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2010-08-10T06:02:00.000-07:00

I agreed to write a blog on these four girls that I love dearly, seen as I am out blogging ideas now that the Leaving Cert is well over and I don't need to infect everyone else with my results anxiety. So, here it goes, in alphabetical order.

Amy (aka Chocolate Delicious)

My neighbour and cycling partner, many an afternoon we have spent struggling up Jimmy Mac's hill, eating Tayto and lying by the pond, her tanning, me burning. Good times. She appreciates the finer points of children's fantasy books and is always available for movies chez moi. We will be forever bounded by the trauma that was Oxegen.

Breffni (aka Continuously Delicious)

I love our conversations sitting on bathroom floors whilst drinking naggins. I love sleepovers in my house, watching Robert Pattinson videos together and of course, London. We made it around the 18th largest city in the world, we never got lost, just confused, and we suffered through an incredibly long walk, weighed down by disappointment and Bulmers, all for the sake of a tea dance that never happened.

Jess (aka Liquid Delicious)

Oh Jess, the newest but equally loved addition. Jess is often in a flap about things and gets frazzled and riled up easily. Her love of tea and Ron Weasley is unrivalled. She appreciates all things orange and will hopefully stop from becoming lost too often in Cork.

Laura (aka Golden Delicious)

Welcome to the world new blonde, go getter Laura! Laura is lovely and beautiful and always up for trips to the beach and more than a bit of coconut Malibu. She is also my co-worker, which is nice. Her boots are slippery yet she made it around Paris without a fall. A true inspiration.

Get Ready To LOL

2010-08-09T09:44:00.000-07:00

Pictureless Post

2010-07-19T04:43:00.000-07:00

So, as mentioned in the previous post, my phone was water damaged beyond repair. This meant I had to shell out fifty euro to buy the cheapest one in the shop. It was not worth fifty euro. It has no camera, Internet, nothing. The Nokia 3510i was more high tech. However it does have a handy torch feature which I wish I had known about last night as we fumbled along a slippery path looking for animals so Batty could put a pig in a headlock. Oh staff nights out.

One month to results. Eep! I keep having visions of myself going into Mr. Lannigan's office and him handing me the envelope and just saying, 'Very disappointing Miss Grant'. If I fail Irish my life will be over. Not to be melodramatic or anything.

I'm reading The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas atm. I know, I know, that was so two years ago. I'm not really one for misery lit, that's more Amy's cup of tea. I must admit, I'm not finding it as heartbreaking and poignant as I was lead to believe it is. Although maybe it's because I'm not finished it yet. I'm assuming the kid dies?

My driving is coming on in leaps and bounds, I've only cut out at a traffic light twice or so, and they're what I was most afraid of. I'm a pro at driving to Mullinavat by now.

I'm A Force Of Destruction

2010-07-18T05:53:00.000-07:00

FML. My phone fell down the toilet and now 'this charger is not supported' and it won't charge. I looked this problem up on the Nokia's website and guess what? It's an unrepairable problem and now I have to buy a new phone at a time when I have no money.

Other than that, things are pretty good. Town was fairly quiet Friday night but we did see and excellent 80's cheese band that said we were the best dancers there. Yeah boi.

Tonight I'm going on a staff night out, so it's off to Jack Meade's for free food and drink. Hopefully the weather will hold out and all the staff of the Tower Hotel won't be huddled in a too small marquee, sipping pints and eating sausages. I should get this t-shirt for the occasion.

Today I tried on my beautiful debs dress, shoes, bag, strapless bra and all. And I must say, I was looking quite well once I ignored the bed head and panda eyes. Sigh, what a glamorous life I lead.

Bit Of A Mention Of Eclipse In This One

2010-07-15T11:20:00.000-07:00

I don't know how to blog anymore. I've lost that rambling feeling. I thought summer and the loss of the leaving cert would equal more bloggings (say that how Gollum says 'Bagggginsss' in LOTR) but obviously, that has not happened.

Surprisingly, I failed to mention Eclipse in a blog after I saw it. I was well impressed. It was actually funny for once, and not just in a 'look at the state of Jacob Black's wig funny', though Jasper's was fairly terrible. Bella pissed me off yet again with her indecisive ways. Make up your mind girl!

I'm not going to put photos in this blog, unless I find a really good one, because I think I use them as compensation for my lack of words.

Life is full of choices, they are inevitable. There is no way I know of to procrastinate change. Do not fear change. It's usually for the best.

Going out on Friday for the first time since graduation, I'm surprised at this. I thought this summer would be all about going out but things like London and Oxegen were quite a drain on my resources and I had to mind my money. I'm starting to learn control with money. Yesterday I stopped myself from buying something in Penney's, even though I desperately wanted it :O

In a couple of months I will (hopefully) become a full time college student, living away from home for the first time, the whole shebang. I know I'm going to see a pair of Christian Louboutins in the Brown Thomas Christmas sale and buy them and then have no money for food for the rest of the year. I must learn control.

Today I read an article about encouraging children to read during the summer, they say children who become addicted to books will love books all their life. I couldn't agree more. I have loved books all my life, and something I strongly associate with summer time is Harry Potter midnight releases and library reading competitions.

"I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right."
- The Book Thief.

Will The Real Kate Moss Please Stand Up?: OXEGEN '10

2010-07-12T12:58:00.000-07:00

I am currently lying on my bed and relishing in all the comforts that accompany living in a house, cutlery, glasses, showers, books and dry feet. I'm also enjoying not having a cider baby anymore.

Lisa Coady deserves a medal for all she went through at Oxegen, though she did bring a lot of it on herself. Drinking a bottle of Buckfast through a beer bong is just asking for trouble.

Mumford and Sons, I do love you and I'm sorry I chose Eminem, but my thirteen year old self would have thrown a fit if I'd chosen M&S. Speaking of, Eminem was AMAZING, he's definitely still got it. Biffy Clyro, 3Oh!3 and The Coronas were also excellent. Paolo Nutini looked more beautiful than ever.

Downside, I lost my thumb ring. I am disappoint.

Philosophical Ramblings.

2010-06-29T15:17:00.000-07:00

So I'm a bit sick of this 30 Day thing already so I'mma give it a rest for a while and just ramble about the last few days. People seemed to like that.

So over the last week there has been ups and downs. Extreme highs and extreme lows. No, not that kind, none of them drug induced I can assure you.

I've had a taste of the summer I have sprawling before me, of parties and memories and photos and love.

Don't be afraid of change, embrace it.

One thing I have realised is that life is short, you have to make the most of it before you wake up one morning and realise you've lived for seventy years and have nothing to show for it but regrets. I want no regrets. I want to achieve greatness, not necessarily in an obvious way, but in a way that means everything to me. Maybe I'll be a great mam, a great wife, a great painter, a great writer, a great cake baker, a great dresser, a great teacher, a great bird watcher. Who knows, I certainly don't at this point in my life.

More than anything, I want to be great at being me. I want to always be true to myself and to others. I want to dance on the beach at night, I want to pick flowers in the spring, I want to have friends I've loved all my life, who know me better than I know myself. I want to change the world, even if the world means one person. I want to travel, discover. I want to write books, even if they're never read by anyone but myself. More than anything, I want to be happy, but never at the expense of someone I love.

Day 04 → Your favourite book.

2010-06-26T10:21:00.001-07:00

This is an easy one, Harry Potter, the series in general but if I had to pick one, it'd be the Prisoner Of Azkaban.

Harry Potter and I have grown up together, ever since I was seven and there must have been some sort of present mix up because Scott received Books 1-3 as a present. I subsequently took them, read them in the wrong order, and then it began. We spent many happy years together.

I remember going in to the midnight releases and staying up all night to read the newest one. When the series ended I felt like I'd lost a friend, it was the end of an era.

I love Harry Potter and I always will.

Procrastinating Packing

2010-06-18T01:31:00.001-07:00

The day has finally come.

Day 03 → Your favourite television program.

2010-06-18T01:01:00.000-07:00

Hmm 'tis a difficult one yet again. I hope these get easier to choose.

I'm going to say LOST. LOST and I have a love - hate relationship. I stuck it out of spite, all the way to the very end, unlike ye of little faith who copped out halfway through Season 3.

However, the last series redeemed LOST in my eyes. There were answers, but questions still remained, and anyone who didn't expect that has been watching a different show for the last six years. Six years.

The summer before second year I started watching LOST. Many things have happened since then, I've gone new places, met new people, I have discovered myself and fallen in love harder than I ever thought possible. But throughout it all, there was one constant, LOST.

The final episode: The answers were just so heartbreakingly simple. They weren't chosen because they were talented or even all that special, but because they were alone. They needed the island as much as the island needed them. How poetic.

I had one big problem with the last few episodes, there is no way that cute high cheek boned little black haired boy ever grew into the adult Man In Black. It's just not possible. I point the blame finger at casting.

I'll glad it's over, finally. But I'll miss sending Aonghus theories and a 'I don't understand' texts every Thursday night. It's been an experience.

