To elaborate, I am still alive and well. Thought that if I were going to return to this, which is dubious, then I should at least put in an appearance of more than one line. Sadly, the only thing I have to gripe about (obviously the only point of anybody's online anything is to bitch) is Leona off X Factor. Why God gives talent to annoying people is a mystery to me.
Life this term - I still think completely in academic years - has been surprisingly full of work considering it counts just as much as last year, and all I did then was sit around getting drunk. I have, however, found time to see Karl Kennedy, go to some balls, make my first ever visit to Disneyland and rediscover my love of parsnips. By next month, I will only be 12 weeks of lectures and 2 exams away from being given a degree. I will have finished my dissertation on Elizabeth (not Emily) Bishop which at the moment is barely even started, but as with all my shoddily finished pieces of work, will probably turn out just fine. I will probably not have a plan for post-graduation, although I'm working on it. If any of you are influential in the publishing world and just chose not to tell me, now would be the time to reveal yourselves.
That, I believe, is that. Until next time I have something to moan about.
I thank
you for the praise of my mental montages. While I'm not sure it's justified, it's appreciated. I'll work you into one of them as some kind of cake weilding ninja, with eclair numchucks. Tasty.