"Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic."

I've recently fallen in love with the idea of blogging - sharing yourself with the world, via the internet. It's fascinating. Snippets of somebody's life far away in another country, which give me a feeling of how...stuff is there. For this reason I'm going to make an impossible pledge to post something on my blog every single day, even if it is about three words long.

Today I got more exam results back. That's not very interesting. What is interesting is that I'm going to Belfast (the capital city of Northern Ireland) for a little shopping trip tomorrow. There is one particular shop that I must always visit when I go to Belfast: Hollister.

"But Matthew! Boring, thoughtless, prosaic people shop at Hollister! Why would you want to buy clothes from a shop as dull and uninteresting as Hollister?"

Reasons for my love of Hollister:

• IT SMELLS AMAZING. There is not a font large enough to describe that immersing scent. I am in love with it.
• The clothes are bright, nice, easy to wear and the hoodies in particular are fantastic for throwing on whenever you feel like it.
• I am completely and utterly in love with this 'SoCal' lifestyle. Yes, feel free to hate me. In fact, a little part of myself died when I typed that. I apologise. I've been told by my friends and schoolmates that nobody likes Hollister any more because everybody loved it for a month (we got the shop in November 2009, I think) and now it's just old and plain, but there's just something about it that is endlessly pleasing to me.
• The shop is heaven to me (apart from the crowds - not so pleasant). Good music, warmth, luscious smell, hot shop assistants. I even love the pretentious low lighting that so many people complain about. It's beach-y. And my favourite part is the TWIN SCREEN LIVE FEED OF MISSION BEACH. Coolest. Thing. Ever

So that's why I'm a clone.

I'm about to start reading 'The Grapes of Wrath' for my book club. My friend assures me that it is sublime. High hopes.