Since he first appeared in Season 2, Desmond has been one of my favourite characters. He's remained consistent, unlike Sayid who later went crazy. Desmond's faith that things would all work out was inspiring.

"See you in another life, brotha"

Day 02 → Your favourite movie.

2010-06-17T02:16:00.000-07:00

This is pretty easy because I don't watch many movies, which narrows down my choices. My favourite movie is The Notebook, simply because it's a beautiful story.

It's the perfect mix of sweetness, humor, heartbreak and above all, love. Is it arrogant for me to say I see myself in such a perfect story? Maybe that's the point of the movie, that people can identify with it. Coupled with the clothes, the hair, the dream house, the sweeping music and that scene when Ryan Gosling is fixing the roof, well it's just perfect.

We watched it in religion class towards the end of the year when we were studying relationships and Ms Doherty described it as 'an ideal love story' and I couldn't agree more. The message of the film, that love can overcome any obstacle, even death, is wonderfully uplifting.

I haven't the novel that the movie is based on, because I'm afraid it will make me think less of the film.

Day 01 → Your favourite song.

2010-06-16T12:22:00.000-07:00

Ok, never an easy one. I have several favourite songs that I like for different reasons.

But, purely for the feel good factor and because it's brilliant to sing along to, I'm going to say Mr Brightside by The Killers.

The Killers are a band I've liked for a long time and, regardless of what everyone else seems to think, I thought Sam's Town was a good album.

It's a song everyone seems to know the words to and it's always great to dance around to. it reminds me of second year when I used to go to all those Battle Of The Bands gigs and dodgy discos. Good times.

This song came in in Escape on grad night and it was the highlight of the night.

Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

Breaking Down The Blogging Block

2010-06-15T13:23:00.000-07:00

So, because my previous commitments to stop blogging again clearly failed, I'm taking a leaf from Emma Norris' proverbial book and copy catting a little thing she had going way back in March.

Blogs for the next 30 days shall centre around the following.

Day 01 → Your favourite song.
Day 02 → Your favourite movie.
Day 03 → Your favourite television program.
Day 04 → Your favourite book.
Day 05 → Your favourite quote.
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy.
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad.
Day 09 → A photo you took.
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago.
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently.
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 13 → A fictional book.
Day 14 → A non-fictional book.
Day 15 → A fanfic.
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly).
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.).
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 19 → A talent of yours.
Day 20 → A hobby of yours.
Day 21 → A recipe.
Day 22 → A website.
Day 23 → A YouTube video.
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail.
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail.
Day 27 → This month, in great detail.
Day 28 → This year, in great detail.
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days.
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy.

I've a feeling I'll be getting lazy towards the end.

Ramblings Return

2010-06-15T13:13:00.000-07:00

Hey blog, it's been a while. Again.

So there has been many happenings since the last post.

One:
Leaving Cert has begun and nearly ended for me. So far so good, though I'm almost afraid to say that in case I jinx it. Just History, French and Art History left to go. I'd be happy with a B in the latter. However, fingers crossed for an A in French and History.

Two:
The MTV Movie Awards, Twilight swept the board yet again. It's only two weeks to Eclipse, I must book my ticket plenty in advance. Oh gosh I'm excited.

Three:
On Friday I leave for London with Breffni and shall fulfill dreams that have been the bulk of our conversations for the past several months.

Four:
Summer is nearly here! Yay! How wonderful life better be after these exams. I officially have an Oxegen ticket and many other plans for the summer. Weather depending. I am determined not to let this summer be another 'I was going to do this . . . but then I didn't.' There shall been many parties, many nights on the town, many movies, many BBQs, many cycles, many driving lessons and two debs. Yay!

C'est tout pour maintenant. Bonne chance pour demain.

Weather

2010-05-23T11:55:00.000-07:00

Such lovely weather but alas, no tan, just burn. I had a blissful weekend, confirmation on Saturday, the ice cream man came and then I had chips with my mam on the prom then we drove home with the windows open and The Beatles blaring.

Then today some nice lazing around and McDonald's, rather unhealthy food wise weekend.

Also I've gotten good at cutting tshirts, so hopefully I'll get to wear some of my updated clothes if the weather continues.

To buy next weekend: Oxegen ticket. Happy days.

Advice

2010-05-21T15:00:00.000-07:00

“Because, that’s the thing about love, really. No one will love you how you want to be loved, they’ll love you in the only ways they know how. Life throws everyone down drastically different paths so how can we expect everyone to love in the same way? The person you’ll spend your lifetime with will love you in their way and you’ll love in yours, and maybe you’ll meet in the middle and it’ll last. None of us know what we’re doing, you see, we’re just fumbling for matches in the dark. If you’re lucky, you might eventually just strike the right one.”

Update

2010-05-17T12:56:00.000-07:00

Oh gosh, my promise to blog more has not been fulfilled. But things change now.

Many things have happened in the last few weeks to contribute to my general happiness, I turned 18, had a lovely birthday party, received a tea set, got my tragus pierced, read some panda facts, read The Book Thief, learned French formal letters, perfected my hair curling with a straightener technique, found a wonderful new website www.yayeveryday.com, did some good life drawing and good art in general, lazed around talking, came second the the three legged race, ate the world's best bagel, added to my charm bracelet considerably and as of today, it's officially one month to London with Breffni.

So because of my lack of bloggage, I've had a back up of pretty pictures on my compootah, I will share these pictures with you folk of the Internet right now:

Long Time No See

2010-04-28T11:18:00.000-07:00

Hey blog, it's been a while. Quite a while, more than a month actually which is just disgraceful. It's nice to be doing this again.

Well since the 21st of March I've been filling my blogging time with rewatching QAF and dare I say it . . . jogging. Yes, me, jogging. Every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

More to follow.

A Ramble Down Memory Lane

2010-03-21T13:00:00.000-07:00

At the time, this was probably the greatest moment of my life. It felt surreal. And looking back now, it was a good concert. That was a good time in my life. A little embarrassing fashion wise but good friends. Great friends.

Not that I'm not at a good point in my life now too, just different. A big change is coming this year but I like to think I'm not all that different. If I were to see Gerard Way in the the street tomorrow I'd have to fight the urge not to allow my inner fan girl to take over.

If the day ever comes when there's another My Chemical Romance concert in Ireland, I will go. Even if it's just for the nostalgia.

"If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about." - GW

Also, why can't bands hold onto drummers?

Early Morning

2010-03-20T09:01:00.000-07:00

My little brother had a sleepover party last night. Many many many small boys attended. They then proceeded to stay up ALL NIGHT forgetting that some of us have to get up for an Irish oral workshop in the morning.

So, at seven o' clock this morning when I gave up trying to get back to sleep, the aul' laptop joined me in bed. And I looked at pictures until the alarm I'd set for nine finally went off. These are the results of my search:

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And another thing, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I pwn'd that history pre. One hundred percent. Honestly, I'm still not over the shock. Any post English Paper 1 ruffled feathers have been smoothed. Speaking of feathers, isn't that tattoo up there one of the nicest things you've ever seen? Sigh.

C'mon summer. It's getting so hard to get dressed in this current weather. 'Do I need a coat or would I get away with a jacket?' I just don't know.

Worky-work tonight. It won't be as fun as Wednesday, no selling soup and sandwiches, just serving vol au vonts. Off to eat some chips and put dry shampoo in my hair now.

Adieu.

Picture Time

2010-03-14T01:41:00.001-08:00

We're All Alright

2010-02-27T12:02:00.000-08:00

Pres are over and done with and I thought the went very well. David O' Doherty next Friday and Wednesday night tv is back to normal with criminal minds returning. Life is good.

Except; Skins is gone mega depressing. I was in bad mood after watching it and I really wish Effy had died, selfish little bitch. Who's up next? I hope it's JJ.

Friday evening was wonderful. Today was also nice, I got tights and earrings and a bagel, so I'm happy and full. I even accosted some well dressed strangers in town in order to feature them in a new segment on my other blog.

Yes. Life is good. Picture time. I watched six episodes of That 70's Show this morning because I woke up early, I'd forgotten how good it is.

Ch-Ch-Check It Out.

2010-02-24T11:55:00.001-08:00

New blog. It's a fashion-y beauty thing. It's small now, but like the wolf pack in The Hangover, it will grow.

http://gladragsatdawn.blogspot.com/

About the title. I wanted 'Handbags At Dawn' but that was taken, and the word 'handbag' reminds me of that song Handbags and the Gladrags. Ere go . . Yeah.

Examens Blancs

2010-02-23T11:26:00.000-08:00

So far so good with the aul' pre exams. I'm feeling lovely and relaxed and really looking forward to DOD.

I wish I had money to spend on clothes so that I wouldn't ever have dilemmas when the zip of my 'go to' dress breaks. I wish I had money in general actually. Although then maybe I wouldn't appreciate it.

I hate being finished early in exams because my mind wanders. I started wondering what my life would be like if I could speak every language in the world, a gift of tongues sort of deal like. Or what would the world be like if humans never stopped growing, if you just kept growing your whole life. That'd suck.

