Tranny says WHAT?!

I love dancing even though I'm horrendous at it.

La-la-la London

London was wonderful. Crowded and fashionable.

I got a beautiful lace dress and . . I shudder that it may be tacky, a faux fur coat which I adore.

Au Revoir

Off to the Big Smoke, London for me tonight. I shall return Tuesday full of bloggable adventures.

Watch this space.

today

there was a hair stuck to the wall of my shower. I swear to God it was shaped like a ghost.

sky is broken

Stupid sky. I had planned on catching up on my Project Runway today but now it looks like that's not going o happen. So I a reduced to blogging my rather mushy mind. My brain feels mushy, crammed with plate tectonics and dán do mhelissa. Itmight just start pouring out my ears. How revolting.

It has been confirmed that I have magic powers. Litterally less than a minute after I complained about sky, it flicked back on. Now if only I could apply that to memorising countless A4 pages on Biblical references.

Will everyone do me a favor and at least watch the video below? Five dollars is roughly three euro and that is nothing. That can feed a child for an entire year. You've no excuse.

I'm so excited to go London and get dresses with pockets and Doc Martens. And I'm just looking forward to a break from the books. I'm also mega excited for Halloween, and dressing up and going out and taking ridiculous photos ad having a good time.

Yesterday was one of the nicest days I've had in ages, despite the terrible food. So many wedges and burnt chicken. Even the tealights couldn't take from the fact that the waffles had disintegrated into mashed potatoes.

I chain drank tea this weekend. Pretty much just rounded off a very enjoyable two days.

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achey muscles

Yoga, why do you do this to me? My stomach and the backs of my knees hurt so much today. I felt all fired up and bendy and gently athletic yesterday, now I feel like a plank of wood, immovable.

I got my hair cut at long last after many cancellations and mistaking of dates on my part. I now have a straight fringe, and I really really like it. Though they blow dryed it a little mullety so I'll fix it mysef in the morning. I shall be going to trainee night more often, fifteen euro like, how can you go wrong?

Happy Birthday to Jess btw, who can now legally buy alcohol and corrupt her still under age friends further.

I wish I won the lotto as often as I win it in Farmville, my lack of substantial funds despite having a job is pretty depressing. I just sneezed, my stomach muscles spasmed in agony again. I better have the shinest inner Chakra ever after this.

This isn't really a happy post so far, so I'm going to complain about something else while I'm at it, the new Bejewelled Blitz. I don't like it.

Also I had another English test today, it was a Question B of a comprehension which I love, because Personal Writing is just so . . easy for me. And though my literay eloquence is not always expressed in this blog, there's nothing better than a question that starts with 'describe'. Yet I think sometimes my ideas are too big for an exam, time constraints don't allow for much plot or character development. If I ever get the energy to type a short story instead of good old hand write it, I'll post it here. Don't hold your breath though, my keys stick and annoy me.

London next Friday, I actually can't wait to get some new clothes to go with my new hair. It will be floaty dresses and florals all round. And hopefully some lovely warm cosy knits, mmm.

I wish it was Saturday tomorrow. Lie in and tea and cuddles. I like this pictue because it's pretty much how I speak and feel. Lovely.

shorty

I feel so motivated after going to UCC yesterday. I mean, I can really see myself being there, living there and loving it.

Thank you Mr English Lecturer, you were most helpful, unlike the Irish department, I think I probably could have told her more about the course. Dummy.

This was a nice, tiring weekend. Between getting the early bus down yesterday and not being able to sleep well in a bed that isn't mine own last night, I'm exhausted. I will happily watch The X Factor results and then I'll toddle off to bed for myself.

So, being poor, I won't be getting The Sims 3 anytime soon, so today in an unfruitful search for my camera, I found The Sims 2. So I am currently installing that and I'll just make do. It'll be fine.

Retreat tomorrow, nice to get a break from regular Mondays and nice to wear my own clothes (a dilemma I will solve in the morning) And very exciting goings on tomorrow; I get a straight fringe, a la Katy Perry.

