HOLY WTF

Lucy monster is a *terrifying* individual.

She just convinced me to apply for a full-time Masters by research at Sydney, in Medieval Studies, studying Old French.

Because I am mad, I am considering attempting to put in the application, due on the 30th of October. Beause I'm a recent Sydney grad, I need ne referrees. My scholarship chances are shaky, because of not having published anything (god DAMN the Society For Medieval Feminist Studies for not publishing my prize-winning essay). BUT I CAN TRY. And if it falls through, I can attempt to get something from my hons thesis published.

I will need to do an *incredibly* speedy read of Erec et Enide and the Chevalier a la charette. In English, for now. Oh, and tell Andrea my intentions.

NO NO NO NO. Can't do that. Can't do that to potential supervisors. Especially not Andrea.

I AM GOING MAD

So, uh, I just emailed my Old French professor asking if she'd have me, if I could write a thesis on female homosociality in Chretien de Troyes, and what my chances are of getting in for first semester next year.

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Bounty prize for anyone who can answer correctly:

Why are pirates pirates?

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So Amy monster has been chilling out at my place this afternoon, putting up with my ridiculous trains of thought and despicable smoking habit, and she foolishly left herself signed in on my computer. I could take this opportunity to air all her darkest and most embarrassing secrets for her here, but they pretty much get enough internet airing already so there's really no point. She also left me her book on 19th Century lesbianism, purely by accident, and I'm relishing it. I always thought there was something a little insincere about the Victorian Prudery facade, but lesbians? Bring it on. Furthest I've ever delved into Victorian lesbianism is Carmilla.

As you've no doubt already heard, I am sending Amy back to Sydney uni next year. She's going to be burying herself in Old French, and I'll be there to spank some sense into her (in full dominatrix get-up, bien sur) if she misbehaves. So don't panic, everybody.

And this is me signing off, because the dishes, sadly, will not wash themselves. Domesticity kinda spoils my enigmatic persona, doesn't it? I'll have you all know I look damn fine in bright pink rubber gloves.