I am working in the Connolly Building ALL DAY- how wonderful and soul crushingly fantastic is that?
With the start of the Summer comes my reading list, which I must revise as it was written at Christmas time and it would seem that I have read most of what I had planned to in the next two months. I brought number eight in the "Series of Unfortunate Events" with me to work. As far as I am concerned everyone in the world who is or might become an orphan should read these books, they may depress you, but they will also help you deal with snake bites, evil relatives and leech's. My favourite character is the eldest daughter Violet- she invents things when she ties her hair up. I wish I invented things when I tied my hair up.
Today is my favourite kind of weather day- it is nice and Sunny but there is this nice cool breeze, so the air is awful and heavy. I hate when it is so hot it isn't nice to go outside. I believe the meteorological term for such things is "yucky".
On Wednesday I move out of the Manor and head home to Waterford for a couple of days to sort out all the rubbish I have accumulated in the last year before moving back up to Spice. I am not buying ANYTHING this Summer.
Well..... you know.. bar the new Harry Potter- am not an animal after all.
Monday
Thursday
Try the new caramel McFlurry yet? Not to shabby......
examinations ceased being a problem for me this evening as of 6pm. I handed up that paper like a son of bitch... then wanted it back almost immediately for fear it was ridiculous wrong- as in all of it.
I start fighting the terrorists (aka: working in the airport- information desk) on the 5th of June. But now I wish I was going home! What is that about? Last year I didn't want to miss a breath of Cork City- it'll take a week or two but I'll get into it. Am spending a Summer of love in Spice with Ali, Katie and Sarah. The sun better stay shining like it did throughout the exams.
I spent much of the evening talking about cars and insurance, as you do when you turn into an old woman for apparently no reason. I have come to the conclusion that everything we want and need in this world is far too expensive and what we can afford is absolute shite- therefore from now on I propose anyone who makes a little extra cash during the week give it to me and never mind trying to buy any form of happiness with it because it won't work. But if you give it to me I will be wonderfully gracious and I will also possibly do a little money dance which will allow for hours of entertainment for the dancer and the dancee.
Watching planes today- trying to decide which one I will borrow from the airport, they can just take the rental fee out of my wages- seems like an investment if you ask me.....
examinations ceased being a problem for me this evening as of 6pm. I handed up that paper like a son of bitch... then wanted it back almost immediately for fear it was ridiculous wrong- as in all of it.
I start fighting the terrorists (aka: working in the airport- information desk) on the 5th of June. But now I wish I was going home! What is that about? Last year I didn't want to miss a breath of Cork City- it'll take a week or two but I'll get into it. Am spending a Summer of love in Spice with Ali, Katie and Sarah. The sun better stay shining like it did throughout the exams.
I spent much of the evening talking about cars and insurance, as you do when you turn into an old woman for apparently no reason. I have come to the conclusion that everything we want and need in this world is far too expensive and what we can afford is absolute shite- therefore from now on I propose anyone who makes a little extra cash during the week give it to me and never mind trying to buy any form of happiness with it because it won't work. But if you give it to me I will be wonderfully gracious and I will also possibly do a little money dance which will allow for hours of entertainment for the dancer and the dancee.
Watching planes today- trying to decide which one I will borrow from the airport, they can just take the rental fee out of my wages- seems like an investment if you ask me.....
There are four, possibly five flies swarming around my living-room. This cannot be a good thing can it? Erin has gone to bed, Cat is working the night shift, Jones is gone out socialising and Chris abandoned us all for "work placement". I sit here....... hoping that although what I should be studying is in another window it will somehow be transported to my brain, some kind of osmosis...... cough.
I loved this house, family, manor. For the first time in a long time I felt comfortable and comforted when I came home. I loved the fact that my friends were a tap on a bedroom door away. It is great- I'm past tensing it because I am thinking about moving out next week.
I should be studying the technological development of medieval Europe. I should know about the evolution of gun powder and ship rudders- but I don't. I might in twelve hours, but not right now.
Erin and I have taken to late night strolls. starting off at 11.30pm and just walking until we can justify stopping. The procrastination period has hit an obvious all time high this season. Last night we walked up hills, down alley ways and browsed the streets of Cork that we were not familiar with..... it was really strange, I had never seen the department of Music before. The things you learn when you take the time.
