My First Post-- Entering the Blog-o-Sphere

I haven't really thought about writing in a blog for some time. I, like many, went through the LiveJournal phase in middle school. Looking back on it now, it's way too "woe is me, I hate my life" to continue with that crap. Therefore, a new blog is being created.

I guess standard protocol here is to introduce myself. Although I assume must of the people who end up reading this will already know me. I'm originally from Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania. The Coal Region. The people are extremely working-class. So much so, that Starbucks does not exist in the area. Most likely because 99% of the residents would call it pretentious and boycott it. I'm attending university at The Catholic University of America, in Washington, D.C. I love the school. I haven't had a class or professor I've disliked. Despite what my Irish friends may have to say about liberal arts, there isn't one class I've taken that I haven't been able to somehow relate to my major, which is Media Studies. I suppose my major is the reason why I'm giving this blogging carry-on a try. It's also the reason why I signed up for Twitter a few weeks ago. I'm just trying to stay current with new media.

A fair amount of my time off of school is spent in Northern Ireland with my boyfriend. We were introduced by a mutual friend, Ricky, about four years ago. Slowly, Northern Ireland is becoming kind of a second home to me. I guess the overall goal is to move once I finish at Catholic. I'm really unsure how I feel about that plan. It varies depending on the day, really. I try to tell myself the last thing I want to do is become the stereotypical, career-obsessed D.C'er, but sometimes that sounds really appealing to me. Being in charge of every aspect of my own life. Then again, there are also days when all I want to do is finish school so I can move. But, unfortunately, the more time I spend at school and with my family, the more I feel like I need to stay in the states. After all I've been through with my family and friends, it upsets me a lot to think that I'll be leaving as soon as I finish with school.

Anyway, as I write this I am currently at my boyfriend Slick's house in Comber, Northern Ireland. He doesn't know why that's his nickname, but it always has been. Ricky introduced me to him as Slick. I knew him as Slick long before we became a couple. It was hard for me to all of a sudden call him "Richard" after we started dating, and I'm not one for pet names. Therefore, he remains Slick to me. Yes, it does drive me crazy. My parents used to always joke that some day my sister would come home with a biker boyfriend named Spike. Instead, I came home with Slick. It's the same thing to me, really. I blame Ricky for not telling me his proper name from the get-go.

I guess that's really all I have to say for now. I just landed in Ireland about three days ago. I think. I've lost all concept of time with the current case of jet-lag I'm fighting. I'm going to try to accompany these posts with photos. I've also decided not to try to write if I have nothing worthwhile to say. That's the mistake I made with my LiveJournal, and it was soon invaded with surveys and memes and other wastes of internet space.

Anyway, tonight's picture. Slick and I drove into Bangor tonight to buy me a new mobile SIM. Turns out, Orange Mobile have raised their international fee to 1 pound per minute, so I have promptly switched to Vodafone. We stopped at a chippy called Cleo's, and then went down to the water to eat. It was surprisingly nice, despite the seagulls hovering over us and the spides parked behind us in their obnoxious Corsas. On our way out of the seating area, we heard the phrase "Catholic bastards" mumbled. I'm going to be the naive American here and say, "they didn't mean us. Obviously".