A Perfectly Cromulent Girl

Hey guys! I know I haven’t been around much lately – to be honest, I’ve kind of reached the point where just turning on the computer seems like a huge effort I can’t be bothered with. Which would make sense if I was depressed – but I’m not! Far from it actually; I’ve been doing great lately – therapy has actually helped me a lot for once, and I’m looking forward to rejoining the ranks of the employed in the near future.

I’m not going back to teaching – I’ve finally made peace with the fact that it’s just not the career for me, and that there’s far worse things in life than not using the degree I spent three years getting. I’m ready to count it as ‘life experience’ rather than ‘a waste of time’ and just let it go. Seriously, my outlook on life right now is so freaking healthy it’s slightly scary. Where’d the bitter, cynical, woe-is-me Erin go? Beats me, but I don’t miss her.

Anyhoo – I’ve been meaning to link to my Oz Magi story on my journal, so here it is: Addiction, which I wrote for lisacali (and I’m glad it did turn out to be her – maybe I’m just being mean, but I really didn’t want to write a fic for someone I don’t even know; and there were so many people I’ve never heard of who made Magi requests this time around). Anyway, I was actually quite pleased with how my fic turned out this year. It wasn’t until afterwards that I realised it bears a more-than-passing resemblance to a scene from Dargie’s ‘Rough Trade’ AU, but… meh *shrugs shoulders*. I’m still happy with it.

( 80s Meme and Google Meme )

( First, the interview meme, with questions from blackchaps )

Update on me:
I’ll try to do this in the least whiny, least attention-whorish way possible, because sometimes I feel like that’s all I do here.

Anyway, my mental health took a turn for the worst, which means I am now unemployed and on benefits because I’ve been declared unfit for work (I believe the exact wording was “too unpredictable and unstable, with the bouts of unprovoked aggression, and entirely irrational reactions and behaviour”). I’ve been put on a new anti-depressant (long and arduous process), and I’ve been set up with a new psychologist after being out of therapy for three years, as well as a psychiatrist to evaluate my Asperger’s, and its relation to my depression, because the situation is probably worse than I was originally diagnosed with. I’ll probably have to be put in cognitive behavioural therapy, and I might have to be medicated in regards to the Asperger’s.

The sucky thing about all this is that I have zero money, so I have to do every thing through the public health system, and rely on my GP to get things moving, so I can get treated for free. It’s still going to take weeks to even get appointments with these people though. So meanwhile, I’m kind of just languishing and waiting around. *sigh*. Mental illness fucking sucks.


Meanwhile, on the outside of my head:

St Patrick’s Day celebration preparations are in full swing at our house – the entirety of my very large and very insane family has been invited to our Annual (except the years when mother can’t be bothered) Paddy’s Day Piss-Up. Basically an excuse to get drunk and eat Irish fare. Mum is cooking soda bread, potato soup and potato scones; we’re all stocked up on stout and pan pipe music; and she’s already threatened everybody with disownment if they don’t wear green.

The really insane thing is that we’re not even Irish.

A meme! I got tagged by fanfromfla, so here we go:

The instructions: List your ten favorite songs at the moment, in order of preference. Then use your favorite line from one of those ten songs as your subject line. In your list, place an asterisk next to the song the line came from.

“You And Your Hand” – Pink

“Chasing Cars” – Snow Patrol

“Keep Your Heart Broken” – The Rasmus

“Jolene” – The White Stripes

“Come Down” – Bush

“Ten Days” – Missy Higgins

“The Reason” – Hoobastank

“Poison” – Alice Cooper*

“At Last” – Etta James

“Baby, It’s Cold Outside” – Tom Jones and Cerys from Catatonia


*blinks at list*. Um, wow – I have a really eclectic taste in music.