I'm rubbish at blogs

So far at I have been beyond rubbish at this. I managed to write two blogs before even leaving the UK, and one in the first stop at Delhi, and since then, well, zero. I haven't even written in my diary thing. Though, I've decided that this is not going to be somewhere where I write things, more where I lovingly pritt-stick in all my tickets/leaflets and maps so that they don't end up in another shoe-box, under my bed in my to-do section. I can write this down proudly as if I've been doing this all along but the reality is I first did it this morning. So now my book is beautifully leafleted up and I can make out like it is because I've been super organised and on top of all these things. It does look very pretty though. Following from updating my diary thing, it becomes the turn of my bloggy thing. But, I have a minor problem. I already can't remember stuff. It turns out that my supposedly young, fresh out of university brain can't even remember the events of the last two weeks clearly enough to write them down in some kind of comprehendible, linear order. Oh dear. This situation is further exacerbated by the fact that my brain is put under enormous strain with the pressure of Internet Cafes. An organised person would pre-write and plan a documentary of events that would unfold to allow a dash of wit and charm to stream through the words. No such luck. I rock up to the internet cafe and, plagued by the ticking clock and disappearing rupees, use my time invaluably by updating my facebook status and looking at a friend of a friend's photos from their latest visit to see their sister-in-law (depressingly, although not recently, looking at a friend of a friend's photos from what I think was a sister-in-law's birthday party has happened to me). Therefore, owing to this lack of time and lack of funds, and apparently appaling memory, it looks like this bloggy thing will be few and far between event with just a smidgen of details about what I'm actually up to. I'm hoping that a brief glossary now will somehow ignite my currently dorment brain to remember everything in eight months time. I grant you, something that is not hugely likely.