Okay, so I know my updates have been fairly sparse of late, and the stuff I have put has been terrible, so my deepest apologies. But hopefully this'll turn around by the end of the month or so. This semester has been pretty hard on me because, genuinely I'm no longer used to the standard of work and effort that's expected of me after pretty much a year off. Last semester I was on Erasmus in Poland, and even though I loved it and learnt so much, I didn't find my college work exactly challenging, and the semester before that I hung around UL all day doing nothing, only actually attending one of my classes most weeks, because I didn't get work placement. After that one couldn't be blamed for being lazy. The thing is, I can't afford to be lazy anymore. I'm doing five classes this semester, the politics of the EU; Global Political Economy; history of twentieth century Europe; geography of development; and teaching English as a Foreign Language an as well I've to do work on my undergrad thesis. I know this mightn't seem like a lot, and really it isn't, but I'm broke because this all takes up too much of my time and I don't have a job and any free time I do have is spent learning to drive.
Most of my side projects have, as usually happens anyway, drawn to a halt, with Angrim currently stagnating with Purple Hair Girl looking for Dickie, and my photography collection isn't exactly flourishing at the moment.
I'll be finished my exams by the second week of May (two weeks after the second deadline I set for Angrim) and hopefully I'll have more time on my hands to get a job, and money from such a venture. The only thing to worry about then is having something to write about.
I haven't really reached any interesting conclusions about anything or made some quirky observation in some time now. In fact the most artistically impressing thought I've had in a long time is as follows:
Had a dream I was a duck,
I thought 'Oh Fuck!'
Webbed are my feet
Tender is my meat
Now to go nest in the muck!
Flamboyant duck knows where you live!
Yes, that's right, I was thinking about duck related poetry. The explanation for this one is overly long, and it is as follows:
Was sitting at the table one evening staring at my teeth in the mirror (had a root canal that day *surprisingly pain free*) when one of the Young Sirs asked what the point of learning poetry was. I told him, if he learned poems off, in years to come when he's wooing a young lady he could recite poetry to her and she would become his. It probably wasn't the best reason to give a ten year old but he seemed pleased with and returned to trying to learn it for school the next day (only stopping to point out that is was about going to work and not love). Some time later when I was recounting this to himself, we got onto the subject of poetry, as we have both written some decent bit during our lives. He asked me to think of a poem, and I'm guessing he choose the subject by the first thing he saw, the leftover Chinese takeaway on the coffee table. So that explains the poem and the subject matter. But why is it written as though it was a dream? (often the crappiest way of structuring any piece of written anything, with obvious exceptions) Well Himself has a darling habit of getting into giddy moods and stealing my phone when I'm not looking. At which point he writes and sends text messages to people. Its a harmless gesture, as long as its sent to the right kind of people, otherwise it could lead to my institutionalisation. Here as some examples:
'I had a dream I was an alien eating a turnip'
'Had a dream I was a dog eating an alien, do you think that's odd?'
'Had a dream I was an alien eating a polo mint, but it didn't have a hole in it so it wasn't really a polo, anyway just wanted to tell someone'
All these messages were sent to friends of mine well after midnight, meaning the next day I had no choice to text them again, explain and apologise. The only thing is now, most people know the deal with it, and yes of course I have gotten him back for it.
But really after this, I have not really much to say, anything interesting I've come across has been about international law and Russia, speaking of which much get back to work...
...But first here's a picture so it doesn't seem like too many words
Of course I couldn't let you go without some alien dream food picture, the only thing is my idea of photoshop isn't quite as advanced as most peoples, unfortunately!
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