There was a time I didn't like college all that much and I decided that I needed to do something, to change it.
So I joined up with a group of people on campus who liked to dress up, tell stories and spend hours in a darkened space trying to make a new world. Sometimes we're pretentious wankers, sometimes we are so good we don't need modesty, other times we do the best with what we have.
This evening, I remembered a Dramat house party I went to a very long time ago- I sat on a bed until 3am eating digestive biscuits with some people and I tried my best to fit in with a group of people who prize themselves in not fitting in with anyone. Needless to say the safest bet was to stay sober to achieve this ultimate goal.
After that night I felt included, not at all intimidated and proud of myself for not shying away from the situation.
Some of the people that I met that evening and ate biscuits with are now my closest friends. How very strange..... and gay.
Her new song cause I miss her!
Friday
I really should be
packing.
Next week we move and this weekend I go to the homestead, I should be motivated, feel the need to put things in bags, label things, fold things. Usually this kind of stuff excites me greatly- I should clearly be bullied more often.
Not today though.
Today I prefer to sit here- staring at the room, if I concentrate all my energy into staring the room will pack itself.... I don't know why I didn't think of this three years ago.
Once Moving Day (MD) is over everything will be fine again. Just fine.
I was supposed to be more ladylike today, that was the plan, I am supposed to be all about the girl activities, it's what my mother would love to see- but it was just ruined by the anonymous text I just received: "Hey, I have a screw driver and paint belonging to you."
Once a tomboy always a tomboy...
Next week we move and this weekend I go to the homestead, I should be motivated, feel the need to put things in bags, label things, fold things. Usually this kind of stuff excites me greatly- I should clearly be bullied more often.
Not today though.
Today I prefer to sit here- staring at the room, if I concentrate all my energy into staring the room will pack itself.... I don't know why I didn't think of this three years ago.
Once Moving Day (MD) is over everything will be fine again. Just fine.
I was supposed to be more ladylike today, that was the plan, I am supposed to be all about the girl activities, it's what my mother would love to see- but it was just ruined by the anonymous text I just received: "Hey, I have a screw driver and paint belonging to you."
Once a tomboy always a tomboy...
Thursday
The scariest thing to happen before 11am...
"We could be best friends forever if I marry your baby brother", utters the best friend lying in the bed beside me. At this point in the story I should reply with "over my dead body".
But she was always the literal of the two of us.
But she was always the literal of the two of us.
Wednesday
Don't Blame it on The Weather.
Yesterday I walked into town. The bathroom sink needed a plunger, I needed food and the house needed a break from me pacing the floors trying to retain archaeological information. As I trotted in along Western Rd I met a man who fell into step with me. It was sort of awkward in so far as I didn't know him, I had headphones in my ears and I really didn't need a town companion. After the first minute I realised he was there to stay, so I removed one earphone, the one in the ear closest to my new best friend.
"Very dull isn't it?" he says when he realises he has my attention. For a heart stopping moment I thought he meant my outfit. It was true, I had not gone to any great effort in my attire, I had showered, brushed my hair and I had wore reasonably clean clothes. This was not something I was about to defend to Mr. Stranger.
"Pardon?" was the tentative response I found myself ask."The weather, it's getting very dull again." "Oh, yeah. It is abit alright- I'd say we are gonna get rain", I muster now that I realise he hasn't insulted me. I was happy in my improvisation considering I had no intention of speaking on my journey.
My fellow stroller wasn't too pleased with my assumption however. "Jesus, I hope not, that would be awful." Before I know it Mr. Man has walked on and then crosses the road. If I hadn't been so surprised by the verbal onslaught I may have adopted and kept a complex from the experience.
Instead I make a promise. From now on when people begin a conversation with me, even if I know them, I feign a lack of the English language.
Everyone is a winner.
"Very dull isn't it?" he says when he realises he has my attention. For a heart stopping moment I thought he meant my outfit. It was true, I had not gone to any great effort in my attire, I had showered, brushed my hair and I had wore reasonably clean clothes. This was not something I was about to defend to Mr. Stranger.
