Despite hopping on board with this blogging shebang, I’ve realised a brutally ironic truth: the internet vexes my mind. Between trying to post, start new websites and remember stupid passwords every time QUT changes them (notably: “igotaigotapocketfullofsunshine,”) I’ve managed to work out that the 21st Century is not for me, and more importantly, I’m actually an old man in the body of a (ridiculously good looking) teenager. Here’s why:
- Drinking flat whites, a coffee which by its very definition is boring.
- Not being able to use technology.
- Wearing old man clothes (baggy jumpers, beanies, boat shoes.)
- Watching “Grand Designs.”
- Drinking scotch.
- Organising my weekly plans around trivia/bingo nights at Archive Bar.
- Complaining about my various aching joints.
- Shaking my head at the antics of “kids these days,” including an adoptive brother who is less than a year younger than me.
So there it is: conclusive proof that I am a geriatric in disguise. But, also, it’s an opportunity for me to plug my other blog, which is where I’ll talk about non-uni stuff: e.g, seeing Florence and the Machine the other night. And touching her hand. Literally the second coming of Christ.