The air conditioning is making the room really cold... and I am never cold, I think the ghost from under the stairs of my new house has followed me onto campus- which is fair enough- he may have abandonment issues, just like the rest of us.
Ever watched Freedom Writers? It's about writers.... with freedom. They are all apparently 15 year old kids- you know the kid, they look like they're well into their thirties.... and they hate Hilary Swank, then they love Hilary Swank then she lets them all down and spends the last ten minutes winning back their trust in a moving mime damien rice video type way. They wasn't enough death in it.......
And the ice-cream never recovered from our walk to the Movie Club, all in all it was a bust.
Friday
Thursday
I was working in the airport last night until 3am and I was so sad! The Summer comes to an end and so too does the adventure that was Cork International Airport..... I think I love it there. I love the fact that it's never the same and the same conversation will never be held twice.
We took pictures before midnight in order to... look....cool? (it didn't really do anything for our reps it must be said).
After midnight when I found myself alone I do what I usually do- chat with the car park boys and airport police (apfs are hot for me, just fact,like) and then listen to people complain about how crap the Irish bus service is at 2am while urging the Polish flight to hurry up in my mind. With that in mind I have decided to buy an airline called "cheaper than ryanair,happier than aer lingus and faster than bmi" copyright should not be a problem. All I need is the financial backing, crews, staff and a building.
Pat Keohane has competition right here.
When the last plane lands I have to wait for the out bound to, well, fuck off. Then the watchroom (I like to think God lives there) ring me to tell me that I can go.
"We've past it over to Shannon for the night, so you can go home".
How fitting.
We took pictures before midnight in order to... look....cool? (it didn't really do anything for our reps it must be said).
After midnight when I found myself alone I do what I usually do- chat with the car park boys and airport police (apfs are hot for me, just fact,like) and then listen to people complain about how crap the Irish bus service is at 2am while urging the Polish flight to hurry up in my mind. With that in mind I have decided to buy an airline called "cheaper than ryanair,happier than aer lingus and faster than bmi" copyright should not be a problem. All I need is the financial backing, crews, staff and a building.
Pat Keohane has competition right here.
When the last plane lands I have to wait for the out bound to, well, fuck off. Then the watchroom (I like to think God lives there) ring me to tell me that I can go.
"We've past it over to Shannon for the night, so you can go home".
How fitting.
Saturday
Things I'll miss:
The "are you naked Katie?".... just before she enters the room.
Our little bitty landlord being all small about things
The clothes line snapping without notice
The neighbours- particularly Philip. They will miss us too.
Katie opening the door everyday (at around 1pm) and greeting the "morning".
Mandy Moore impersonations.
Hiding the Examiner- They were under the couch or between the couch cushions and wood thing.
Moving around on the couch to maintain the signal on the tv.
Eastenders comment time
Home and Away comment time.
The Muslim!!!!!!!!
The fact that we lived in a lady girl house
The fact that we had a spare room converted into an art studio.
Spencers keen ability to pick up broadband.
The toilet roll famine
The shower
Showering in aforementioned appliance and praying that slippage and broken limbs would not occur.
Getting stuck in the beanbag and not being able to get back up.
Trying to open the letter box with the biggest knife available to us.
The attempt at American Football in the house and on the street.
Katie's random interpretive dance to anything noise worthy.
Her impression of advertisements heard on the television (tone deaf..cough).
Stalking my neighbour who is having an affair.
Being recognised as the only two persons under the age of ninety on the street. Other than the toddlers.
The kids thinking it is cool to use my garden as a DUMP, PLAYGROUND AND SOCIAL RING. I was cool with it like.
The "are you naked Katie?".... just before she enters the room.
Our little bitty landlord being all small about things
The clothes line snapping without notice
The neighbours- particularly Philip. They will miss us too.
Katie opening the door everyday (at around 1pm) and greeting the "morning".
Mandy Moore impersonations.
Hiding the Examiner- They were under the couch or between the couch cushions and wood thing.
Moving around on the couch to maintain the signal on the tv.
Eastenders comment time
Home and Away comment time.
The Muslim!!!!!!!!
The fact that we lived in a lady girl house
The fact that we had a spare room converted into an art studio.
Spencers keen ability to pick up broadband.