I should turn off the tv, turn down the music and hit the hay. I need to focus for tomorrow- it is my LAST EXAM and I need to ready, this exam is the one that has to make me one hundred percent positive..... it really does.
I loved this house, family, manor. For the first time in a long time I felt comfortable and comforted when I came home. I loved the fact that my friends were a tap on a bedroom door away. It is great- I'm past tensing it because I am thinking about moving out next week.
I should be studying the technological development of medieval Europe. I should know about the evolution of gun powder and ship rudders- but I don't. I might in twelve hours, but not right now.
Erin and I have taken to late night strolls. starting off at 11.30pm and just walking until we can justify stopping. The procrastination period has hit an obvious all time high this season. Last night we walked up hills, down alley ways and browsed the streets of Cork that we were not familiar with..... it was really strange, I had never seen the department of Music before. The things you learn when you take the time.
I should turn off the tv, turn down the music and hit the hay. I need to focus for tomorrow- it is my LAST EXAM and I need to ready, this exam is the one that has to make me one hundred percent positive..... it really does.
Wednesday
Friday
Irish Rock Art anyone?
It always interested me- I swear- I mean who wouldn't wanna know why some idiot vandalised NewGrange, of Loughcrew, Coomasaharn or Clonfinlough? I for one take a special thrill in knowing that these people could have been taking notes, wanting to give us insight into their lives before we came along and covered the country in Tayto bags... Or I am being sarcastic and lent has taught me nothing. Six of one half dozen of the other I say....
I am concerned about these two exams, I worry that my brain will not pick up the pace and tell me about the Jomon people when I beg it to. God bless Waffling I say.
And then of course we have Thomas Davis, Isaac Butt and Sheridan Le Fanu afterwards..... pack of wankers if ever I saw them...... or read about them, or studied their ugly faces. I DON'T CARE THAT YOU THINK WE AREN'T AS SMART AS THE BRITISH... well, I do, like, but it isn't in my top five things to do today.......
Ah- when this is all over I will take up drinking during the day......
It always interested me- I swear- I mean who wouldn't wanna know why some idiot vandalised NewGrange, of Loughcrew, Coomasaharn or Clonfinlough? I for one take a special thrill in knowing that these people could have been taking notes, wanting to give us insight into their lives before we came along and covered the country in Tayto bags... Or I am being sarcastic and lent has taught me nothing. Six of one half dozen of the other I say....
I am concerned about these two exams, I worry that my brain will not pick up the pace and tell me about the Jomon people when I beg it to. God bless Waffling I say.
And then of course we have Thomas Davis, Isaac Butt and Sheridan Le Fanu afterwards..... pack of wankers if ever I saw them...... or read about them, or studied their ugly faces. I DON'T CARE THAT YOU THINK WE AREN'T AS SMART AS THE BRITISH... well, I do, like, but it isn't in my top five things to do today.......
Ah- when this is all over I will take up drinking during the day......
I could have been massively important in another life but we will never know.
I had a busy week full of all the worries of the stupid student. Firstly, my credit card- I knew it was maxed out, they knew it was maxed out and Mr. Credit Card certainly was aware that he had put on weight... so then why did BOI up my limit to €500 without telling me? This scares a person with a weak constitution. I have a serious fear of bank clerks, I believe them to be trolls and my experience in the last week has not changed such thoughts.
Me walking cautiously towards the sliding glass window of doom, making no eye contact, troll bank woman #1, knowing full well I was a poverty induced student looked like the metaphorical cat who got the cream.....
ME: "Hi..... I was just wondering if I could speak to someone with reference to my bank account please?"
Troll: "Well before we do anything so I will need your bank account number won't I?!"
Me: "Sure, it's ..........."
Troll: "Oh right I see now... yes- what is the problem?"
Me: "Well I have no problem really, only that I would like yo close the overdraft on my account and I would like to discuss my loan payments with someone, if I could just make an appointment please?"
Troll: "Not possible until I have gone through all your details I'm afraid" (for the record I know she wasn't afraid.....)
Me: "Well all my bank details should be right in front of you, along with the asides I have..."
