Application for a deus ex machina

Am suddenly struck by nerves, as if I have to hurry up and get myself sorted out RIGHT NOW, which isn't really the case, logically. The sad thing is, I think it's probably traceable to nearly having finished the final season of Gilmore Girls. I feel like if Rory is going off into the future, so should I. Actually, as yet Rory doesn't have a plan, but there's only about half an hour left and I think Christiane Amanpour is going to act as a deus ex machina and get her a job.

So I started looking at Trinity College Dublin, because apparently they have lots of Ph.D funding (I'm not actually thinking about a Ph.D at the moment, it's more of a what-if), and huh, it looks exciting. All - well, an unusual percentage of - their researchers are obsessed with horror and new gothic! I've picked out one who might be a suitable supervisor! It would have to be a research course because none of their taught courses suit me, but that might be a good thing anyway.

It is in Dublin, which is nowhere I've ever really thought about living, and which would put me even further away from people I know. I was there with Ellen on the great interrail trip, though, and I liked it, especially their beautiful Harry Potter library (possibly not its real name). It might be worth a try. Being a plane trip away or a four-hour train ride away like I would be in Durham, das ist mir egal, as Karsten would say.

I'm going to have to buy my referees so many chocolates to make up for adding another school at this point.

I'm sorry this has turned into the Further Education Weblog, but writing all this down seems to help. Also there is not much else going on. Oh, I ran for half an hour this morning, but am still no closer to beating my record of 46 minutes in hilly terrain. Maybe if I got a bigger water bottle.