Irish Literature and Posh

Hello, and good evening from Moi!

I have to admit to the laziness that has upholded me, choking and sheilding me, keeping me from writing any more than an essay per week. But, at this time, I declare freedom from this foolishness! I hereby allow myself to write freely and phantomously to whomever I wish, for as long as I wish! And, may I also tell myself that I am a pretty fucking fabulous writer!

Sorry, if that last one sounded conceited, or arrogant. Its just, lately, I have been telling myself otherwise, and that, in itself, has been bringing me down and discontinuing my era and love for writing. Sooo, what has been new on my agenda, you may ask?

Okay! So, the past couple of months have been hectic, so again I apologize deeply for my absence. I know this blog isn't popular or helpful to any of you (most likely), but it sure is a hell of a lot of help for me. And, while these past few months I've needed writing so badly (more than I've needed it in my whole life), I ceased for a while.

First off, I would like to reintroduce myself to you. I am a new person, or, as I should say: same person, new perspective. My name is Kaylee, and I love writing, and I'm good at it, therefore, I shall keep writing on this blog for as long as I need, and for as long as I want to. I am a person with lots of thoughts and tons of work to do, and loads of adventures to share. I can be a kibitzer at times, mostly, because I love to help others-even if it is by force-and I love sharing everything not personal about myself. So, here we are again. I shall share my daily-or yearly, for this case-speil on Irish Literature and Posh.

The first topic for today-Irish Literature:
Upon continuing my education at an arts, charter school nearly thirty minutes far from my home, I have taken up several classes, those of which include(d) Book Club, Core Screenwriting, Shakespeare Adaptations, Core Poetry [Semester 1], and Core Creative Non-fiction, Core Short Story, Irish Literature, and finally, Fairy/Folktales[Semester 2]. With all of these classes on hand, besides the normal academics, I have fallen in love, quite frankly, with Irish Literature! (Sure, it may be because of my love for the book Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, but still..) I have seriously, rootingly obtained a great admiration for the old, Irish/Celtic stories and culture. And this being said, I can truly, honestly, tell you how admittingly, beautifully, glitteringly, fucking boring it is (sorry about the swearing).
    Although I absolutely adore the Irish/Celtic culture and its greatness, and its beautiful writing, I have found myself near to a deep slumber amidst reading them. Yes, they are beautiful, and yes, they are quite interesting (and I can't help, but soak it all in), but the dang pieces are so dense I find myself melting into every story, losing sense of reality and literature, pulling together pieces of my own life and pieces of the writing into my brain; this mixes it all into a large jumble of creeping, gooey, ugly Irish/Kaylee's deepest, darkest nightmares (you know, because everyone else drops straight into their nightmares when daydreaming, and has just the perfect amount of anxiety as Kaylee does). Really, its a huge mess, but onto other things!!!

Topic Two-Posh:     
Are you that awkward one whose sitting there at the computer, staring at the word Posh, and thinking to yourself, "What the heck does she mean by Posh!" Well, to save those of you who do not understand the reference from any sense of regret or dumbfoundedness, here is the dictionary definition of Posh:

Posh
-adjective

1. Sumptuously furnished or appointed; luxurious: a posh apartment

(Dictionary.com)

Well, now that you know the dictionary definition, may I continue on to my rant about Posh? Okay.

So, welcome to the world of bagged tea, and porcelain tea pots, and wondrous lace everything, and this and that, and this and that! Behold, my good fellows! I have appointed myself now to be 'posh' because of the amount of mugging coffee and tea that I've consumed so idly and addictively (see, how I replaced mugging for f***ing? Yeah...I tried). Tea and Coffee have literally been my escape. I wake up every morning, and before I do anything whatsoever, I make myself up a mug of coffee (black with just a splash of half & half, just how I like it), and with me to school I bring a lovely tumbler of fresh-from-japan green tea with roasted brown rice! Whilst immersed in strenuous cogitation for school, I will treat myself to a sweet, delicious brew of spice-tea. Yum! So, therefore, I have shortly decided to go by Posh.


Alright, that's enough nonsense for one day! I hope you somewhat enjoyed my rantings and weirdness. The comment of the day is-

I have been short of words recently. Comment or share your favorite word, or a new word you have recently discovered, in the comment section below.

Have a wonderful evening, all! I love you.

Sincerely,

Me