Hello again

I'm not very good at this whole blogging thing, am I? I never seem to update and then when I do it's like, here, have far too much in one go.

Since I last wrote some things have happened, some good, some bad. I've got a place at two universities and I've got an interview at a third next month. I'm pretty sure which will be my firm but I'm still trying to decide on an insurance (obviously this will be easier when my other three have said whether they're making me an offer or rejecting me). It's exciting, though, and I really can't wait for October now. I really love one of the places that has made me an offer and now I'm terrified of missing it, but hopefully I won't. I should probably start revising for my January exams. Eek.

I've been working a lot (well, by a lot, I mean every Sunday and three days in a row this weekend, but it felt pretty intense at the time) and I'm a bit sad about my job ending in a couple of weeks, but I guess I'll get over it. It'll be nice to have two days off a week, but I'll miss it. I'll also miss my amazing new discount card which I actually haven't used yet (I only got in on Saturday) but I will be using this weekend or tomorrow.

Christmas was pretty lovely, I got a lot of books and some DVDs and some other things. I've already read two of the books, one An Abundance of Katherines by John Green and the other the novelisation of the movie Enchanted (which I haven't seen yet). I'm excited about an anthology of poetic forms that I got and a book of John Donne, amongst others, and it's just all very exciting. I do love books. I'm currently watching a DVD of Aanastasia (much to the dismay of my mother, as it's gone 1am and so this probably seems like quite an indecent hour to be watching a cartoon) and I'm probably going to watch Clueless tomorrow. I love Clueless, it's such a perfect film.

I haven't been writing much recently, which is annoying; I've had a lot of stress over the past month or so, what with two university interviews, a few essay crises and then the wait for a letter from a university, but now that it's the holidays and I don't have work until Saturday and Sunday and then I have another almost-week after that (I go back next Friday, and yes, that's a mystery to me as well) it's a bit strange. I'm definitely going to take advantage of my free time and try and write something as well as do some reading and some revision.

I went to a poetry reading a week ago today (well actually a week ago yesterday, Wednesday the 19th, because it's gone midnight) at the poetry cafe, one of the New Blood series. It was very excellent, Richard O'Brien was doing a slot and then a couple of other people did them too and I managed to snag an open mic slot. I got asked to do my own slot at a New Blood in the future which is exciting, and I'll post about it here when a date is chosen/it gets nearer, although I suspect anyone that reads this blog already knows me and will probably hear me going on about it a lot anyway.

I should probably stop writing now as I don't think I have anything else to say. But here's a poem that I love, by Frank O'Hara:

Poem (Lana Turner has collapsed!)

Lana Turner has collapsed!
I was trotting along and suddenly
it started raining and snowing
and you said it was hailing
but hailing hits you on the head
hard so it was really snowing and
raining and I was in such a hurry
to meet you but the traffic
was acting exactly like the sky
and suddenly I see a headline
LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!
there is no snow in Hollywood
there is no rain in California
I have been to lots of parties
and acted perfectly disgraceful
but I never actually collapsed
oh Lana Turner we love you get up