i don’t know what to write today so i am doing this stream-of-consciousness blog post about nothing.

it’s twenty to twelve and i am sitting in my room. i like my hostel room. it’s messy but not in a dirty way - i mean there’s no laundry on the floor and breadcrumbs on the bed, it’s just messy in a lived-in sense. post-it notes everywhere, piles of books. i am literally incapable of inhabiting a space and not filling it with books, i currently have more books than underwear in my room which is either awesome or pathetic, depending on how you look at it.

i like my messy cluttered room, anyway. clinically clean places make me claustrophobic. (ooh, that was accidental alliteration right there.)

ANYway, i am drinking a cup of english breakfast tea, which when i was small i always thought meant an actual english breakfast, like someone drinking a mug of bacon and eggs. english breakfast is a stupid name for tea. so is earl grey, but that is probably because i don’t know the origins of the names and so i’m being unnecessarily judgemental. as a lit student, i really should know better.

(i just googled it. earl grey tea is actually named after an earl called grey. the second earl of grey, to be exact. i wonder if they asked him if he was okay with having a tea named after him? personally, i would hate it if someone said, oh i’m off to have a cup of tara.)

speaking of names, when i was small i absolutely hated being called tara. that is, by the way, only half of my name - but i’m paranoid about privacy so you will never learn the other half (she said mysteriously). anyway, i hated that my name had this other name in it - being called tara made me feel like half a person. but now that i’m in college and everyone calls me tara, it’s starting to feel like a kind of friendly alter ego. tara speaks up relatively confidently in class, makes people laugh and writes amazing essays. people says her name’s exotic and lovely. i kind of like having her around.

tara also reminds me of the artemis fowl books, so i feel like something that’s important to badass Fairy people. which is also kind of cool.

re-reading this post, i seem to have jumped from my room to the second earl of grey to my name to artemis fowl.

it must be fun being my mind.