No one should trust me with a blog... NO ONE.

Last Published: November 29th.  WHAT IS MY LIFE?

Honestly, though, I can't believe I let things go this long.  Almost 3 months since my last post!  And it's not that I forgot about my blog -- really, I thought about updating pretty frequently.  It just was that I had nothing to say.

Really?  Me, nothing to say?

Let me clarify: I've been reading (I'll talk about that in a later post) but most of my reading has been centered on class (20th century brit lit, what a joy!) and over the winter break, I spent most of my time applying for jobs.  And not just teaching jobs, oh no.  I quit my job at the wine store right before Christmas (long story that has no place here) and then ended up with a job that just didn't work out with the timing of things.  AKA there was no need for my to be an employee, and I needed a part time job with real hours and hourly pay.  I did hear back about a tutoring job today, though, so fingers crossed on that!

Really, though, I didn't update because I'd put myself into a downward spiral of 'funk.'  And not the good, James Brown funk, but the I hate myself and my life kind of funk.  I knew it was a silly way to be; after all, I'm lucky to have at least the subbing jobs and to have a cheap place to live, even if it is with my parents.  It's just hard to find the positive in my current situation, and I didn't really feel like I had anything worthwhile to say.  That's a bad place to be, especially for someone like me, who really enjoys the sound of her own voice. 

The one thing that has helped?  Remembering why I did it.  I knew I didn't want to stay in Maryland forever, and the timing of leaving was because of a variety of events.  I just couldn't stay there anymore.  I wanted to get my masters in English, I wanted to be closer to family and to my home.  So I've pulled myself back up and set realistic goals.  Updating this blog every day is not a realistic goal, and reading all of those books in a year with my schedule was not a realistic goal.  Instead, I'm going to add to the list and just keep on reading.  And maybe, just maybe, I'll one day finish them all.

For now, though, I have to finish the end of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.  And speaking of Joyce, maybe I should add Ulysses to my reading list.

Or not.