"I've got the magic in me..."

Having just returned from seeing "Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part One" for the second time, I began thinking about those people who are so delluded and almost psychotic about things like this. I have a seemingly neverending love for Harry Potter but I was thinking were does the fine line between crazy fan turns into just plain crazy. 
I work in a cinema. I have seen many of these "psycho fans" in my time, mostly Twihards who come to the cinema emblazoned in Edward Cullen some even sporting Vampire contacts. I am not talking about just tweens either, middle aged women were at this craic too. I may be biased as my tolerence for Twilight is noticeably lower than Harry Potter but people were coming dressed in Griffindor robes with lightning scars and wands at the ready. I was asking myself at the time (obviously not vocally) are these people for real or am I in a surreal universe?!
I'm not completely cynical, I had the odd fleeting thought of being a wizard and going to Hogwarts but I did not come home from the film pick up a twig from the garden, don a bin bag and run round the neighbourhood shouting "cruccio" at every passing dog. These people really baffle me. I know they exist, I have seen pictures of conventions when they all dress up like the characters and "play" magic spells. This is completely acceptable when you are eleven and buzzed after seeing an amazing film, not twenty looking for someone to talk to that isn't your mum. I note that this isn't the first place I would look for friends at either, I would sooner speed date in a nursing home.
I may be developing a phobia for these people but God help the celebrities in these films. Imagine being Daniel Radcliffe attending a big movie premiere, you are signing some autographs and some woman reaches over the barrier practically sexually assaults you cheek and then screams "I LOVE YOU HARRY" in your face. I can tell you one thing, I would not be sleeping alone or maybe not even sleeping at all. There have often been cases reported that people have encroached on celebrities property and watched them. I know, personally, that really disturbed me. I cannot fathom whatsoever been stalked, having someone who you do not remotely know following you at all times. I mean there are more sensible people in psychiatric wards.
I realise that these people use this fantasy as some sort of escapism as Harry is a classic example of an anti-hero but I think it is time to perform an expelliarmus spell on yourself and take up stamp collecting or something. Let's leave the magic to the professionals.

Trust me, trust me I'm a...?!

Lately, I have been spending most of my days and nights musing over what to spend the rest of  my life doing. A decision of  huge magnitude I am sure you will agree. Since I was the grand old age of 13, I had my heart set on being the staff writer in a teen magazine after finishing my journalism degree at Dublin City University. I was so definite up until now people have taken it as a given, "oh Áine no need to worry about UCAS you know what you are doing with your life." But do I really?
I have been piling up my DCU prospectuses (or is it prospecti?) for years but now Galway is beginning to sound more and more appealing. I think it may be because it is just like Letterkenny in another place and unlike Dublin, I don't expect to be mugged all the time. Naive country outlook, I know. I had my heart set on doing English and Irish in Galway until last night. Jesus, my mind is as changeable as Jedward's popularity. 
I have been, quite coincidentally, watching a lot of films and reading a lot of books about writers. The writers in these stories seem to have been so unflinchingly motivated and knew immediately that their calling was journalism. I would love some Jesus style signal to show me my vocation. This has gotten so bad I have been reduced to disregarding my atheism for some answers. Might as well ask Santa. These tales of journalistic triumph spurred me on for about ten minutes then I got depressed and watched Jeremy Kyle. Somehow Jeremy always makes my life seem better or at least with less hooped earrings and adultery.
The career teachers have been absolutely no help. There is a surprise. They are basically employed to show you how to get onto Qualifax and that's a days work. Either that or babysit the class while we chat and pretend to be intently studing the prospectus for University of Back Ass of Nowhere. I mean some can't even say CAO, that has to be against some career teacher regulations. Most recently, they tried to take the whole of Leaving Cert to our local IT to say thanks for using their computers one time. These people are allowed to influence the future of this country. Dear Yahweh.
The recession has been affecting my choice too, I know you are thinking "eww the recession how cliché" but it really is. The industry of media was severely cut throat before insufficient funds were thrown into the mix. My main concern is that I will work for 3 years and end up with my Bachelor of Arts to keep me company in the dole queue. I had tried to counteract this issue by doing a degree with Irish and English, most people are very ardnosach when it comes to Irish but let's face it the cúpla focal translates to big bucks. I'm not sure about that either since my Irish is shocking. Seems like I have quite the effing dilemma on my hands.
This blog has been my attempt at making some sort of effort towards becoming a writer. Well there is always Mickey D's....