In Which I Get Confused Between Reality and Fiction

I'm reading this great book at the moment, it's called The Importance of Being Kennedy and is a sort of fictional account of real events in the lives of the Kennedy family.

I've read it before and I really like it, but books like this tend to confuse my brain (not actually me obviously, its a lot stupider than I am)  in the same way that books about the Beatles do.  I get so caught up in the story that it's very hard to take a step back and appreciate that it's not just a plotted work of fiction, but what actually happenend to real people.  You know, in their actual real lives.  There's just something about not-so-distant history which I find hard to contextualise.  Perhaps I am cognitally limited after all.

So anyway, the last time I read this book I went a bit Kennedy mad and bought loads of other books including The Kennedys: An American Drama, The Kennedy Women, Sons and Brothers: The Days and Jack and Bobby Kennedy  and  Brothers: The Hidden History of the Kennedy Years and read them all in a lovely big Kennedy binge. 

I suppose all of this is a roundabout way of revealing that I have a bit of a Kennedy obsession, consider it a type of therapy if you will.  Clearly this is not the same sort of crush that I was talking about yesterday (*whispers* Charlie Brooker)  but more of a slightly unhealthy historical interest which involves pouring over grainy black and white pictures trying to make myself believe that they're really real.

And in case you were wondering (and I simply can't imagine what more pressing questions could possibly exist in your life), my top 5 favourite Kennedys are as follows:

1. 
   
   Bobby
2. 
   
   Kick
3. 
   
   Teddy
4. 
   
   Jack
5. 
   
   Rosie.

 Actually thinking about it, I wonder if this post was really a good way to try and convince everyone I'm not mad.  You know, after yesterday and everything when I knew I was on thin ice.  Today I can hear the cracks starting to spread.

In Which I Make a Very Embarassing Confession

Did you miss me? 

Anyone?

No?

I didn't think so, but I know it's been a while so there was always an outside chance someone might have noticed my absence. Nonetheless, I'm back.  As of yesterday my essays are completed, my exams are over and there's 11 months until my dissertation is due in so I think I'm allowed a couple of months (at least) off from academic pursuits which means that I can recommence my actual life, assuming I can remember who I am and what I do. 

I don't have much to share scrapping wise as I believe I've made a total of one layout in that last 3 months which is not exactly going to redefine the word prolific, particularly as I don't even have a picture to share.  However, I'm hoping to rip into some of the ScrapaGoGo boxes which are piling up in my dining room very soon in order to get my mojo back in time for the GoGo Getaway in October.

In the meantime, I feel the need to get something of my chest. I'm in the throws of an all out, full blown, hugely debilitating celebrity crush which has been extremely distracting while I've been revising and even worse when trying to focus my mind in the exams themselves. 

I am 30 years old.

I need to get a grip.

I've always been somewhat prone to these little obsessions which depart in time, often as quickly as they arrive, but while I'm right in the centre of it, it's like I am 14 years old again and crying into my Mark Owen pillowcase in the manner of the silly girl I am.  

Again, I need to get a grip.  Really.

REALLY.

Aaaaaaaaaanyway.  Here's a couple of pictures to try and draw focus from how pathetic and juvenile I am.

Did it work? 

Oh. 

I'll just have to try again tomorrow.