I'm going to rant now, for which I appologise in advance. So, about a month ago, my flatmate informed me that I'm such a negative person, that he can't live with me. He is always going on about how you have to view life in a pleasant light. And then you wake up. He views life with the optimism of a 5-year-old, or an American, whichever you like. I just did an interesting thing. He infromed me that he's writing a blog and he writes there about me and other stuff. He didn't say where it is specifically, or how I can find it, so I didn't ask. But of course, I was curious. Especially because he was boasting about how many people read it and how interesting he was. He also didn't write it for himself, but his readers. Which are his colleagues actually and his friends. Ugh, I wouldn't want my friends or colleagues to read my blog. Why not? It would be too weird. Not that if you are indeed reading this, then you can't become my friend. So what I did w...