Pseudo-introduction:
Ignore the incredibly pretentious blog title plz. I'm obviously incomparable to Rand's John Galt, but it's a pun (and I like puns). If you don't get it, stop reading this now. Not that anyone apart from me will read this, but it seems easier to write with an audience in mind.
Yeah, so, it's Saturday afternoon and I should be doing anything but this. Revising, maybe; it's the AS level exams in two weeks and I've done fuck all. Or possibly something sociable. Instead I'm just continuing to procrastinate on the internet.
If anyone actually reads this, I presume they'll know who I am, but for the uninitiated: I'm Caroline. Seventeen. Solipsist, determinist, anti-consequentialist, atheist, moral relativist, classical liberal, poseur and fan of New Wave indie. I like to watch the news, play card games, avoid productive study, drink a lot of coffee and gin (though not together), torrent 1960s french films, smoke, read, philosophise in an amateur fashion, post on internet forums and then congratulate myself on my supposed subversion of popular culture. Oh, and I work in a supermarket.
Well, this is shit. I apologise. I'll warn you now that it'll only get worse from this point.
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