Are You There Internet? It’s Me, Mickum.

 

It’s been quite a while. It’s been quite a semester. A summary? Argh, you are so demanding…go on then…Remember those essays?

Essay 1: ‘Er, yes. Sorry, did you want me to elaborate? Yes, but it’s not always a good thing.’ Essay 2: ‘Sex is kinda deathy, apart from when it’s not, and maybe it’s actually weirder when it’s not…SEX.’ Essay 3: ‘I like fairies and want Shakespeare to be my dad, lalalalala.’

A Very Mickum Christmas, December 24th. 2012.

Those essays? I ended up doing spectacularly on them, if I say so myself – spectacularly enough to have coasted through most of the second semester in their glow, right up to the present, where I am, once again, staring down three essays, on which I am, once again, nowhere. Essay 1: Demons are everywhere, or do we just think they are, or are they because we think they are? Essay 2: History happens, sometimes people write plays about it but make bits up to make it exciting and funny. Essay 3: Puck is sexy, let me write about my sexy, sexy Puck. I’ll mention porn, promise. 

So much for that. There have also been some difficult decisions (my quest to become Dr Mickum will have to wait a while); another loss about which I am utterly unqualified to write; many, many theatre visits; a few afternoons of painting bits of tree purple (yes, really); a couple of birthdays; a couple of utterly unmanageable but incredibly fun birthday projects (creating a graph on which every line of Cymbeline is represented by 2x15mm of canvas inked by gel pen according to speaker was particularly insane); a frightening week in which Mickum ran out of money for food; a few fairly stunning revelations (good and bad); a remarkably messy affair, and a train journey home filled with raucous football fans and one irritated internationally renowned academic. I considered telling him about train crotching, but then remembered that eugenics is not the natural successor to irritation for everyone, and I wouldn’t want to begin my academic career under the heavy disapproval of someone who had witnessed me forcibly sterilize half the supporters of Wankerham FC. 

That’s the last couple of months and, for the time being, that’s all you’re getting of them. They’re mostly way more exciting when condensed into single clauses. With essays pressing and the Family Mickum reunited, I imagine the present will more than make up for my past absence.