The toilet roll famine
The shower
Showering in aforementioned appliance and praying that slippage and broken limbs would not occur.
Getting stuck in the beanbag and not being able to get back up.
Trying to open the letter box with the biggest knife available to us.
The attempt at American Football in the house and on the street.
Katie's random interpretive dance to anything noise worthy.
Her impression of advertisements heard on the television (tone deaf..cough).
Stalking my neighbour who is having an affair.
Being recognised as the only two persons under the age of ninety on the street. Other than the toddlers.
The kids thinking it is cool to use my garden as a DUMP, PLAYGROUND AND SOCIAL RING. I was cool with it like.
Wednesday
I have never been terribly academic and that would be what has led to my downfall- I think....
But I have to study about Bushman Rock art- in caves to be more precise. There is a people called South African Bushmen, or San people who decided that they were bored due to a serious lack of MTV an decided that the best way to spend their days was to draw/paint and engrave randomly on walls, all over the Kalahari desert (post 400AD- naturally). They had numerous process's to create petroglyphs on walls- Pounding (bashing a hard rock off a flat rock surface, it wasn't a tidy process by any means, it was ragged and had a blurry outline) and Pecking is whereby the san people hit one hard stone off another in a hammer chisel type way and that pecked out the ships in the wall....... It is all very fascinating.
But having read about these people in the last couple of hours I cannot go without saying that they are obviously bloody mental. They loved an antelope called an Eland just because it was fat for god say, they thought there was something perfectly fantastical about it- obviously not supporters of the size zero generation. They also had a trance like state that they loved to reach, even though it made them suffer from awful nose bleeds and they looked like plonkers during the trance, kneeling down and bending forward with their arms outstretched behind them and for some unknown reason they had a finger pointing forward.
There is this archaeologist David Lewis Williams (aka: the idiot to wrote too many articles while high) who believes that we cannot understand the art of these people without understanding the people themselves..... yes... quite.
Am perfectly aware that this blog is ridiculously nerdish, but I will not apologise for it.
We must all be educated on the important matters.
But I have to study about Bushman Rock art- in caves to be more precise. There is a people called South African Bushmen, or San people who decided that they were bored due to a serious lack of MTV an decided that the best way to spend their days was to draw/paint and engrave randomly on walls, all over the Kalahari desert (post 400AD- naturally). They had numerous process's to create petroglyphs on walls- Pounding (bashing a hard rock off a flat rock surface, it wasn't a tidy process by any means, it was ragged and had a blurry outline) and Pecking is whereby the san people hit one hard stone off another in a hammer chisel type way and that pecked out the ships in the wall....... It is all very fascinating.
But having read about these people in the last couple of hours I cannot go without saying that they are obviously bloody mental. They loved an antelope called an Eland just because it was fat for god say, they thought there was something perfectly fantastical about it- obviously not supporters of the size zero generation. They also had a trance like state that they loved to reach, even though it made them suffer from awful nose bleeds and they looked like plonkers during the trance, kneeling down and bending forward with their arms outstretched behind them and for some unknown reason they had a finger pointing forward.
There is this archaeologist David Lewis Williams (aka: the idiot to wrote too many articles while high) who believes that we cannot understand the art of these people without understanding the people themselves..... yes... quite.
Am perfectly aware that this blog is ridiculously nerdish, but I will not apologise for it.
We must all be educated on the important matters.
Friday
Ah now....
I just realised that I speak to myself when I am typing, writing and in general doing things.... strange......
I have spent the day reading about prehistoric San Art on the internet and I am still none the wiser on the whole issue, there is no-way I care enough about David Lewis Williams to write a reassuring or convincing 2,000 words. Maybe I should write him a letter and tell him how boring his career is and then attempt to steer him i the right direction... that could be more productive right now....
I changed to Meteor- it was the cheap Michael O Leary streak in me....
Everytime I do a spell check on this thing the abc larky dude tells me that I am spelling internet wrong because I will not give it a capital I..... well I point blank refuse to....
internet,internet,internet,internet,internet....HA
I just realised that I speak to myself when I am typing, writing and in general doing things.... strange......
