Tonight (cos that's when anything of interest actually began) the Aberdeen University Creative Writing Society had a practice reading. On sunday we have an hour long slot to read our work as part of the Word Festival, an annual event that celebrates creative writing in all it's forms and which is meant to be one of the best events of it's kind. Anyway: the practice, fun...
An hour is a very short time in which to fit the selected works of fourteen people. A very short time indeed. Trying to order our readings and trim down the submissions so that this could actually work was hard. We ended up having to put three people on a reserve list in the hope that the staff writers, who are on after us, don't use their whole hour. Incidentally, if I haven't mentioned it already I'm reading Brass Petals and Holy War, originally posted on these very web-based pages (kinda makes you wonder if I really have written anything else, huh?).
On a seperate and more joyous note, the CWS hoodies came tonight. They are black with a zipper and have a little badge containing the university crest and our name. Very simple, but ever so cool, and the first hoodie I've ever got with an official UoA crest on it, so it' soemthing to remember the things I valued most about my time at Uni.
Of course it being a hoodie with a zipper, and a black one at that, kinda makes it look a bit Emo. Combined with my recent choice of listenings (French 'angsty' rock band, Kyo, and Queen of 'soulful angst', P!nk) and my long hair and goatee-ish appearance, plus the fact that I'm currently writing an angsty sixteen year old with similarly long (but more anime-esque) hair and and penchant for dark colours (not forgetting the fact that his grandfather was a dark god...) in NFC - A, I'm beginning to worry that I'm turning into some sort of early 20's Emo-type myself.
This shouldn't surprise me. I've always been a little on the "woe is me", wallowing-in-depression side of things and after I discovered just how much I loved horror and dark fantasy I concluded there simply must be a parallel universe out there where I am a goth.
But Emo?
Honestly?
I hope not...
1 comment:
So, how does it feel being emo? :D
Just kidding, anyway, congrats to your new hoodie! I'm sure you'll be able to relate lots of memories to that one during the years to come.
I have yet to collect clothing from my Uni though. The closest I've gotten was when I returned a pair of sunglasses someone left in the auditorium.
Oh, and have you noticed anything being different in cyber space today?
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