Skins was better this week. 'I'm Katie fucking Fitch, who the fuck are you?' What a line. And, unsurprisingly, a facebook group of the same name was created mere seconds later.

Can we just skip the whole of March? Please? At least there's things happening in April, there's nothing in March.

I want nude heels, or navy ones. I should have bought both when they were in Penney's. But alas, story of my actual life, 'I was going to do this . . But then I didn't.' I'm all ideas and no motivation. I have a ridiculous amount of navy dresses, I should have navy shoes.

Comment me suggestions for summer plans. Cheap ones.

Panda Wish List

2010-02-16T12:29:00.000-08:00

Blah Blah Blah

2010-02-16T11:49:00.000-08:00

Midterm break, you're supposed to be fun. Now you're filled with boring study and trying to come up with art ideas.

But at least it's Pancake Tuesday, which I honestly prefer to Valentine's Day. I'm so full of lemony sugary goodness but it was worth it. I haven't been this full since that Subway in Dublin. Being too full is the worst feeling in the world. Blech.

Grey's Anatomy tonight. Yay for McGinge who has become my new favourite, couldn't believe he was in PJATLT.

Watched Stardust again today, maybe for the fourth time. Such a good, innocent little movie. Nothing like a bit of fantasy violence and Robert Deneiro zaniness to brighten a February Day.

Kiss Me Quick

2010-02-14T10:33:00.001-08:00

It's that time of year again, when Hallmark rake it in and flower shops go into over drive. Does it have to be Valentine's Day to send flowers? Sigh, I love flowers and day of the year. They're so pretty. The cards with pictures of kissing animals are nice too. But again, penguins touching wings would make me smile any day.

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Pretty appropriate Valentine's Day lesson Mr. Yeats. You don't have to spend a lot of money to get something meaningful.

Fós Beo

2010-02-10T12:15:00.000-08:00

Thank you God of pre papers for making the Irish essay topics ridiculously easy. I'm now convinced that seen as racism, the recession and the education system are the only essays I know, I can work them into any title.

History tomorrow, come on Johnson and Vietnam. Down to the depths with Parnell though please, I'm not a fan.

C'mon summer, I'm sick of coats. I want to start wearing cardigans again, because I feel bulky if they're under my coat. Y'know? Summer also means wedges and heart shaped glasses. And hopefully a couple of trips to the beach. I must get a playsuit to wear during the summer also.

David O' Doherty again? I think so. Hopefully we'll get to hear the end of the story about Jupiter's moons. I'm sure it would have been funny.

Dunnes have really pulled up their socks when it comes to going out clothes. I was sorely tempted to buy a black body con skirt for seven euro even though I'm slightly terrified of them. Alas there were only 8's left. Boo. I need money to buy new black heels, my old faithfuls are getting a little too rough around the edges. Sigh.

Losing My Mind

2010-02-07T08:14:00.000-08:00

I am so frazzled. I'm not even stressed. I'm just frazzled. When I was baking a cake I put the egg shell in the mixing bowl and the gooey bit in the bin.

Deep breath. Phew.

Pre's starting tomorrow. Eeek. N0t really, it'll all be grand, except Stair na Gaeilge but I've two weeks to learn that. At least Pres will be a break from regular school, and they'll pass quickly. And then it'll be March and the end will really be in sight then.

Four months and this will all be over. Nothing but a rather unpleasant memory.

And in time, this too, shall pass.

We had our photo taken Wednesday. The man had a squeeky duck puppet to make his smile. It worked. Everyone looked extra fancy and lovely with their ties done up and their hair all nice.

I cried in PE on Friday like a baby after I got hit in the head with a hockey stick. Yet another reason to add to the 'Why I Hate Hockey' list. It's crazy the only sports the Abbey provides for girls is hockey and tag rugby. Oh and first year basketball. And we fail at them all. While the boys go off gallivanting to hurling matches every other day. Grr.

I don't feel so good after eating some cake mix. I think it's because it's full of raw eggs. But it just tastes so good.

Note to self: wear my glasses more in case I go truly blind and have to wear them all the time. Because I can read the little sky synopsis anymore without them.

Yay for LOST's return. Looks like some answers are heading my way. Is anyone except Jess, Aonghus and I even watching it anymore? Though I've truly only stuck with it from spite. Skins on the other hand is a massive disappointment. I think it's because I'm older than them now. And they annoy me with the apparent lack of money but never ending cycle of Topshop clothes. Pfft. Though Emily is a doll.

Also watched another dismal TV3 reality tv show, Take Me Out. That poor Rian. She stays in to the end every time but never wins.

Tut tut tut. Must hot boys always smoke?

Ramble On

2010-01-31T13:37:00.000-08:00

I love baths. Really love them. They're so relaxing, especially without all the fancy salts and soaps and things that sometimes give me a headache from their smell.

I should be writing this post as gaeilge seen as my mock oral is tomorrow. But most of the words I know in Irish I couldn't spell correctly to save my life.

Let's rewind my life almost three years and say a certain day had never happened, and you and I had never met. What a different person I would be.

2010-01-31T12:55:00.000-08:00

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

Eventually, everyone I love will die. Or I will die first. I must resign myself to that fact. But at the same time, I'll have children, people I know will have children. As Mufasa said, we are all part of the great circle of life. Cheesy but true.

Death, in it's own way is a beautiful part of life. Because no one ever really dies do they? The concept of not existing is so impossible to understand that this can't just be it. The greatest adventure of all.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Wish List And Ramble

2010-01-25T11:52:00.000-08:00

Yayz for half days. And Newgrange, though that's not until Wednesday. BUT major first when it comes to Abbey Community College, we are allowed wear our own clothes on the trip :O I kid you not. Albeit retreats, this has never before happened. And so comes the 'what should I wear debate', because most people from school never see my normal clothes. But most of them are bitchy and probably won't like them anyway, so why bring hardship on myself? Sigh.

Though today was bit of a hair-mare, things are going good when it comes to 'the do'. It's grown, and now I have a decent straightener I can wear extensions I spent too much money on and rarely use.

I aspire to this.

Totally turned against MLIA, mainly because I've decided the people who write stories on it I wouldn't like in real life, and also because the stories have just become so incredible they can hardly be called 'average'.

I must get out to TK Maxx or some other place I can get a lovely maxi dress for the summer before all the nice summer stock is gone. I bought a beautiful one last summer in that shop in town where everything was €2.99, but unsurprisingly the zip broke when I unzipped it at home to try it on. They're just so summery and pretty and girly and go so well with gladiator sandals, big sunglasses and a long necklace. Alas, I will find one.

Take me back to Dublin, even though it was extreme in temperatures and that skipping show was terrible. It was lovey dovey and wonderful. Awh.

Watching Moulin Rouge for probably the hundredth time at the moment. It's hard to look at Ewan McGregor the same way though after seeing Trainspotting last week in which he wore a belly top for most of the scenes. And climbed down a toilet of course. Grimace.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

2010-01-24T09:33:00.000-08:00

'We Will Rock You' was so good. Especially the fella who did all the jumping around and high kicks. What a legend. This whole weekend just went perfectly, although the Sat Nav did direct us into a bus and taxi lane. Not cool Lucy.

Today I baked a coffee cake, the icing dripped off the top onto the sides and it didn't look too good, a bit like the cake the fairies tried to make in Sleeping Beauty, but it tasted good.

One week of school then pre's. Where has January gone? I have a mountain of Irish to learn, an insurmountable amount really. Panic is setting in a little. Deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth.

I wish I still had yoga on Tuesdays. I need to find some other sort of exercise that will help me sleep, because I'm sleeping terribly atm.

On a wonderful positive note, I got a debs dress. It's long and black and looks nothing like the one below but I like to think Marilyn Monroe would approve of it's bust enhancing abilities.

Oh Amazon hurry up and bring me my books, there's only so many times I can reread the ones I already own. And I'm in desperate need of distraction at night now that I'm logging off the Internet at nine o' clock at the latest in an attempt to tell my mind sleep is coming so start shutting down and stop running through Global Interdependence and the causes of World War II and all sorts of other things.

Yay for Topshop jewellery being reduced. Got a lovely silver Aztec style chandelier necklace that was €40 for €6 and some bracelets for €1.50. Job.

Oh Ed Speleers, you and Jeremy Irons' voice combined made a truly terrible film very bearable. Here are some pictures of him.

All my future potential kiddie names are being shot down just because they're unusual. Having a very common name makes me all the more determined that my own children will be individual.

What A Long Week

2010-01-15T12:47:00.000-08:00

Wow, considering I've only been in school for three days, this week felt like the longest week of my life.

Pre's starting in three weeks. Yippee. Though I'm not worried, honestly I'm not. Doing the work as you go along really pays off, I'm not stressed about exams and there's no Leaving Cert induced panic forcing me to do crazy things like buy Less Stress More Success. C'mon like.