I have spent the day reading about prehistoric San Art on the internet and I am still none the wiser on the whole issue, there is no-way I care enough about David Lewis Williams to write a reassuring or convincing 2,000 words. Maybe I should write him a letter and tell him how boring his career is and then attempt to steer him i the right direction... that could be more productive right now....
I changed to Meteor- it was the cheap Michael O Leary streak in me....
Everytime I do a spell check on this thing the abc larky dude tells me that I am spelling internet wrong because I will not give it a capital I..... well I point blank refuse to....
internet,internet,internet,internet,internet....HA
Tuesday
I can't sleep- it's 3.30am and I am this close to just starting my day "slightly" on the early. Is that normal?
I finished Harry Potter yesterday morning and I think I spent the last 300 pages sobbing..... how one person can have so much imagination is just amazing, the fact that she knew how it would end even before she finished the first is fantastic. i do envy her the talent. But not the fame or attention she has received in recent years.
I don't know why she had to make everything so difficult for Harry (yes this is a blog about Harry Potter....), as in why did he have to be a orphan, being raised by relatives who didn't love or even like him and barely fed him. I know the descriptions of the Dursleys was sometimes amusing yet I think the fact that they were so horrible mad me hate the life Harry must have had before we met him. But what is even worse is- he didn't have a life before we met him. How much does that suck? I am obviously 12.......
Does that mean though that people who have the more difficult life will end up the successful one? Cause if it is then I am sorted.....
I finished Harry Potter yesterday morning and I think I spent the last 300 pages sobbing..... how one person can have so much imagination is just amazing, the fact that she knew how it would end even before she finished the first is fantastic. i do envy her the talent. But not the fame or attention she has received in recent years.
I don't know why she had to make everything so difficult for Harry (yes this is a blog about Harry Potter....), as in why did he have to be a orphan, being raised by relatives who didn't love or even like him and barely fed him. I know the descriptions of the Dursleys was sometimes amusing yet I think the fact that they were so horrible mad me hate the life Harry must have had before we met him. But what is even worse is- he didn't have a life before we met him. How much does that suck? I am obviously 12.......
Does that mean though that people who have the more difficult life will end up the successful one? Cause if it is then I am sorted.....
While idle online I spent 26euro on a Harry Potter audio book, which is something I really shouldn't have done. It's not that I can't afford it- but I feel that the guilt should have hit me, I should now be cursing myself for my careless spending. But the only reason I am feeling guilty is because I have no guilt.
Who decided that money was going to be important in the first place? I think it is a stupid fixation and when I become leader of the world I will burn all money and we will go back to the good old days of barter- be prepared. I would start raising chickens now to avoid the rush.
Who decided that money was going to be important in the first place? I think it is a stupid fixation and when I become leader of the world I will burn all money and we will go back to the good old days of barter- be prepared. I would start raising chickens now to avoid the rush.
Thursday
No news is good news makes no sense? Is it the fact that we know there is bad news and we don't know the specifics that make us happier? Now don't get me wrong ignorance is bliss for me just as much as you but the whole not knowing the bad but knowing that something is wrong can't be good..... can it?
I think we only listen to what we want to hear anyway and even if we are being told something terrible we take the good out of it and put the nasty thoughts into the back of our minds..... we don't need to dwell on them or some such nonsense.......
The reason "No news is good news" just came into my head? Someone asked me if I had had my exam results yet..........
I think we only listen to what we want to hear anyway and even if we are being told something terrible we take the good out of it and put the nasty thoughts into the back of our minds..... we don't need to dwell on them or some such nonsense.......
The reason "No news is good news" just came into my head? Someone asked me if I had had my exam results yet..........
Monday
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.
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.
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....
Tuesday
I really can't motivate myself to study today- it's terrible! I opened my books, sorted out my pens (do not ask why) and turned on my computer... all ready.
So what stopped me? Did I need to clean the mirror in my bedroom? Did I absolutely have to sort through the newspapers in my room? Did I have to watch Sky News headlines for the second time today? All of the answers are a resounding No....
Oh I could be doomed to failure.....
Then I had to go to work, which is where I am located right now and when the mood to study strikes it will have to beaten back down.... way down, my priorities are the ink cartridges right now. Oh wouldn't Mother be proud.
