the thirty day meme, day twenty nine

Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television programme
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy

Plans, in no particular order: Work. Write. Drink. Move out. Learn to play my fucking, fucking bass. Finish my BA. Tell dumb jokes. Figure out what to do about grad school, living situations, life in general. Get my name legally changed.* Make cornbread (I have been meaning to do this for ages). Possibly try to become a vegetarian again. Go to concerts. Finish Oliver Twist. Get more tattoos. Buy a houseplant. Watch Dr. Who.

Hopes, in no particular order: That my last year of university will be fun and okay and not a fiasco and, um, actually my last year (if I have to take a sixth year I may choke myself). That I will not fuck myself over academically again. That I will somehow be able to decide where I want to go after graduation.** That I will be able to travel at some point, preferably to places I haven't been before. That I won't start feeling silly about having blue hair and alternative facial piercings. That I'll work up the nerve to tell future coworkers and bosses that I don't want to go by my given name. That I will do great things without compromising, a la Echobelly.

Dreams, in no particular order: Last night I dreamed an entire novel, but some horrible noise startled me awake around three o'clock and I promptly forgot absolutely everything about it except for an old man sitting in a broken armchair covered in dust, smoking a cheap cigar and laughing.

* Elliott Gerald Gish.*** Which will make me a Gee, an El, an Ish, and an EGG.

** My choices at the moment are: stay in St. John's for a(n extra) year (pros: more time with friends and Older Sister; cons: more time in Newfoundland), go to Halifax for a year (pros: get to live in city of my heart; cons: would likely have to live there with parents), hop a plane overseas to England and live with one of my aunts for a year (pros: starting over somewhere where no one knows me; cons: starting over somewhere where no one knows me).

*** I am not going to keep my surname because I don't like my father's side of the family. I could take my mother's maiden name, but "Elliott Gerald Mawdsley" sounds kind of dorky. I wish I could say that I have some deep, symbolic reason for picking it, but honestly, I just like the way it sounds. It is a German name, which is relevant for me because the only non-Irish bits of me come from a German ancestor on my mother's side. It is also a Smashing Pumpkins album, the last name of one of the leads from SLC Punk!, and a type of D&D character, but that is entirely coincidental.