Dublin next Friday, can't wait. Hopefully I'll get a little H&M in, as I've no money for Topshop. Boo. I must really start internet banking, easier to keep track of my finances, or lack there of, and all that. A plague on whoever decided that twenty is the minimum that can be taken out of an ATM. When I need less than a fiver, why would I want a twenty? I'll just end up spending it.

Watching Mean Girls atm, I forgot how much I love that film, it never gets old. And Rachel McAdams is just so adorable, dimples and all. Sometimes I think I'd like to have dimples, but I don't really have the right shape face, it'd be a bit weird . .

Getting up in the morning has become more difficult than I recalled. How will I function on my own in just a few months? Dragging myself out of bed? Impossible. Though I will never succumb to Red Bull. Bleucch. It's awful.

On the topic of college, CAO is all done and dusted. The next time I hear from them will hopefully be with acceptances. Arts in Cork is no.1, though that's no big shock, then Dublin then a few other bits in Cork. With Amy all set for Journalism and New Media in NUIM, Jess undecided, Maynooth claiming Laura as well and Breffni all set for Limerick, I'll be toddling off to Cork without the girls who have pretty much become my right arm. I don't really mind going it alone but still, a friendly face and all that . . .

Start of a whole new adventure.

New Favourite

2010-01-15T12:44:00.000-08:00

Reminds me a little of HelloGoodbye. Remember them?

Stir Crazy

2010-01-09T12:18:00.000-08:00

I'm sick of being in my house. What is the point of three extra days of holidays when the awful roads prevent me from going anywhere? Watching Inglorious Basterds again atm. Forgot how funny it could be. Though I think history examiners everywhere will have to trawl through many 'Jew Hunter' and Vichy Government research topics.

Breffni and I officially head for London on the 18th of June, our flights booked and everything. I could not be more excited. It's just another reason to add to the ever growing pile, for wanting sixth year to just be finished.

Resolutions

2010-01-01T10:27:00.000-08:00

1. Eat Slower
My worst habit, worse than cracking my knuckles. I will endeavour to eat at a normal pace in 2010 in order to avoid the 'are you finished already?' when I'm eating with people outside my family. Because it's rather embarrassing, and sitting idle while others eat makes people nervous I think.

2. Say 'Yes' more
I will not allow laziness or minor difficulties to stop me from doing things. I'm going to say yes to invitations before people stop bothering to invite me. More movies, more nights out and more nights in.

3. Study
Self explanatory. But also I resolve not to allow it to consume my life. I'm on the final stretch, secondary school wise, and I intend to enjoy it.

4. Take more pictures
Especially idiotic 'we're freaks' ones. I have a shinynew camera now, I've no excuse.

Happy new year, Ciara x

Ma Vie

2009-12-27T10:46:00.001-08:00

Why yes, that is me on the left.

A Merry Little Christmas

2009-12-25T09:40:00.000-08:00

In evading the inevitable mushroom cloud of cigar smoke that accompanies Christmas in a house full of smokers I had the lovely experience of finding a present I hadn't opened. It turned out to be slipper socks and a hair set, which was nice (:

So glad I didn't head to town last night, I hear it was the usual Stephen's night, too busy and full of knacks. Instead a few bottles down 'the local' was just perfect. So much for 'we stop serving at half eleven' when it's two o' clock.

Then up relatively early this morning to hit the sales which were a massive disappointment. All I got was two shirt dresses and an admittedly lovely handbag. River Island was little over sized sunglasses and Ugg boots at dawn. Madness. I'm regretting not buying the shiny black leggings, they might have made a nice contrast with florals. But alas, they are a dime a dozen any time of the year.

New Year's Eve, anyone have plans somewhere a little less far reaching than Dunmore East? Because a combination of having no where to stay, work until at least eleven and no lift out means I will more than likely be ringing in 2010 with Reeling In The Years.

I'll be attending a dinner party on Monday chez Cliodhna, how very grown up.

Resolution time is fast approaching as per usual I will make many and keep none.

TRY

2009-12-21T11:34:00.000-08:00

Hello Blog my old friend, I apologise for my absence of late, True Blood has taken over my evenings as I feared.

This blog is for Breffni as requested, Breffni's the best girl really, and it's her birthday. Yay! Night out tmw? Maybe, Idk yet. I do have a dress, and I've been looking for an excuse to wear it.

I went to Avatar last night and as per typical escapades with Eoghan, something went wrong. This time the hiccup was that it was sold out, but four hours late we saw it, and it was great, unlike any other film I've seen. A little thin when it came to the plot, but the special effects more than made up for it, talk about 3D being the way forward.

Do you think there's any chance of a white one? I'd like to think so, but we're just as likely to have a heat wave or a monsoon. This is Ireland.

I'm lucky in my life, I'm talking felix felicis lucky.
School (Y)
Friends (Y)
Family (Y)
Love Life (Y)

Just one thing, I wish the sixth of May would hurry up.

Holidays Are Comin'

2009-12-14T13:13:00.000-08:00

Where does the time go? Christmas is nearly here and I'm proid to say I'm ready on time as usual.

Friday was fun. It was just so nice after exams and stress and work to just go out and have a drink and a dance and girly moments and bad photos and just let go.

Today was a lovely day, thank you very much Mr. O' Keefe for giving us all crisps and chocolate just because it's christmas. What a lovely thing to do (:

I can't write properly. This blog isn't as expressive or as flowing as it usually is. I owe this to the fact that I got 72% on my English Christmas test because I 'misinterperated' the diary entry. God forbid I should think outside the box. And I know 72% is not terrible, far from it, but it's the worst I've ever gotten in English. Ever. And that kind of thing is important to me. But, it's just Christmas tests. It's not the big LC.

I'm so excited f0r Christmas and a camera that works inside.

Nutella Induced Delerium

2009-12-05T11:05:00.000-08:00

Opposite ladies' Dunnes in town there is a tiny new vintage shop. And it is HEAVEN compressed into one cramped, over heated space. There I found my perfect Christmas dress, and I mean perfect. Sigh.

Today was a nice day, despite the rain and over spending of my meagre funds. But worth it.

More mini emos than ever are springing up out of the ground lately, though maybe that's just my lack of consistent town going.

Going to watch The X Factor with my dad tonight. Yay! My dad's the best girl really.

To start watching True Blood or not? I really don't need another vampire related obsession, but at the same time, the Criminal Minds void must be filled somehow.

The Moment Is Now

2009-12-03T14:44:00.001-08:00

The Waffle House

2009-12-02T12:38:00.001-08:00

I love that my first name comes near the top of alphabetical lists, because I get loads of gifts on Farmville. It's the job.

I love reminiscing, God be with the days when when emo was really just getting started and My Chemical Romance were the reason for my very existence, and if you didn't have a massive man's jumper from Penneys', you just weren't cool. And purposely chipped nail varnish, and the Nightmare Before Christmas and standing around in Red Square every single Saturday even though it was freezing. And all my clothes were black, and my tshirts were too big for me and I meticulously straightened my hair every day and my laces were different colours.

They were good times. They've brought me to be who I am now, it was a gradual transition, I didn't just get up one day and throw on a high waisted skirt and a cardigan. Oh no.

Y'know the way there's always a trouser press in hotel rooms? Has anyone ever actually used one? Because during the summer I tried, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what to do. I don't why this thought came to me or why I decided to share it with you. But I'm honestly curiouse.

Hurry up May and my 18th. I want freedom to go out without the hassle of trying to get ID. Any one willing to provide for next Friday night? No? I've got Scott on the case though, with his college connections. So hopefully.

I love Laura, she's so unintentionally funny. Do you feel like you're famous now Laura, being mentioned on the internet?

Good night.

Grab your cloak, you've pulled.

2009-12-01T13:33:00.000-08:00

I'm the most inconsistent blogger. Honestly for someone who has so much to say in real life, I fall rather silent when it comes to organising my thoughts into an internet friendly format.

Christmas exams next week, where did the first two school terms go? I'm not stressed, I have no reason to be. Well maybe a little about Irish, but that's to be expected.

I had such a lovely weekend, and got all my christmas shopping down well in advance. No running around town like a lunatic on Christmas eve for me. I'm not that person. I'm all about organisation.

I want every other Ciara to change their names, so that I'm the only one left. Because seriously, I am getting a crick in my neck every time someone calls a different Ciara. Nightmare tbh.

Ian's birthday night out next Friday, can't wait tbh. And secretly delighted it's not on Saturday, X Factor final like. I'm looking forward to getting dressed up more than anything. Oh and terribly dancing.

I'm happy and healthy and not crippled from exam stress and I got a replacement phone today, so all is well.

The Mime That Shakes The Barley

2009-11-22T12:22:00.001-08:00

Today was the definition of an unproductive day, I watched the first season of Prison Break on the internet ate some crisps for lunch. I forgot how good Series One of PB actually was, how clever. Pity it all went downhill from there.

I've never wanted a year to be over more in my life, just hurry up Leaving Cert and let's move onto the next stage of my life. I really feel like I'm ready, y'know? Although I also want to savour my last year of school, make some more memories. But most of all, no regrets.