I'm happy, I'm really happy with myself and my life.

Opinon time

OK so, I usually try to avoid becoming involved in tit for tat, petty Internet battles that primarily involve fourteen year olds.

But the whole Harry Potter VS Twilight thing is ruining my enjoyment of MLIA and Robert Pattinson interviews.

So pretty much, yes it is possible to like both. Or even like one without hating the other on principal. I honestly don't care what you think about Twilight, because I can feel a hate tirade coming on. I like it. That's that.

But seriously, little third years; while you sit in front of your family computer and nurture your emo fringe, maybe consider picking up a real book for once in your lives instead of illegally watching it on the Internet, or reading the plot summaries on Wikipedia. That does not validate your opinion.

End of rant

Technologic

Me and the technology of today, we just don't go.

I broke yet another phone yesterday after one too many falls on the tiles. Inevitable, it was a forty replacement for the phone I broke before it. What was I thinking in first and second year getting a new phone whenever my current one wasn't 'cool' anymore? I should've stuck with that 3510i, I'd probably still have it. But no.

So now I have a rather dinky little silver thing that surfaced in my granny's house and I now have to make do with. The buttons are tiny and hard to press and in all the places Nokia ones aren't.

On another note, I am currently adoring my new blog header picture of the ravishing Marilyn Monroe. Every new picture of her I find I like more than the previous. Because everyone's seen the Andy Warhol, which I must admit I wouldn't be gone on tbh.

Yoga started back today, lovely. Back to emo chart and tea with Breffni after school, before some Shakra and film talk with Tony.

On a down side, my deafness is returning, and I am typing this blog with my ears stuffed with cotton wool while the drops to their thing. Hopefully all will be well in the morning, because my geography field study is tomorrow. I hear they're providing tea, so I think it'll go just fine.

Blogging seems rather uncommon this side of Mooncoin. I'd encourage it, you probably think 'I have nothing to say', yet how surprised you will be . .

Lovely half five start tomorrow morning. Fun fun fun.

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sigh

I love seeing old people in love, it's nice, inspiring.

I got soul but I'm not a soldier

I'm going to stop calling my Sunday blogs 'weekend', because it's not very creative or inventive. Probably because I'm not very creative or inventive when it comes to small things like titles. If I ever get around to writing a book, I'll have to get the publisher to name it for me.

I'm rather annoyed at my laptop atm, because I have to beat the keys to get them to work. So please excuse any minor typos.

My Sundays usually involve me watching Film 4, however they disappointed today. They've had a string of great films the last few Sundays but alas, today was 'The Parent Trap' in the mid afternoon. And I've seen that far too many times. So I instead have watched hair tutorials on youtube, which is fun. I guess.

Can you get a tan from a desk lamp? Because my left arm is looking slightly darker today.

I really like my new red coat, I'm so delighted that it's started to get colder, because soon I'll be able to wear all my lovely floppy hats and not look a crazy.

I'd like to go to a good concert soon. But most of the bands I like are dead, or charge seventy euro for a ticket. And that's all well and good for he folk in the Big Smoke, but return bus tickets don't come cheap. God, I can't wait for student discounts. I'll be rubbing my student card in the cinema's face this time next year.

I'm excited now that I've finally booked a hair cut, I'm in desperate need of one. I want a change, though not a massive one. So a straight fringe it is for me, a la Zooey Deschanel, now that my hair has finally grown out a little. My life was so easy when my hair was really short, it was so easy to manage.

But longer hair makes me feel all pretty and girly.

Observation from Saturday; Are emos being created younger? Because I swear the boy with the floppy fringe and All Time Low t-shirt could not have been older than eleven. If I could got back in time to my fourteen year old self, I would point and laugh. And remind myself that all your clothes don't have to be black.

Times change. For the better. Though I guess if I hadn't gone through my grungey phase would I be who I am now? I think not.

This was a nice weekend. Cuddly and warm.

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