"Pardon?" was the tentative response I found myself ask."The weather, it's getting very dull again." "Oh, yeah. It is abit alright- I'd say we are gonna get rain", I muster now that I realise he hasn't insulted me. I was happy in my improvisation considering I had no intention of speaking on my journey.
My fellow stroller wasn't too pleased with my assumption however. "Jesus, I hope not, that would be awful." Before I know it Mr. Man has walked on and then crosses the road. If I hadn't been so surprised by the verbal onslaught I may have adopted and kept a complex from the experience.
Instead I make a promise. From now on when people begin a conversation with me, even if I know them, I feign a lack of the English language.
Everyone is a winner.
Monday
overheardindublin.com
Charity worker: "Can you spare a minute..."
Guy: "Do you think I'd be wearing these clothes if I could afford to give you money?"
overheard in dublin....
"If you don't stop crying I'll sell you on ebay!"
Guy: "Do you think I'd be wearing these clothes if I could afford to give you money?"
overheard in dublin....
"If you don't stop crying I'll sell you on ebay!"
Sunday
The Day of Rest
When I am at home in parent land Sunday is my favourite day. It means mass, breakfast, Sunday papers, Top Gear and making a terrible desert that we will all pretend to enjoy. After the desert is digested (or brought back up), my parents usually go for a walk- cause they like each other. Myself and the siblings will stay at home and watch bad television or play cards in the violent Guiry way. It usually results in mutilated cutlery and at least one family member sporting a new bite mark. But it's all in good fun. We're just like the Waltons,bar the dungarees and the incestuous undertones.
This week I am in Cork and in an attempt to recreate the Guiry Sunday I have used all the same ingredients, however the day is ending up in a total bust and I think it is time to retreat to the brothers abode in the hope that I can attack him with a fork or something.
This week I am in Cork and in an attempt to recreate the Guiry Sunday I have used all the same ingredients, however the day is ending up in a total bust and I think it is time to retreat to the brothers abode in the hope that I can attack him with a fork or something.
Saturday
The definitions, events, trials and tribulations of the week....
When one is bored one finds ways of amusing ones self (easy now...). I am a self confessed amatuer hairdresser- people leave me alone for long enough and I will cut my hair, or tidy the kitchen. The latter is under control, the housemates are occasionally grateful and I am my mother's secret favourite. I can tell.
Last night/this morning at 4am I could not sleep, I could not listen to music, my room was tody, I had no desire to study, so I did what any normal 22 year would do under the circumstances. I cut my hair. Just a little bit mind, don't want to make a dogs dinner of it or anything. I wish I could say that is desire only occurs in dribs and drabs and that i infact never give into the urges- this is not the case. I would estimate that I take out the scissors to the fringe at least once a fortnight. My parents are understandably confused as to what this hobby will possibly lead to. My father has suggested I clip the dogs coats and stay the fuck away from my hair as I dye it so much too much touching of it could lead to it falling out and a bowling ball effect (that is a PJ Guiry direct quote, these a rare- very difficult to pin down an actual meaning, but this tiime I think I get it). In other words my parents would like normalcy to reign over me and my head of hair. Maybe Peter Mark would hire me...
SHAKESPEARE..... "Billy Bob "the shack" Shakespeare is a 1970's pornograohic director from Galway, he dealt mostly in the farm animal theme and his influences were....." My exam went that well.
Shopping for shampoo + karma resulted from calling your (adoreable) friend a midget and retard in the same sentence leads to.... a messy handbag when the bottle explodes and saturates all other food items in the bag. God watches out for his favourites.