I don't really have regrets, I mean, what's the point? Regretting doing something isn't going to change the fact that it happened. So cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. Because one thing's for sure, bitching and moaning changes nothing. Take chances, take a leap of faith, because you will always regret the things you don't do more than the things you do. Learn from your mistakes, because history has developed a nasty habit of repeating itself.

I'm looking forward to this weekend, shopping and Cork, wonderful. And seeing Katie, also wonderful, because it doesn't happen enough. And it gives me ample oppurtunity to make a list. God how I adore making lists.

Team Edward

2009-11-21T04:37:00.000-08:00

New Moon. Jesus Christ. Amazing, a thousand times better than I expected it to be. Despite the abundance of Jacob Black I loved it. I'm still now over it as my stilted typing may suggest. It was so obvious they had a bigger production budget, no more Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon style stunts.

But yeah, wow. Get to Storm and see it NOW.

I felt as if we were drowning in a sea of Team Jacob though, unfortunately. Yet order was restored when Edward returned. The people behind us appreciated our running commentary yet the people in front did not. Typical Team Jacob.

There was nice little touches thrown in here and there, like Alice hopping the handrail. And the biggest shocker of all; I didn't hate Kristen Stewart in it. She was rather likeable and much more Bella-able. I'm well impressed with the new director. And it was funny. Like I'm actually laughing out loud, not pretending to to fill conversation gaps online.

I fell a little more in love with RPatzz on his final line. 'Marry me?' In a heartbeat.

I want to see Eclipse now as soon as possible. At least we don't have to wait a whole year again, as it's due for release at the start of July. Then we'll see who's laughing when Jacob gets continuously pwnd.

So yeah, as you may have guessed, I enjoyed the film. Totally dazzled.

sigh. I'm happy.

2009-11-17T13:14:00.001-08:00

Today was a nice day

2009-11-15T11:16:00.000-08:00

And now I will search for an equally nice layout for my blog, as I'm a little tired of the standard layout, and I'm not so good with the codes, as you can see by the absence of my florals. I want a pretty me layout. But they are oh so difficult to come by. Links anyone?

Today really was a nice calm day for myself, I studied, and read a book, and helped my mam make vol au vonts, and put on a face mask and ate apple crumble. Lovely. I feel relaxed now with an evening full of nothing but X Factor and pyjamas stretching out ahead of me.

Friday was also lovely, just nice to be together, y'know? Nice to just talk and catch up and hug it out.

I got a new dress on Saturday which made my day as it was only fifteen euro and a size smaller than I usually buy. Job. My collection of navy dresses seems to be ever increasing. To the people who say they can never find anything in aWear, where are you looking? Their sales are the bee knees. But alas, to each their own. I'm really trying to get student savvy and only purchasing in sales, or things with some sort of durability.

Waterproof shoes are a luxury I have not know till this year, thank you leather for being impervious to rainfall and keeping my usually chilly enough feet from further hardship. Cold feet aside, I love winter. I love woollies and coats and Christmas lights.

I'm so excited for blonde Laura, it'll be such a change. I'm up for a change, but I'll wait till after the Leaving Cert, keep it as a reward for hard work. Leaving Cert, such a dirty word.

Thank you blogger for automatically saving things for me as I go along, as my computer has developed a nasty habit of not responding most of the time.

Positivity

2009-11-10T12:43:00.000-08:00

This is a positive blog. It's url address alone should tell you that. Though every day isn't a sunny day, my days are usually filled with smiles. And it's not always me who does the smiling. Why shouldn't I be positive? I have a good life, full of positive influences. Not saying everything is constantly hunky dory because it isn't, but things are nice. Some people can blog depressed, but I never could. I am not a spill my feelings to the world person, I'm bottle it up then have a good cry person. Which is a little self destructive, but works for me.

I'm liking the current weather, it's fresh, rejuvenating. A clear, cold, dry day can be just what the doctor ordered. 'Healthy air' as Breffni's mam would say. I feel better as I breathe it, cleansed. Though sadly, like all good things, it must come to an end. But it'll be back.

I am so glad of Tuesday evenings, tea, yoga and a break from study. It just breaks the routine y'know? Because half eight to six every single day is hard. And it wears on me, but "Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion" is a good motto I think to apply to the leaving cert. Because anything worth having is worth working hard for.

To the people who keep telling me college Irish is hard, I know it's going to be hard. Do you honestly think I just decided on it on a whim? I have looked in to it, I know what it will entail.

I'm looking forward to seeing 'the roomies' on Saturday, nice to catch up, reminisce about the three weeks we spent in each other's constant company, and without a single argument. Impossible is nothing eh? Golly, I'm making quite a lot of Mohammad Ali references in this blog.

Though I adore winter, one thing I don't like about it is cold feet, hands and nose. I must have terrible circulation because my extremities are always have frozen from November to March. But it gives me an excuse to wear woolly scarves and hats and mittens, and I am now on a mission to find ear muffs. Any chance anyone saw them in Penney's?

Are people afraid to be happy? Do they think it will make them seem arrogant or condescending to those who don't have everything going just right for them?

Never forget that you are loveable and capable. And never forget that you're alive.

2009-11-07T14:54:00.000-08:00

"Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more."

-Erica Jong

i love this song

2009-11-06T13:49:00.001-08:00

Apologies

2009-11-05T13:07:00.000-08:00

I apologise for my rather prolonged absence from the wonderful world of blogging. And by prolonged I mean around a week, which is quite a bit considering I have been quite the regular since good old August when in the pre-debs days which went achingly slowly, I found amusement in sharing my thoughts with the wider world.

Yet times change, but I wouldn't change a thing as the McDonald's ad goes. Very unlike me, this blog will be unaccompanied by a picture. As perusing weheartit.com leads to distractions and as a result, a pretty artsy picture above one line of blog. Pathetic.

Dancing at Lunghasa finished since I last wrote and I must say I enjoyed it much more than King Lear or Wuthering Heights, it was a little more relatable and understandable. Austen era literature isn't my thing to be honest, wonderful and all as others find it.

I have also found that writing poems is not my strong suit, and that my group's poem on relationships for religion consisted of lines such as 'with your daughter or son have some happy fun.' WB Yeats eat your heart out.

I will now shamelessly plug Operation Christmas Child, and encourage everybody to make a bow because they literally cost next to nothing to fill, and it's so fun t do and you feel excellent after it. Like you've really made a difference, because you have.

I'm incredibly excited for New Moon, and my inner crazy fangirl is taking over as I repeatedly watch every trailer, yet do my hardest not to watch clips. Because I'd basically seen Twilight through all the clips and previews I watched online. Sigh.

I love Halloween TFLN. They are my motivation to study now, go to college, and have nights out filled with hilarity and shot glasses carved from potatoes. Which brings me on to my my new favourite youtube video, in a roundabout way, 'They're taking the hobbits to Isengard', because th more Legolas says it, the crazier his accent gets.

Congratulations John and Edward, who officially swayed me to their corner last weekend. Because I was really on the fence before hand, but for the pure entertainment value, I yield.

I got all hopeful that I would be getting a new phone, but alas it seems destined not to happen. Damn you Vodafone and your selfish ways. I have never before appreciated being meteor so much. Free texts ftw like.

Transmission over I guess.
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Tranny says WHAT?!

2009-10-30T10:16:00.000-07:00

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

La-la-la London

2009-10-30T10:11:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-23T06:52:00.000-07:00

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

Watch this space.

today

2009-10-18T11:01:00.000-07:00

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

sky is broken

2009-10-18T06:19:00.002-07:00

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.

is feidir linn

2009-10-18T06:19:00.001-07:00

achey muscles

2009-10-14T13:07:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-11T11:10:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-07T13:33:00.001-07:00

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

2009-10-06T13:13:00.001-07:00

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

2009-10-05T12:46:00.000-07:00

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

I got soul but I'm not a soldier

2009-10-04T08:14:00.000-07:00

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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'Stop frickin betraying me'

2009-09-30T12:41:00.000-07:00

Thank you Shona for the best LOL I've had in ages. Upon reading your blog, I looked up 'Greatest Freak out Ever' and hilarity ensued.

I know anything more than 1.50 minutes is considered long in Youtube time, but it's quite worth it. All over the cancellation of a WOW account. Can't believe I just referred to it in abbreviation form. Sick.

I could also be worse my friend.

I'm excited for Halloween, I know it's not for another month but I have such great dress up plans which must be realised. Should I risk The Forum or a party? If anyone's having one that is, which I assume they will be, but you know what they say about assuming.

First test of the year tomorrow, in Irish. Níl Aon Ní? No botherzzz. That's a slightly less depressing one than the others.

Phone calls at night are so lovely, especially when I'm half asleep and don't really know what I'm mumbling about through my retainer. How romantic. I also love private jokes, and hangman in maths frees and making fancy History notes.

Golly, I am so tired. An early night for me a I think, with lots of pillows and blankets. Mmm.

