Seven of STD

i joined twitter.

it's like VOLUNTARILY becoming one of the borg.

No, no.  That's wrong.

What it's like, is this. It's like sleeping with someone you're only within twenty feet of because of some pretty serious beer-goggles, but you realize it at the time, and do it anyway. You KNOW it's sleazy and wrong, but you just can't help yourself.

The next three weeks

I am balls-deep in papers. 3 weeks left of classes. 4 exams left. 3 papers left. 2 presentations. 1 peer-workshop. And a partridge on a merry fecking pear tree.

  • Just finished one paper about fairytales being Teh Evil in regards to female gender roles and acculturation.
  •  Now I'm writing one about the business psychology of an ingenious online shoe retailer. Boring? Ha. The dude is 36 now and has sold two businesses (the first when he was 24 to Microsoft, the second at 34 to Amazon) for a total of 1.5 billion. With a B. ...Yeah. Fuck him. >.>
  • After that, there'll be one involving LOTR and..something. I'm still working that one out.
  • But after that paper! Yes! No! Still another paper! Something about films depicting Bobby Sands and the 1981 IRA hungerstrike. Probably. Possibly. Maybe. Hopefully. I'm having trouble getting my hands on a certain film I need to watch and analyze if I want to do the topic I have in mind, and for once, the internet gods are not providing.
Now, on to non-sequiter-y things.

I started this blog when I was half-bedridden and had nothing creative to do. Now I'm back in Uni and mentally exhausted once more. It's nice to stretch the old brain again. I'd forgotten how smart I used to be, once.
Anyway, I don't need an outlet anymore, and I just don't have time to write creatively even if I felt the need. I feel like the best three or four things I wrote on the site were all within the first six months. I've worked a few things out, had my own little therapy sessions via blog, , but ultimately, I'm just way too lazy to update this thing with the kind of *actual* writing I intended. I have a folder of several half-started short fiction pieces that will never be finished. If I don't write something start-to-finish in one go, the muse flips me the bird and drives off.

Sometimes I've wanted to review things here, mainly books, movies, and audiobooks, as they're the only products I consume on a regular basis. But I know who all three of my readers are, and none of you actually share my tastes in these matters, for the most part. So what's the point?

I've considered discussing current events, but the only news that incites me to write is the depressing, frustrating, ragebeast kind of news. And I would rather not fill this space with nothing but negativity. Not to mention it gets me all worked up (in a bad way, perv) to write about the stupidity of the world around me. And there's no shortage of people writing about it anyway.

I recently re-read the list of rules I'd typed up three years ago for a friend's online forum..  Yeah, they were rules, but they were brilliant. I was funny. Really funny, actually. Now? I don't know. I don't feel funny, I feel older. Less joie de vivre. "I could try to be funny.. but fuck it" kinda attitude. And I didn't have to try before...much.

This isn't a cry for help, I'm not complaining. I'm just re-evaluating the reasons why I started this in the first place. And I'm not sure there's enough justification to continue taking up this room in the cloud. But besides that... I'm a busy heffer these days, and this place just isn't a priority. So.. long story short.. I give you permission to stop checking here. I'm not sure I have anything to say.

They keep asking, "But why Ireland?"

Because I'm still a twelve-year old girl reading fantasy books long after I should be asleep, and I miss having this across the street from my* apartment. (The apartment's his, and he's mine, so that makes it my apartment, right? Right?)

And because duhhh, if I just wait long enough the unicorn will totally appear sooner or later. And dragons, because anywhere that looks like that definitely has dragons, too. And I was there. And it was magical. And I want back in, dammit. So stop asking why. It's because IRELAND IS WHERE THEY KEEP THE DRAGONS. Obviously.