Best Friend Boy #1 has finished his exams as of yesterday, lucky blighter- am considering having having him taken out, there he was, drunk, in the living room happy out while I tried to understand why Fanny Price was such a wimp- and a wimp she was, or so spark notes tell me.
My brother just text me asking how I was getting on. I replied with "I believe it is the end of the world as we know it in terms of my academic career, I have a temperature of about 300 and I cannot find my house key".
His response:
"Gr8! C U Fri!"
bastard.....
So what stopped me? Did I need to clean the mirror in my bedroom? Did I absolutely have to sort through the newspapers in my room? Did I have to watch Sky News headlines for the second time today? All of the answers are a resounding No....
Oh I could be doomed to failure.....
Then I had to go to work, which is where I am located right now and when the mood to study strikes it will have to beaten back down.... way down, my priorities are the ink cartridges right now. Oh wouldn't Mother be proud.
Best Friend Boy #1 has finished his exams as of yesterday, lucky blighter- am considering having having him taken out, there he was, drunk, in the living room happy out while I tried to understand why Fanny Price was such a wimp- and a wimp she was, or so spark notes tell me.
My brother just text me asking how I was getting on. I replied with "I believe it is the end of the world as we know it in terms of my academic career, I have a temperature of about 300 and I cannot find my house key".
His response:
"Gr8! C U Fri!"
bastard.....
Thursday
I ask alot of those "what would you do to save my life..." kind of questions. I like to test the boundaries of my friendships. It's not a reassurance issue, as I once thought it was. I am merely narrowing down how God plans on endangering my life. It's interesting some of the answers I get.....
Today I work in a basement when the sun is shining and making everyone happy and smiling, in a karmaric world I should be pissed, but I don't actually mind working. I make money and I get to bebo stalk... oh and I "study". I also ring my mother to see how she is in this world. Funny lady that one. "Gimme a minute while I strain the spuds"..... I swear the same thing was said to me when I was seven years old and I wanted her opinion on my 14 plaits that I had weaved into my now aching scalp....
Some things will never change and for that... I am happy.....
Today I work in a basement when the sun is shining and making everyone happy and smiling, in a karmaric world I should be pissed, but I don't actually mind working. I make money and I get to bebo stalk... oh and I "study". I also ring my mother to see how she is in this world. Funny lady that one. "Gimme a minute while I strain the spuds"..... I swear the same thing was said to me when I was seven years old and I wanted her opinion on my 14 plaits that I had weaved into my now aching scalp....
Some things will never change and for that... I am happy.....
Saturday
I started uploading music onto my itunes at 1am in order to make myself feel more productive and sleep worthy.
I have turned 21 this week and I do not honestly feel any different- I still like lollipops, smile when I get a text, think the dark is scary and jump when best friend boy #1 scares me. Maturity is in the eye of the beholder or something... I think I could be blind. This is not a metaphor- I was in at specsavers today, I lost my glasses about three months ago and am now plagued with headaches- so off with me for the eye test- opticians are great- they stare at you, turn on and off lights and then tell you because you read and use the computer so much you will need a 4 million euro prescription.... honest to God that is the price of these things.
Spent sometime today discussing what is wrong with children in this age- I believe we actually used the phrase "in my day".... that's when it's time to shut up.
My parents are amazing- I just want to say that. They overcome EVERYTHING and then they manage to celebrate everything, even a birthday that shouldn't be that concerned with. If I am half as good a parent I think I will be delighted- sentimental for just a second I guess......
Most important thing about my birthday is I got a set of bongos......... yep.... and they go between my legs.
I have turned 21 this week and I do not honestly feel any different- I still like lollipops, smile when I get a text, think the dark is scary and jump when best friend boy #1 scares me. Maturity is in the eye of the beholder or something... I think I could be blind. This is not a metaphor- I was in at specsavers today, I lost my glasses about three months ago and am now plagued with headaches- so off with me for the eye test- opticians are great- they stare at you, turn on and off lights and then tell you because you read and use the computer so much you will need a 4 million euro prescription.... honest to God that is the price of these things.
Spent sometime today discussing what is wrong with children in this age- I believe we actually used the phrase "in my day".... that's when it's time to shut up.