All for now lovelies, comment.

weekend

2009-09-29T13:12:00.000-07:00

Someone make plans for me. Please. Or give me suggestions. Because for the first time aaages I'm not working Friday or Saturday night. Now Friday I have lovely cultural plans ie. I'm going to a Midsummer Night's Dream.

However; Saturday. It stands wide open. Preferably Saturday night, so I can wear nice clothes. That'd be great tbh, because my school jumper is wayy to big and I feel horribly dowdy in it, so a chance to wear nice clothes would be more than welcome.

UCC Open Day next Saturday, get to check what will hopefully be my home from home starting from next year. Fingers crossed. English and Irish through 'Orts. Maybe something like Celtic Civilization or Greek and Roman studies through in there for the heck of it in First Year. Sigh, what a dream, being surrounded by English and Irish every week day.

Why is school forcing CAO choice on me? A talk from the WIT Business school? Pfft no interest. I'd much rather go to my scheduled religion class and continue watching Wako and identifying all the people in it from Desperate Housewives. I have and never will have any intention of going to the WIT, unless something terrible happens like my dad loses his job. And even then, I wouldn't do Business. I have the most unbusiness like mind. The only thrill it could possibly give is from organisation. I do like organisation.

I will never want to do science or any kind either, hence why I gave it up after the big JC. I won't be a doctor, not of medicine anyway. So in future, unless your open wound is spewing the complete literary works of James Joyce, I am of no use.

Yes I am a crazy nerd, I have the glasses and all, though they are not as huge as I would like them to be. I really enjoy Irish, I truly do. Yet I feel I am one of very few

I could change that. I really could. I could make people want to learn Irish. Couldn't I?

I wish people would stop trying to discourage me from teaching, yes I know there's no jobs AT THE MOMENT. But think five years down the line. And if the worst comes to the worst, I'll just do grinds. Fifty euro an hour for an Irish grind? I'll have it made.

I regret eating so many buns today. But they were just so delicious, taunting me with their luscious icing and cherries my mam cuts in the shape of hearts. Curse them.

I'm uploading videos to my iPod atm for the first time ever. I'm not sure how well it's going to work out because though my iPod is yellow and lovely, it's screen is rather small.

Recently I've found myself trying to justify my over use of the word 'lovely'. But I find it such a perfect description for the kind of things I like, tea pots and florals and pandas.

Once again my feelings have been summed up by a post reject;

cmnt

Or maybe not

2009-09-27T14:03:00.000-07:00

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."

I like pictures. Maybe if the whole Irish/English teaching thing doesn't work out for me, I'll be a photographer. Yeah, like it's that easy. I'd take so many photos in the rain.

I'd like to be a quirky fashion photographer, but I think being surrounded by skinny models all day would depress me, and then I wouldn't want to do it anymore.

Then I'd be a painter, a professional one, not a 'this is what I do on the side' kind of painter. And I'd do paintings of people in the rain.

I wouldn't be gone on being a tattoo artist tbh. One: I'd imagine rain is fairly difficult to tattoo. [ta]Two - see what I did there?: The majority of people have stupid tattoos.

Realistically, a teacher is probably my dream job. My ideal dream would be: Secretary General of the UN. But I'm not inspiring enough.

Geez, all this rambling about my future is a little boring for you dear reader, is it not? Time for a subject change then.

Being in love is nice. Really nice. More than nice. I'm in one of those skipping through fields of buttercups in a blue dress mood right now.

Do you have to be in love to be happy? Do the two go hand in hand? I wouldn't think so, but then I wouldn't know. Although I do know lots of people who aren't in love and they're happy. But then I know other people you aren't in love and they're unhappy. But maybe it's for different reasons.

Quick two and a half years yeah?

I thought writing blogs woudl help me organise my thoughts. But it hasn't. It just leads me off on rambling trains of thoughts I didn't even know I had.

Breffni; if you're reading this, you left pink knitted socks in my house a few weeks ago, they only recently surfaced when I went looking for socks.

I only recently discoveed there's an 'anonymous comment' option in the drop down box under the comment box after some random person commented me. Thank you btw, Mr. Stranger. It's nice, handy.

I've got beef with postsecret; STOP KEEPING ALL THE GOOD ONES FOR THE BOOKS.

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actual blog will come tomorrow

2009-09-27T13:59:00.000-07:00

http://imaletyoufinish.com/

go on. for the lolz

happy birthday bruce

2009-09-24T12:50:00.001-07:00

Bruce Springsteen's 60th Birthday was yesterday, some man for one man. He's looking well, I'm telling ya'.
Let's hope he manages another few years so that I might finally get to see him live.

Speaking of birthdays, there is an abundance of 18ths coming up in the following months. Yes bah', cos it means partyparty. Whey bah', cos it means buying presents with money I don't really have. And some 18th's I obviously have to buy good presents for.

I love buying presents more than I like getting them. Though I do enjoy receiving them, obvz. But I love really putting thought into things and picking out the perfect gift. And then seeing people's face when they open it and really like it, it's just great.

I like walking. Walks are nice, calming. I'd prefer to walk somewhere a little more scenic than the main Dublin road, but beggars can't be choosers.

I like school, school is going well. And though I have many many essays to do over the weekend, it's all right with me. Because at least I'll be doing something productive.

Adam's first birthday party on Sunday, I can't wait tbh. I love family things, because my family is nice. There's no closet alcoholic cousin who rambles in around Christmas, everyone is just fine. More than fine even. All a little eccentric, but in the best way possible.

Everyone seems to talk about their feelings in these blogs. But I haven't had much of a crisis lately, so I'm feeling generally quite content, as per usual. I'm glad there's no drama of the destructive, distracting nature.

One thing that's annoying me; when will the school stop asking for money? Buying papers, school contribution, study money, geography field study. It never ends. And I know I'm not the one coughing up, but that makes it worse. My parents spend enough on school for me as it is without ten euro for a useless study skills course that we had to do.

This has been an incredibly slow week, it's dragged so much. I think it's just because I'm so tired this week. Early night tonight. Fixes everything in my opinion.

AWOL: an apple. It disappeared in my room. I don't know where it's gone. It literally vanished into thin air along with my tie.

C'est tout pour maintenant. Au revoir.

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weekend

2009-09-20T13:04:00.000-07:00

Wouldn't you love to be one of those people who write books? What do you call them? Oh yes, authors. I wish. It has all the financial benefits of being a celebrity, and none of the drawbacks. Unless you're looking to be on the cover of Heat like yer woman on The X Factor last night, the hot prison teacher. She was surprisingly likeable and surprisingly talented.

Pretty ordinary weekend.

My Friday was lovely, better than Mc Sourface who works in the chipper in Thomastown's Friday anyway, judging by the look on her face.

Saturday was ordinary. I got to see my granny which was great! Then workywork, which went incredibly smoothly, which is always a good thing. I very nearly dropped an entire stack of plate, but didn't. Well done me. But, to the ignorant culchies on my table; stop lying and saying they let you sit in the ballroom while the changed the room around for dancing the last time you were in the Tower. No they didn't, that's lies.

Sunday, morning got off to a bad start when I went to make toast, and there was an already buttered slice after being put back into the packet. Not acceptable. It turned me off the idea of toast completely, and I had to have Weetabix instead. And I'm not a big toast fan, it's a big deal that I had decided to have it for breakfast. Ruined. I finally got to see 500 Days Of Summer after much changing of plans. It was so good, so unusual, and so not cliche. Her clothes were my dream wardrobe, especially the dress she wore to the wedding. Fabulous. I'm now convinced I want a full fringe, after to-ing and fro-ing over it for months.

Caught the repeat of the VMA's. Lady Gaga was amazing, i rewound it to watch it again. The Michael Jackson tribute was very fitting, though I just wish someone less annoying than Madonna had given the introduction.

So over all, a nice weekend (:

I did an application on Facebook of '5 celebrities you want to be trapped inside a lift with' or something like that. So I picked, Tom Felton so he could sing me folk songs in his lovely English accent, Maury because like c'mon, he's a hero. Marilyn Monroe, just to gaze at her, Chris Garver to beg him for a tattoo, and Kofi Annan, so I can thank him for all the amazing quotes I included in my Concern debates.

Speaking of, I want to go to college so I can debate. I miss debating so much. And I know it'll be on a way more competitive level, but that's all the better for me tbh.

'If only, if only the woodpecker cries, the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies, while the wolf waits below hungry and lonely, and cries to the moon; if only, if only'

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teeth

2009-09-16T13:50:00.000-07:00

Benylin for cough and congestion could actually be used as a tranquilliser. Seriously. The packet said '2 spoons ever four hours' but me thinking, like an idiot 'I'll be asleep for eight hours' so I took four spoons. And I barely made it to bed, it made me incredibly sleepy.

I think the benylin is the cause of my bizarre dreams lately. Although I can ever only remember tiny pieces of them. Which is more than usual.

Maybe I should get a dream journal, or maybe I should write about them here?

