Amy: ear-deep in novels, poetics, and historical documents.

...to talk of many things.

I've been through a massive paradigm shift in the last few months. It has been all change for just about everything in my life - and it has all been for the better.

I have realised, because of this shift, that I like this place less than I ever have. It is no longer a place for sharing ideas, but for back-patting (or back-stabbing); no longer a place to put together informative entries (as Wiki has not merely eclipsed hootoo, but done far better than I think hootoo has ever been capable of); no longer a place to be social and silly, but overblown and offensive in one sense or another. And to be honest, given that I have barely been here except because I'm used to being around *anyway*, I felt I might as well shrug off this last vestige of how I used to be.

It's been fun. But no longer.

Those of you who know me IRL know how to get ahold of me if you feel the need.

For now, I shall bid all of you a farewell. Nothing personal. I've just sort of gone beyond wanting - much less needing - to be here any longer.

Best,
Amy

(those who read my LJ already know this, but anyway).

My meeting with my primary supervisor went something like this:

Me: Eegads, I'm late, I'm sorry!

Him: S'okay. Relax.

Me: But... PhD... eegads!

Him: Relax.

Me: what do I do now?

Him: Relax. Read. Read everything you've been meaning to read for years. Worry about the panel stuff around late November into December. Your panel won't be until May or June anyway and there's no point worrying about it yet, especially this soon after finishing your MA.

Me: Yay?

Him: Definitely yay.

Apparently I'm going to do a PhD at UEA now.

Still around. Still lurking. Just very busy. Master's dissertation to be written and edited and all.

re-s

This is copy-pasted from my LJ @ http://wibble42.livejournal.com

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I shall slip by unnoticed... like an unnoticable slippy thing (Mirrormask).

Fat chance of that.

Coming back from town this evening (realized I was out of all food BUT milk and meat), I ended up making a laughing stock of myself on the bus.

I was perched sort of on one of the front seats, by the open area near the stairwell and the area for baby strollers/wheelchairs/giant suitcases. I knew I was precarious, but I was more worried about my groceries tipping over than I was about myself getting off balance. After all, I bought a bottle of Black Sheep for celebrating being done with essays (pre-emptive, yeah, whatever), and didn't want it splattered all over the bus floor.

Amazingly, we get through the roundabout on the south side of town quite quickly - there are no lights there and it's always super crowded. We're speeding along at a decent, legal tick, stopping and starting as we come to the double roundabouts by Unthank Road. We get up to the light by Chapelfield's multi-storey, and all the sudden, the bus stops - but I don't.

I sort of hop forward on one foot (don't know why), dragging half my groceries with me (the bags were in my hands to keep them from falling over), and smack into the banister of the stairwell to the upper level. I eventually came to a stop because of the nice lady in the wheelchair seat who grabbed hold of my coat to stop my forward motion.

Yeah. I'm awesome. You know y'all want to fall out of your seat on a bus.

The weird thing is that I don't think the bus stopped all that suddenly. I was just perched precariously enough and distracted enough that the stopping, even though it wasn't that sharp, took me completely by surprise and I went flyin'.

So. That is my awesomeness for the day.

Seeing as I can't do soemthing as simple as sit on a bus, I'm going to do something easy, like write another 4000 words on my madness/war essay. Yes. Yes I am.

You, in the back! I see your smirk!