Troll: "Right give me a minute so please"
So she scuttles off into her cave and I stand there waiting to hear the worst, perhaps the bank manager has arrived to kick me out of the bank for being a laughing stock? Perhaps they know about the loan arrears and wish to have me communicate with the fishes? Maybe they know how poor I actually am and want me to wash floors and be the bank slave for the rest of my life? With all these thoughts running through my head it wasn't hard to imagine that I would not notice the troll-like thing returning. She looks at me through the glass with the same apprehension I give myself every morning and then she begins to type furiously....... Why is she taking so long?
Troll: "Ciara I will need to see your atm card, you seem to be very unsure of your bank details."
Me: "Pardon? I just told you my bank account number! I verified my address and asked to make an appointment. If it's too much trouble I can ring my branch to arrange a meeting there."
Troll: "Are you currently holding a student account?"
Me: "Yes..."
Troll: "Right well I think it would be best if you came back tomorrow to arrange a meeting"
Exasperated I turn to leave and catch a glimpse of troll woman and newt like man beside her exchanging smirks. I take one step back to the counter and see the flashing "what did you think of my service today?" the rebel in me pressed on the "very poor" switch.
Ha... that learned her....
I had a busy week full of all the worries of the stupid student. Firstly, my credit card- I knew it was maxed out, they knew it was maxed out and Mr. Credit Card certainly was aware that he had put on weight... so then why did BOI up my limit to €500 without telling me? This scares a person with a weak constitution. I have a serious fear of bank clerks, I believe them to be trolls and my experience in the last week has not changed such thoughts.
Me walking cautiously towards the sliding glass window of doom, making no eye contact, troll bank woman #1, knowing full well I was a poverty induced student looked like the metaphorical cat who got the cream.....
ME: "Hi..... I was just wondering if I could speak to someone with reference to my bank account please?"
Troll: "Well before we do anything so I will need your bank account number won't I?!"
Me: "Sure, it's ..........."
Troll: "Oh right I see now... yes- what is the problem?"
Me: "Well I have no problem really, only that I would like yo close the overdraft on my account and I would like to discuss my loan payments with someone, if I could just make an appointment please?"
Troll: "Not possible until I have gone through all your details I'm afraid" (for the record I know she wasn't afraid.....)
Me: "Well all my bank details should be right in front of you, along with the asides I have..."
Troll: "Right give me a minute so please"
So she scuttles off into her cave and I stand there waiting to hear the worst, perhaps the bank manager has arrived to kick me out of the bank for being a laughing stock? Perhaps they know about the loan arrears and wish to have me communicate with the fishes? Maybe they know how poor I actually am and want me to wash floors and be the bank slave for the rest of my life? With all these thoughts running through my head it wasn't hard to imagine that I would not notice the troll-like thing returning. She looks at me through the glass with the same apprehension I give myself every morning and then she begins to type furiously....... Why is she taking so long?
Troll: "Ciara I will need to see your atm card, you seem to be very unsure of your bank details."
Me: "Pardon? I just told you my bank account number! I verified my address and asked to make an appointment. If it's too much trouble I can ring my branch to arrange a meeting there."
Troll: "Are you currently holding a student account?"
Me: "Yes..."
Troll: "Right well I think it would be best if you came back tomorrow to arrange a meeting"
Exasperated I turn to leave and catch a glimpse of troll woman and newt like man beside her exchanging smirks. I take one step back to the counter and see the flashing "what did you think of my service today?" the rebel in me pressed on the "very poor" switch.
Ha... that learned her....
I write mostly on Hotel Paper........ Michelle Branch- good album, I give it 4 stars.
Eurovision is going to hit the television this evening, I actually quite like the Dervish entry..... Tell no-one that was said.
There is this match making festival or something on in Galway this weekend, apparently that is where the majority of single people find themselves, Galway. Maybe it's because it's so pretty there that people do not lust after flesh.... or, perhaps they are all just really ugly.
I'm listening to the radio at work, Today FM to be more precise with you, I used to listen to the radio all the time before I came to college, I had a real soft spot for Ryan Tubirdy on 2FM in the mornings, but then he left turned into an adulterous bastard and sold out to television, my opinion of him has somewhat changed since then.