'Can't open your locker' is a very common dream according to the internet. But it happened to me in reality, and it's never happened in my dreams.

'Teeth falling out' is the most common dream apparently. I've had one, and when I mentioned it in passing I've found loads of other people have had it. In the dream, loads of teeth start falling out of my mouth and I'm trying to catch them in my hands but I can't. Which apparently means I'm worried about how other people perceive me.

Which I guess I am. But not to an obsessive extent. More that, I like to be presentable, it's important to me. And I've kind of come to accept that once I'm happy with how I look, I shouldn't care what other people think. But it's hard.

Now, time for a ramble:

Finally going to 500 Days Of Summer on Saturday, and also having a lovely girly evening.

My new internet obsession is playing 20 questions online. I mean, how do they guess so accurately?

Am I the only person excited for Lost to come back? Just because it means it's one episode closer to finally being over. Are Aonghus and I the only people who have stuck with it this far? It's out of spite. I want to prove that I have stayed with it, despite it becoming increasingly more ridiculous.

On a tv related note, who does Kanye West think he is?! I'm not a Taylor Swift fan tbh, but if people voted for her, then she deserved the award.

I can't wait for Friday.

Slán xo

helpless

2009-09-15T13:11:00.001-07:00

I know this blog is called 'daily ramblings', but I have realised today, that I waffle like crazy. Seriously, I talk in circles.

Today, I couldn't open my locker. And it was the end of the day, and I'd had double french and didn't have any other books with me. So I was like, twenty minutes late for study, which was not a complete tragedy, but basically . . Why me?

Why am I so unfortunte when it comes to simple things? I can never open doors. I knock things constantly. My shopping bags rip. My change falls down the side of the car. When I drop cds on smooth surfaces it take me ages to pick them up. I leave tissues in my clothes then put them in the wash.

I will never survive the real world on my own. I can't iron. I don't know how to wash clothes. I need college room mates who didn't have stay at home mams.

people

2009-09-15T12:42:00.000-07:00

some deserve second chances. Some don't.

Some use up their second chance. And that's it, you don't geta do over.

But remember people can change, and it's not always for the worst.

People can make positive changes. Some people really try to make positive changes. But it's hard. Some needs you need to ask for help. You're not in this all alone.

Because, as Muhammad Ali said, 'If they can make penicillin out of mouldy bread, then they can sure ashell make something out of you.'

2009-09-14T13:44:00.000-07:00

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."

— Robert Frost

my laptop was made on a monday morning

2009-09-14T13:03:00.000-07:00

I am utterly convinced that there is a little tiny idiot living inside my computer, reading the manual upside down.

I don't know how I feel about this strange weather we're having, I believe in was called 'sunshine' in the times gone by. I wish nature would just make up it's mind. I mean, do I need to buy a coat or not?

Got my list of first years today! I don't have any of the weird ones, I don't think. First year flirting is adorable. We were really convinced that the way to let someone know you like them is to be mean to them? Madness.

I want it to be my birthday so badly. I just want to be eighteen, it would make my life so much easier. Or I want someone who looks vaguely like, who is eighteen, and can provide me with ID.

The Blizzards in Electric Avenue in like two weeks, anyone up for it?

Another Monday morning over and done with, only thirty or so left in school time. I will never be able to get myself out of bed for lectures on Mondays. I just hope they start at like . . twelve. I could survive that. Eásca peasca.

Professional debs photo arrives tomorrow! I hope I don't look like I'm made of cardboard, they posed us so much. Crazy.

"Once upon a time, a boy and a girl fell in love and, despite the odds being stacked against them, got their happily ever after."

Dandelions. Make a wish.

ramblings update

2009-09-13T11:40:00.000-07:00

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

I'm almost embarrassed to say that today was the first time I saw '10 Things I Hate About You', and I loved it. I'm usually not a fan of films based off classic novels/plays ie Brigdet Jones Vs Pride and Prejudice, but I really enjoyed this movie. Which leads me onto a second confession;

I am a sucker for cheesy high school movies. It's unbelievable.

I worked so much this weekend, which was excellent because I now have money. I also got another little Buddha and a little line of elephants. Which I love.

I did a face book app. on 'what's your patronus?' and I got a squirrel. Which is scarely accurate as the description was, 'you are organised and always believe in being prepared. Sometimes too prepared.' that is me to a tee. I am a Monica, I enjoy organising things.

I was on the opposite end of things for the De La Salle debs; serving. Which wasn't too bad. But still. I know you didn't want your turkey and ham because you were full of bread, but did you have to stuff it into the milk jug? Also, when I'm carrying twenty wine glasses across a vomit-slippery floor, is not the best time to moonwalk into me.

On another, Colin was elimanted from Make Me A Supermodel, so I am not transferring my support to Jonathan!

Back to school tomorrow, one day closer to exam time. I just want this year to be over and done with so badly. It's stressing me way too much. Irish, so much Irish, I just can't learn it all. There's no room in my head. And I love Irish, I really do, but I don't love 'Bimse Buan ar Buairt Gach Ló' I mean, 'I am in constant sorrow every day'? What were they thinking setting that poem on course? I am a happy person. Could the not translate a Mika song or something?

Post secrets are good this weekend, somewhat less depressing than they have been. Though postrejects.com has provided some good laughs.

I didn't get to dress up once this weekend because of work. Not even a little bit for town. So next weekend, regardless of where I'm going, I want to wear something nice and be fancy. No uniforms of the work or school variety.

The new Hello Kitty range in the Argos catalogue has me all excited!

'If they were to make a reality tv show of my life, it would probably suck, though not as bad as Flavour Of Love."

Highlight of a weekend that was rather dreary considering the sunshine, was that hour on the trampoline. Chatting is nice.

gasp, I almost forgot the title.

2009-09-08T14:19:00.000-07:00

I'm so proud of myself. I studied, actually studied. Not a lot, like an hour not including homework, but still. A lot for me, cos I find it really hard to get started studying. then I'm grand. The flood gates have now been opened.

600 points here I come.

Haha, no way. I do not care for points, once I get what I want, then I'm happy. Don't let yourself get caught up in that kind of malarkey, it disturbs people in my opinion.

We had to write a satire piece for English, and I wrote mine on . . . Celebrity Humanitarians! Which pretty much turned into 'Bono is a pompous tool'. Yeah the people of Ghana are starving and need blankets. Blankets U2's hotel could easily provide, no?

Some people just defy logic in my opinion.

And on the subject of irritating people; people who stop in the middle of the hall! They actually deserve to be shot for holding up the whole place. My timekeeping skills are bad enough as they are without further hinderances, thank you very much.

I can't wait for teach mhuire to get tables and chairs, because the floor is dusty, and dust is hard to get off tights. But as a whole, teach mhuire is nice.

Linkage time;

I realise this is a really well known song, and I'm probably not introducing the majority of people to something new, but it's a great song.

Portugal is not Spain. Good girl.

pondering

2009-09-07T12:26:00.000-07:00

So, today in religion class, we had to write down our 'motto', something we believe in. So I came up with 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return'.

And that really got me thinking, what is love?

People say it all the time, yet rarely mean it, we're all guilty of it, myself included. Like, I say I LOVE my new scarf. But I don't, not really.

Why do people throw it around like it's nothing? Because it isn't. Love is the furthest from nothing anything could possibly be. Love is everything. Everything.

From today on, I vow, I shall use 'love' only it's in true context. I'll try anyway, because manners of speech are tough habits to break.

But, on the other hand, it's not said enough. Often people leave it too late to tell someone they love them. I will not let that happen to me.

People deserve to know they're cared about, loved. Because you'd want to hear it wouldn't you?

How do people even know when they're in love? How do I know? It's just a feeling that comes over time. You don't wake up two months into a relationship and decide you're in love with someone. It just . . happens. And when it does, it's the greatest feeling in the world. And to have it returned?

I am a true romantic at heart. Always.

I'm sorry for going off on a philosophical rant, but it had to be said, in my opinion.

On a more light handed note, 500 Days of Summer is out tomorrow I think xD Must go and see that, The Gube in a film that's actually in the cinema? Shock horror. There's quite a lot of good films coming soon, Avatar, Dorian Gray, Holmes. All my cups of tea.

I had another crazy dream last night. Where I lived in this old dingy house that kinda reminded of a hospital with this man, who loved beans, and at tins and tins of beans every single day. But he was a serial killer. I only very vaguely remember it, it wasn't a nice dream anyway.

I know it's ages away, but I can't wait for Halloween! I'm quite the fan of Halloween.

I'm not really feeling my new layout, but I couldn't find a floral background ANYWHERE. No matter how many different things I searched in google. Anyone have any ideas? No?

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new layout. new blog

2009-09-04T11:52:00.000-07:00

So, yesterday bebo changed all profiles to the new layout. I am so angry about this. I want to be able to keep the old layout. I was so angry, I went and made a facebook. Though I'm not sure what to make of it yet.

