I always assumed that someone who wrote a blog was just a person with too much time on their hands, and too much opinion on their person. Since I’ve become one of these individuals, now that I have “finished” college, have a useless degree and am increasingly angry at the world, it is time.
Marginally qualified in the field of astrophysics, I am testament to the demise of the educational system in Ireland. If I do ever overcome the bane of my life, electromagnetism, I shall sellotape my degree to the wall, and cover it with a poster of A1. It’ll be crazy symbolic.
Hoping to enter the field of “that dress is nice” journalism, I can only assume my background in calculus will help. It was my dream to be the founder of math-based fashion theory, intertwining the genius of Newton and Westwood, to create the ultimate elitist language. But then I remembered that it was boring.
I would aim for my musings to be insightful and intelligent, constructive and thought-provoking, but realistically they won't.