Hiya!
So, first, I'm OK. Two posts ago was maybe scary, and it's still weird and uncertain and surreally racist, homophobic, and misogynist here in my neck o' the woods, but I personally am doing-OK. Not great, not well, not poorly, but fine, middling. I'm getting shit done so I can vacate the premises.
Master's in May: that's my mantra. I am actually ahead of schedule with regard to my thesis, which is awesome, but I can't get complacent. I procrastinate, so I have to (over)compensate for that. This time of year is always hard for me too, seasonal blues and meds, so I'm being extra-vigilant. May, May, May, and then I'm out of this city, out of this state, and out West where I might just be able to breathe a little more easily. Who knows? Maybe I'll actually fucking make a pass at someone I'm attracted to instead of fucking swallowing it down because I am honest to God scared of being ruined. Yours truly is queer af, which is problematic out here.
Started writing a novel. My thesis is a short-story sequence, which I intend to send out in the fall both as a whole and separately for publication because, you know, people in the Department tell me it's awesome (*blushes*). The novel is inspired by, I shit you not, my Smallville fic Can't Find My Way Home, (which I hope to further revise this summer, post-master's). I say, Why the fuck not? I'm enjoying writing it, and at this point, post-grad, that's noteworthy unto itself. I always say grad school is doing the thing you love the most to the point you hate doing it and then looking over and realizing the person next to you is doing it better.
I turn 31 Wednesday, and I'm frankly astonished I've made it this far. Take that, mental illness and past trauma! Four suicide attempts, and I'm still fucking here! Huzzah!
In other news, I miss you. Yes, I am here in the US, and it's a disaster, and I'm currently ostriching, but please don't be a stranger. My lj friends are my real-life friends. Others might differentiate, but I don't. You guys were there for me when no one else was, and I don't forget kindness. If you're in the US and you need help, you message me, and I will do my utmost to return the favor. I am 31 Wednesday, and lj played a significant role in that, dare I say, achievement. I owe you guys, and I'm awkward and plain, but I pride myself on being a good friend and having a great sense of humor. If that counts?
So, in short: Hi!
And as always:
Hot damn!!!!!!!
Master's in May: that's my mantra. I am actually ahead of schedule with regard to my thesis, which is awesome, but I can't get complacent. I procrastinate, so I have to (over)compensate for that. This time of year is always hard for me too, seasonal blues and meds, so I'm being extra-vigilant. May, May, May, and then I'm out of this city, out of this state, and out West where I might just be able to breathe a little more easily. Who knows? Maybe I'll actually fucking make a pass at someone I'm attracted to instead of fucking swallowing it down because I am honest to God scared of being ruined. Yours truly is queer af, which is problematic out here.
Started writing a novel. My thesis is a short-story sequence, which I intend to send out in the fall both as a whole and separately for publication because, you know, people in the Department tell me it's awesome (*blushes*). The novel is inspired by, I shit you not, my Smallville fic Can't Find My Way Home, (which I hope to further revise this summer, post-master's). I say, Why the fuck not? I'm enjoying writing it, and at this point, post-grad, that's noteworthy unto itself. I always say grad school is doing the thing you love the most to the point you hate doing it and then looking over and realizing the person next to you is doing it better.
I turn 31 Wednesday, and I'm frankly astonished I've made it this far. Take that, mental illness and past trauma! Four suicide attempts, and I'm still fucking here! Huzzah!
In other news, I miss you. Yes, I am here in the US, and it's a disaster, and I'm currently ostriching, but please don't be a stranger. My lj friends are my real-life friends. Others might differentiate, but I don't. You guys were there for me when no one else was, and I don't forget kindness. If you're in the US and you need help, you message me, and I will do my utmost to return the favor. I am 31 Wednesday, and lj played a significant role in that, dare I say, achievement. I owe you guys, and I'm awkward and plain, but I pride myself on being a good friend and having a great sense of humor. If that counts?
So, in short: Hi!
And as always:
Hot damn!!!!!!!