have something to do with my putting up a new layout just casually prior to jetting off that I get a decent pile of comments to return, but the statement still stands. Nothing happens when I’m here and an unprecedented amounts of things happen whilst I’m gone. Why?

Also I was very bad leaving the new layout to fend for itself in its first days as layout. I mean: I put it up, organize my WordPress blog categories well enough, mess up all of my website’s pages and then decide that this is the perfect interval for a holiday. That really is responsible of me.

Do I have any news? Yes, I’m fucked for my exams next week. I have left myself exactly five meager days to learn everything I’ve learnt in the past term at school. It just goes to show that Jenny Aster does indeed take her AS-Levels very seriously. Vacations screw me up. They just screw me right up like a scrapped piece of paper in an angry palm. I can’t concentrate anywhere except in the island paradise known as my own room which I claimed to my sister loudly on the plane earlier today (or yesterday? my brain is fuzzy…) that it was its own separate country and that you need a valid passport and visa to enter it. I don’t think she bought it somehow.

Anyway, I’d like to wish you all a very happy new year and (although I’m not religious) I hope it is blessed and every bit the fresh start you hope it to be. For some reason I feel the conclusion of this blog should be accompanied by the Vulcan salute and Spock saying, “Live long and prosper.”

So yeah, do that.