First week of sixth year over and done with. I'm feeling the stress a little tbh. It'll be fine once study starts monday, I can get a bit of a routin going.

Have to research dragons over the weekend for art, I'm not feeling quite so anxious about the art exam anymore, I think I can kind of twist the theme to suit me.

I got my Senior Prefect badge today! Yay!

I am quite liking farmville on facebook though!

Short post, apologies.

meet me at platform 9 and 3/4

2009-09-01T12:17:00.000-07:00

if only.

so, today was the first 'proper' day of sixth year, and it was actually great. Well, most of it. Not so great was the getting up early, then thinking today was Monday when it was actully Tuesday and brining the wrong books. that wasn't so great.

New Irish tacher; I expect it all to work out ine. Because having a bad attitude to things doesn't make them any better, in fact, I find it makes them worse.

I have two fancy new lockers, that I don't have to beat my folders into. Relief.

But I have a confession. I'm feeling a little left behind. People are going away to college and I'm not. I'm just still here. And I know it's my last year, and that TY was my decision. And I do not regret TY at all, but at the same time . . y'know.

Hands up who's hoping for UCC? Hopefully some. Not that I don't want new friends, not at all. I just want a familiar comfort.

We had a special class about 'swine flu and coughing etiquette' today. Load of balls in my opinion. Although, knowing my luck, I'll get swine flu over the Christmas holidays or something. Speaking of Christmas, I saw a Christmas episode of The Simpsons today, I got all excited. Then I remembered it's September. Bummer.

I'm not worried about exams. Well, maybe art a little, because there's no real . . freedom. The exam will be so specific. "Design a brochure for a golf tournament" or something along those lines. I could never do that. Too practical. I really wanted to try my hand at maybe some navy themed kinda stuff, anchors and pin ups and all that. But how would I relate it to golf or some other mundane theme?

That was kinda the only hiccup though.

SOMEONE BUY ME THE PANDA JUMPER FROM TOPSHOP.

I can't wait to go to London babes.

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eye test tomorrow

2009-08-30T11:36:00.000-07:00

I love her.

Bluegrass

2009-08-30T09:19:00.000-07:00

Oh gosh, it was such good fun!

I really enjoyed it. Best of all was I wore a floral playsuit, and it did not look horrendous. It was surprisingly flattering. Not so good was ripping my fabulous mustard yellow tights that I have litterally been looking for for like months. Grrrrrr. Not impressed.

I also made a name for myself as a matchmaker, and set up two couples. Go me! The other two managed to find boys all on their own. So happy happy fun time for them. Of course, the down side to this was I was left sitting there like a plank while they all ate the face of each other. My plan slightly backfired.

But all was not lost, because I happened to be sitting next to a very nice family from Dublin. And I talked to the mammy for well over an hour, about dogs, Ikea and the Northside. So I enjoyed myself there! And then Jess and I went for chips, and I have never been served so fast in a chipper. Though they were spreading the batter for the sausages fairly thin, bit yucky.

Then this morning it was off to Dunmore beach for a swim for Jess and I. The othersdid not join, they observed. Lol. After much screaming and jumping we finally got up to shoulder height in the water, and swam a good bit, worked off all the chips.

Then Amy and I made a fry, it was lovely. The dog enjoyed eating all the sausages I let fall behind the cooker.

My God this is a boring post, I'm not even giving any opinions. I'm just recounting my evening. Sorry guys.

Oh! Big news! The mugs that Amy and I painted when we were in Galway came today! They're looking mighty fine. I look forward to my after inner cup of tea out of it.

Back to scoil tmw. Meet the new Irish teacher, not looking forward to that. Seriously. I mean, it's so typical that I finally get a really brilliant teacher and she decides to go back to college for herself.

Also, Inglorious Basterds, what a film. Easily my favourite Tarantino film so far. Though I felt the soundtrack was a little random, and didn't always fit the scene. That scene in the bar was fantastic, it was so long and drawn out yet held my interest. It was a little gruesome, but it's Tarantino, what do you expect in all fairness?

I adore strawberries.

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tuesday

2009-08-28T03:14:00.000-07:00

will be my first 'official' day as a sixth year. wow.
my secondary school years have gone incredibly fast, but at the same time it's hard to remember what actually happened before third year.

ahh first year, un-straightened hair, middle crease, those weird platform shoes everyone used to buy in clarks (what was I thinking, honestly?)

I am now a sixth year, and I hope my appearance has significantly improved for the better.
I couldn't be happier going into sixth year, my life is so perfect atm. Great family, great friends, great boyfriend, great everything really.

I'm not worried about the Leaving Cert, tbh. I will not allow myself to panic, but at the same time I won't rest on my laurels. Despite them being a good place to rest.

brb

*tea break*

back. where was I? Oh yes, sixth year.

This is my last year, I plan on making it a good one. I plan on making positive changes, to really try and listen in maths, and to remember my PE stuff every Thursday.

Tuesday I move into Teach Mhuire, an official sixth thing. And honestly, despite some good times at 'the table', I will be glad to leave it behind. Too much drama associated with it. There will be no drama this year. I have grown and matured over the past five years, and no longer have time for silly people. They're just so not worth it, y'know?

On a totally different note, I have debating over whether or not to get a straight fringe. I have not fully decided. I more than likely will get one at my next haircut, then push it out of my face as is my habit.

This time next it will hopefully be off to University College Cork for me. And the next great stage of my life will begin.

I have a crazy dream last night where Sandy lost all her bones so I could tack her. I pray it was just a normal dream, and not a glimpse of the future. That would dampen my beginning of term spirits.

My final vow for this school year, is to actually finish paintings. Even non school ones.

oh my gosh

2009-08-27T12:52:00.000-07:00

i adore . .

2009-08-27T11:24:00.000-07:00

tea
hello kitty

good grammar and spelling
love
futurama

yellow

faux fur coats

dr martens

robert pattinson

kisses

hugs

octopus tree

earrings

bracelets

shoes

dress & skirts

pin ups

books

BREFFNI

writing

painting

winning
miami ink

photos

charity shops

parka coats

winter

summer

scarves

Sandy

frames

Queen

iPod

twilight

cinema popcorn

chips (in the weird voice)

rain

sand

The Gube

stormy beaches

limewire

Heartbeats

violin

rugby

magic

MLIA

heart shaped glasses

Criminal Minds

bebo

flowers

love letters

cardigan

Paris

back to school

2009-08-26T11:47:00.000-07:00

that time already. fastest summer ever.

but it was a really good summer (:

can't waiitttt to meet the new first years, drink smell kid and tourettes kid may have a run for their money. though i don't think tourette's kid could run anywhere, he's kinda hunch backed.

anyway.

my last ever first day of school.

wow.

i no longer have a drain on my resources

2009-08-22T14:00:00.000-07:00

debs are over. all two of them. two would have been fine,

had they not been one day after another.

but it was brilliant, both of them.

the dressing up was so fun, and the dancing, and the table chat. not so good was black feet from dirty floors and kid rock. but you can't have everything.

also, i got my first blog comment (thank you jamie)

i didn't think people really commented on blogs

i am wrong apparently.

yay pictures!

ps. is brown a bad type colour?

last night

2009-08-20T05:58:00.000-07:00

I worked. for a PRIESTS REUNION.

I felt like I had to watch everything I said.

"Would you like some tea father?"

"I'd LOVE some tea."

I'm disappointed I didn't get to say, "Ahh go on, go on, go on."

today.

2009-08-19T09:13:00.000-07:00

Mkay, so i'm all enthusiastic about this atm, but I don't expect it to last. Unless I have something really important to say. Which I don't always. I wish I did.
I have opinions.
Strong ones.
Today was a pretty ordinary day, woke up, had to polish. It rained, imagine that. Working tonighttt, shouldn't be too bad.
My new obsession is now Make Me A Supermodel, Colin ftw.
Slán
x

book review

2009-08-19T08:05:00.001-07:00

I'm going to start posting a few of these, they're pretty fun to do, might submit a few to magazines or something.

Title: Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Author: Louis De Bernieres

Publisher: Vintahe

Rating: aaaa

Review: Although it starts off a little slow, and is steeped in description of the idyllic Greek island of Cephallonia, this novel blooms into a beautiful and classic love story. The minor characters, the drunken priest, the strongman, the unconvetional soldier, are just as well developed as the leads, Antonio and Pelagia. As the outside world descends into chaos as WW2 spreads, the novel becomes darker, told from many different perspectives. The novel challenges the reader's view point on war, history and conventional love. I found this to be a genuinely moving book, which stays with the reader long after the final pages.

Quote: "He let his rifle rust, even lost it once or twice, but he won battles armed only with a mandolin"

Buy it here: http://www.amazon.com/Corellis-Mandolin-Novel-Louis-Berni%C3%A8res/dp/067976397X

debs

2009-08-19T07:58:00.000-07:00

it's tomorrow. quite excited tbh. hoping it won't rain and/or be windy.
but let's be realistic.
it probably will be.
although, once I don't look like these poor fools, I'll be perfectly fine.