Nutella Induced Delerium

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

The Waffle House

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.

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

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

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.

Today was a nice day

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

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.

"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

Apologies

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.
Comment lovelies.

Tranny says WHAT?!

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

La-la-la London

London was wonderful. Crowded and fashionable.

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

Au Revoir

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

Watch this space.

today

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

sky is broken

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

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

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

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

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

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

is feidir linn

achey muscles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

shorty

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

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

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

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

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

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