Last night/this morning at 4am I could not sleep, I could not listen to music, my room was tody, I had no desire to study, so I did what any normal 22 year would do under the circumstances. I cut my hair. Just a little bit mind, don't want to make a dogs dinner of it or anything. I wish I could say that is desire only occurs in dribs and drabs and that i infact never give into the urges- this is not the case. I would estimate that I take out the scissors to the fringe at least once a fortnight. My parents are understandably confused as to what this hobby will possibly lead to. My father has suggested I clip the dogs coats and stay the fuck away from my hair as I dye it so much too much touching of it could lead to it falling out and a bowling ball effect (that is a PJ Guiry direct quote, these a rare- very difficult to pin down an actual meaning, but this tiime I think I get it). In other words my parents would like normalcy to reign over me and my head of hair. Maybe Peter Mark would hire me...
SHAKESPEARE..... "Billy Bob "the shack" Shakespeare is a 1970's pornograohic director from Galway, he dealt mostly in the farm animal theme and his influences were....." My exam went that well.
Shopping for shampoo + karma resulted from calling your (adoreable) friend a midget and retard in the same sentence leads to.... a messy handbag when the bottle explodes and saturates all other food items in the bag. God watches out for his favourites.
Tuesday
No frontiers
I am so Irish that I cannot walk around in hot weather. Today I spent some quality time (we call it QT) with my youngest brother in town, the sun was shining we are happy with our lot in life and I made sure to walk in the shade as often as possible. I have a tendency to fall down if I provoke the sun.
Precautions did nothing for me. I waited patiently in South Doc this evening from 10.30pm onwards to get some medicine to stop the sun stroking that was occuring, The room was spinning, children were crying, my head was and still is relatuvely tight and that doctor called me claire guiney....
Precautions did nothing for me. I waited patiently in South Doc this evening from 10.30pm onwards to get some medicine to stop the sun stroking that was occuring, The room was spinning, children were crying, my head was and still is relatuvely tight and that doctor called me claire guiney....
Thursday
Cork it Disco Pigs (ooooh intelligent....)
First exam over with and I feel pretty happy about the whole thing. I would have liked another hour to ramble on with my amazing points, but my genius was being rushed. I was in seat 152 in kampus kitchen. Row K. The guy sitting across from me was not happy during the exam... he coughed, he shuffled in his seat, he removed his hat countless times to touch his hair and he tapped on the desk. Then something dawned on me as I watched him.
I HAD BEEN WATCHING HIM FOR FAR TOO LONG DURING A 90 MINUTES EXAM.
Why do I even bother....
I HAD BEEN WATCHING HIM FOR FAR TOO LONG DURING A 90 MINUTES EXAM.
Why do I even bother....
Tuesday
Attack of the bread
Walking around the Lough puts things into perspective. We admired the swans, the ducks, the cute boys playing football and also the amount of bread people throw into the lake. We saw to BAGUETTES. I mean seriously, they were demi baguettes (working in Tesco means that no dust holds on me- a ho ho ho, just bobbing along happy out. It's something we all do- hot chicken roll, caught up in our environment... we put 2 and 2 together and we fling the baguette out into the sea (sort of).
Or perhaps it was some class of a weapon...
Maybe the swan started it, called the baguettien's mother a hoe, or something of that persausion. Maybe there was jeering involved... and bam the bread is launched similar to a missile.
Whatever the case is- I'm bringing my bread maker up tomorrow.
Or perhaps it was some class of a weapon...
Maybe the swan started it, called the baguettien's mother a hoe, or something of that persausion. Maybe there was jeering involved... and bam the bread is launched similar to a missile.
Whatever the case is- I'm bringing my bread maker up tomorrow.
Friday
cigarettes are bad
That is what I try to tell best friend girl #1 when she smokes at the backdoor of the house- it makes the kitchen cold,with the backdoor open it knocks over the rubbish- which in turns slips out onto the floor... potential obsticle course if ever we had one.
Which means I should regret purchasing aforementioned smoke sticks today... I should feel bad about smoking them too....
But I don't
Which means I should regret purchasing aforementioned smoke sticks today... I should feel bad about smoking them too....
But I don't
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