Delicious

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

Pictureless Post

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

The day has finally come.

Day 03 → Your favourite television program.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

“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

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

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

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

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

We're All Alright

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.

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

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

Blah Blah Blah

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

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

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

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

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.