holler

I am migrating here from my livejournal just like everyone else, because I love starting things even more than I hate maintaining them and, to be honest, I felt chained to a style of expression that I didn't really want to keep up with. Essentially I want to take blogging (read: myself) more seriously, and I also want to meet the challenge of writing about my life without the safety net of making entries private; I'm not very good at being discreet or widely appealing, you see, and I want to improve, and I won't improve if I continue to hide in my friendslist. Also, coming back to my second year of university after a year out a couple of months ago brought the harsh reality of essays back into my life, and frankly the more practice I can get at extended prose the better (turns out after months of only writing a song's worth at a time it's challenging getting back on the wagon). That said, I handed in my second important essay of the term today and I think it was a lot better than my first; unfortunately it was also a lot later than my first and both were due in on the same day so the marks will likely be depressingly similar. But! It's progress, I hope. The other Most Important Thing In My Life Right Now is Sainthood, Tegan and Sara's new album, which I am entirely addicted to. It's been a long time since I've felt this way about a recent release; it's nice to have it back, because sometimes I worry that I don't put in the effort that being passionate about music requires and am in fact a fraud because I rarely discover new things and generally limit myself to exploring the back-catalogues of artists I should have gotten into years ago. Quite why I see music fanship as a competition and not a hobby is neither here nor there at the moment. I don't even know who I'm competing with; I don't really care about the extents to which other people integrate themselves with music unless they like something I like, or might like. Anyway, I meant for that last paragraph to end with the news that I started learning Hell on the guitar earlier (hence my username, for the 0% non-queer and/or -queersensitive members of my online audience) and playing it is simultaneously fun and calming, which is probably the best combination of effects possible. I'm so annoyed that I didn't obtain my loan in time to get a ticket to see them in Manchester. In fact, I haven't even received my basic loan now, and it's November. Now I will go and learn the rest of Hell to soothe myself. See you bassoon.