Shaol agus ar = Life and Times, in Gaelic.
What better to name a snippet of a website dedicated to me relaying whatever thoughts I might have to the world to view at their leisure? Oh, ethnocentrism, how you've dominated American society and my generation.
Or maybe I just find the entire concept of a blog completely frivolous and superficial and have created this from sheer boredom and a want to be mocking in my own way. :)
I'm visiting my ex-slash-best friend in his apartment for the weekend. I have our French Bulldog snoring away on my thigh and my best friend sitting next to me laughing about memories and demotivational posters while watching The Big Bang Theory. There's nothing better than being able to escape from life for a weekend or so and spend time around somebody I can be myself around, all that sappy, cliche BS. Really, though, I just enjoy being able to spend time in this state of living in a different reality. I'm certain I could explain it better were it not 3:30am. Really, though, coming to visit him is very much like stepping out of my life and back into this place where time hangs lazily in mid-afternoon sun and being able to watch it drift by and sip casually on a nice Chardonnay. Then at times a sudden airship drops from the sky, bombarding this pleasant scene with cannons and artillery rounds and it becomes all out war for a few hours.
Then I look to my left and see our dog suckling with his underbite and tongue sticking out to next week. All is well. :)
Being here is really the only time I get to play video games, too, which is just fantastically unfortunate. I need money.
As it stands, I'm still just a teenager pursuing a career in the arts of some fashion. I feel partially obligated to already know what I'm doing and be a few years further down the road than I really am. Maybe I expect too much of myself but maybe I don't. Who knows? It's my first example of living life and I'm only going based off observations and advice of ... well, I'd say elders, but really just my parents and best friend.
Let's see. Where am I in life? I'm 19 and pursuing a career in culinary arts, specifically baking and pastry. I work as much as possible to pay the bills and enable myself to become an independent person. I was in a fire accident about a month ago and have been recovering since.
For those who don't know, fire fucking hurts. It's easily the worst pain I've ever felt, and my ICU roommate told me she'd rather give birth than go through her burn healing and skin grafts again. Mine was lighter fluid induced, and affected my arm and my entire upper torso. I'm certain some of it will scar, regardless of the doctor's thinking. I know scarring when I see it. Growing up in nature taught me a few things of that sort.