Have I gloated to you about my O2 magic? They email me a €50 voucher for my loyalty, I can spend the voucher online in the O2 shop. So like any normal person I went through my change bowl in my room and when I had accumulated €9 I went to the bank, lodged it and then paid said amount off my credit card. Phone costs me under a tenner and I get €80 call credit- I love this country......
Have no exams for a week, this means I can study at a nice pace rather than panic..... doesn't it? Alternatively I could just spend the entire week panicking..... seems far more proactive......
Ha.... when I just did a spell check on this thing Galway was spelt wrong as far as the blogger is concerned and the alternative was Galloway... fancy that....
Eurovision is going to hit the television this evening, I actually quite like the Dervish entry..... Tell no-one that was said.
There is this match making festival or something on in Galway this weekend, apparently that is where the majority of single people find themselves, Galway. Maybe it's because it's so pretty there that people do not lust after flesh.... or, perhaps they are all just really ugly.
I'm listening to the radio at work, Today FM to be more precise with you, I used to listen to the radio all the time before I came to college, I had a real soft spot for Ryan Tubirdy on 2FM in the mornings, but then he left turned into an adulterous bastard and sold out to television, my opinion of him has somewhat changed since then.
Have I gloated to you about my O2 magic? They email me a €50 voucher for my loyalty, I can spend the voucher online in the O2 shop. So like any normal person I went through my change bowl in my room and when I had accumulated €9 I went to the bank, lodged it and then paid said amount off my credit card. Phone costs me under a tenner and I get €80 call credit- I love this country......
Have no exams for a week, this means I can study at a nice pace rather than panic..... doesn't it? Alternatively I could just spend the entire week panicking..... seems far more proactive......
Ha.... when I just did a spell check on this thing Galway was spelt wrong as far as the blogger is concerned and the alternative was Galloway... fancy that....
Tuesday
Definition of a student desperately seeking solace?
She watched clips from last weeks Late Late Show on the RTE website during her student break in the hope that Pat Kenny and guests will start discussing Virginia Woolf, or the Mycenaean society and then it will not all have been for nothing. Why didn't Jane Austen or Woolf or Plath take up archaeology? A little bit of compromise is not too much to ask.......
My exams start in ten hours- I still remain calm about this whole situation, I should obviously be kicked very hard. Most people who have an exam plan on having a good eight hours sleep before the blessed event, but oh not I. Fear not- the all nighter is not in vain, I am actually getting quite a bit done- even if some had no faith. I have two exams on the opening day and I cannot wait until it is over and I can come home and hide in my room, I cannot be present when people start dissecting the exam. I cannot stand when people start asking "and what did you get for that answer?"..... it's why I have the urge to bring a large stick to the exam centre with me.
Oh lord- Colourblind by Counting Crows just came on the ipod, it's a sign from God. The most depressing funeral song ever played as my academic career DIES? Doubtful, a super power such as God would never be as concerned.......
It's really windy outside. I sit at my desk with the curtains open and there is a tree blocking more than half my view into the courtyard, it is shaking, almost like it's nervous about something. Maybe the tree is picking up that exams are here and no-one will smile for the next three weeks. Or maybe said tree is chuckling so hard at all of us that he shakes, or maybe the tree is blowing in the wind......
hmmm... The last lyrics of aforementioned depressing lilt.... "I am fine....."
Fitting..... hopefully
If examing it up in the next short time- good luck...... break academia nuts.....
She watched clips from last weeks Late Late Show on the RTE website during her student break in the hope that Pat Kenny and guests will start discussing Virginia Woolf, or the Mycenaean society and then it will not all have been for nothing. Why didn't Jane Austen or Woolf or Plath take up archaeology? A little bit of compromise is not too much to ask.......
My exams start in ten hours- I still remain calm about this whole situation, I should obviously be kicked very hard. Most people who have an exam plan on having a good eight hours sleep before the blessed event, but oh not I. Fear not- the all nighter is not in vain, I am actually getting quite a bit done- even if some had no faith. I have two exams on the opening day and I cannot wait until it is over and I can come home and hide in my room, I cannot be present when people start dissecting the exam. I cannot stand when people start asking "and what did you get for that answer?"..... it's why I have the urge to bring a large stick to the exam centre with me.
Oh lord- Colourblind by Counting Crows just came on the ipod, it's a sign from God. The most depressing funeral song ever played as my academic career DIES? Doubtful, a super power such as God would never be as concerned.......
It's really windy outside. I sit at my desk with the curtains open and there is a tree blocking more than half my view into the courtyard, it is shaking, almost like it's nervous about something. Maybe the tree is picking up that exams are here and no-one will smile for the next three weeks. Or maybe said tree is chuckling so hard at all of us that he shakes, or maybe the tree is blowing in the wind......
hmmm... The last lyrics of aforementioned depressing lilt.... "I am fine....."
Fitting..... hopefully
If examing it up in the next short time- good luck...... break academia nuts.....
Wednesday
Where the hell is my life going?! It moves way too quickly, not giving me enough time to catch my breath, never mind actually getting anything done- I am pulling an all-night at present moment- essays that need to be done, they do not seem to be doing themselves (even though they have been given more their fair share of time).
The study month has come and gone and I have little if anything to show for it- but I remain quietly confidant... it's the moron in me.
The fact that I am actually listening to itunes, have youtubes open in another window and have CSI on in the background does not let my essay completion ambition any less strong, for in fact I have ANOTHER window open and in that window is 300 words.... 300 words of absolute RUBBISH that will have to be all changed, but I refuse to admit that for the next ten minutes- then it will be 2.30am and God will have done the essay for me, just to put me out of misery.
I watched an entire episode of Lizzie MacGuire today- why am I confessing such a thing? Well, I had never purposefully watched it before, now I can justify that Duff girl being a bezillionaire and why I am going to Penneys for my underwear...... well sometimes I do upgrade to Dunnes, but you get the idea.
I recommend every person watch at least one silent film in their life- random I know, straining off the topic, something I rarely do (!). But I have just finishing re watching Erich Von Stroheim's The Wedding march on youtube. I was into it- very sexual and I don't even think the randy director meant it-that or he is some kind of pervert and we should never speak of him again.
Oh how appropriate Amy Winehouse and "Rehab" has just blared it way through my speakers- no, no, no......... She has alot of facial hair to be made trustworthy- lets just speak the truth.
I have a massive problem with Spanx today.... if you have no idea what I am talking about let me explain- they are underwear that hide the sins on a woman's body. The idea came to this blonde stick insect when she heard oprah whinging about something or other on t.v. and Now she has made over 100 million euro. I suppose I should admire her... or buy her a sandwich.
Oh- ten minutes will be up by the time I upload this thing.... essay- onward and upward I say....
Thank God for spell checker....
The study month has come and gone and I have little if anything to show for it- but I remain quietly confidant... it's the moron in me.
The fact that I am actually listening to itunes, have youtubes open in another window and have CSI on in the background does not let my essay completion ambition any less strong, for in fact I have ANOTHER window open and in that window is 300 words.... 300 words of absolute RUBBISH that will have to be all changed, but I refuse to admit that for the next ten minutes- then it will be 2.30am and God will have done the essay for me, just to put me out of misery.
I watched an entire episode of Lizzie MacGuire today- why am I confessing such a thing? Well, I had never purposefully watched it before, now I can justify that Duff girl being a bezillionaire and why I am going to Penneys for my underwear...... well sometimes I do upgrade to Dunnes, but you get the idea.
I recommend every person watch at least one silent film in their life- random I know, straining off the topic, something I rarely do (!). But I have just finishing re watching Erich Von Stroheim's The Wedding march on youtube. I was into it- very sexual and I don't even think the randy director meant it-that or he is some kind of pervert and we should never speak of him again.
Oh how appropriate Amy Winehouse and "Rehab" has just blared it way through my speakers- no, no, no......... She has alot of facial hair to be made trustworthy- lets just speak the truth.
I have a massive problem with Spanx today.... if you have no idea what I am talking about let me explain- they are underwear that hide the sins on a woman's body. The idea came to this blonde stick insect when she heard oprah whinging about something or other on t.v. and Now she has made over 100 million euro. I suppose I should admire her... or buy her a sandwich.
Oh- ten minutes will be up by the time I upload this thing.... essay- onward and upward I say....
Thank God for spell checker....
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