My parents are amazing- I just want to say that. They overcome EVERYTHING and then they manage to celebrate everything, even a birthday that shouldn't be that concerned with. If I am half as good a parent I think I will be delighted- sentimental for just a second I guess......
Most important thing about my birthday is I got a set of bongos......... yep.... and they go between my legs.
Tuesday
Everything is getting on my nerves today- am sitting here typing this and someone is eating a bag of crisps... and I believe I want to have them killed if they crunch ONE MORE TIME.
It has been so long since I have blogged it up properly- been really busy with the show (which went fantastically well) and also just in general. Everytime I meant to type something here I would log in and then there would be nothing in my mind that I felt like writing about.
And yet alot of things have happened!
Have you ever overshared- known you shouldn't have and even said as much to the person you were ranting at and yet when you have finished you felt better? That happened to me- the big gay that I am. I just started talking and before I knew it I had shared everything! I didn't mean it and I had no idea how it started but yes... I was a girl. I am between two minds whether it was a good move or not.
hmmmmm
It has been so long since I have blogged it up properly- been really busy with the show (which went fantastically well) and also just in general. Everytime I meant to type something here I would log in and then there would be nothing in my mind that I felt like writing about.
And yet alot of things have happened!
Have you ever overshared- known you shouldn't have and even said as much to the person you were ranting at and yet when you have finished you felt better? That happened to me- the big gay that I am. I just started talking and before I knew it I had shared everything! I didn't mean it and I had no idea how it started but yes... I was a girl. I am between two minds whether it was a good move or not.
hmmmmm
Monday
I think that I appreciate more if I get less- it makes sense I swear! Think about it..... if you were to keep getting presents for absolutely nothing then the most thoughtful of gifts can go unnoticed.
I have a job interview tomorrow morning and it best go well- otherwise singing on the streets is where you will see me next- and you won't be paying me to continue. Important girl #1 and I thought it would be a fantastic idea to dye my hair all manners of bright shades- shame the job interview was not at the front of our thoughts, covering over this mess will be a challenge let me tell you! But as ever we will hurdle on through it- the worst that could happen? My hair falls out... but don't worry- I have a excellently shaped head.
I have a job interview tomorrow morning and it best go well- otherwise singing on the streets is where you will see me next- and you won't be paying me to continue. Important girl #1 and I thought it would be a fantastic idea to dye my hair all manners of bright shades- shame the job interview was not at the front of our thoughts, covering over this mess will be a challenge let me tell you! But as ever we will hurdle on through it- the worst that could happen? My hair falls out... but don't worry- I have a excellently shaped head.
Wednesday
Ever wonder what the hell is going on around you? nah... me neither
So very important thought- Justin Timberlake wants to kill young Scarlett- I'm telling you, his new song has just hit my ears via headphones and I believe there to be some sort of mysterious threat like tone to it...... pop music CAN be deep, or just disturbing.
I passed Olde English- this is a major deal to me. The reason I had to repeat this dam year in the first place, but of course there was a cringe worthy moment. In I walk to the English Department- anticipating the worst and the office is locked- it is a sign from God I thought- I am in fact doomed and will remain in this second year limbo for another 47 years (for that is how long one will end up in hell for- you will never know if I made that fact up or not). So I hike further to my Jane Austen class and ponder on my life. I felt screwed to be honest, I sat beside a girl who did not know me and I would imagine now never wants to! I had this vacant expression on my face the entire two hours, I was shaking inside and out with worry and also kept asking questions about Mansfield Park- when I panic I cannot shut up. I bit down on my lower lip so hard it actually begged for mercy..... oh it was a long class I tell you. But then I checked my phone with ten minutes to go and saw a missed call. Oh my God- it's the English Department and they want my half arsed stupidity out of this college......... I wait the ten minutes and then return the phone call that went something like......:
ME: "Hi, This is Ciara Guiry here, I received a call from this number"
ED: "Oh hi Ciara, I was just ringing with regards to your Olde English exam"
ME: *big sigh "Yes......"
ED: "I just wanted to know if you had a cert for last year on file or is this exam capped for you?"
ME: "As far as I know it is capped"
ED: "Oh right- that is grand so, thank you."
ME:" Wait! Have they been corrected?"
ED: "Yes they have"
ME:" Did I pass?"
ED: "You did indeed"
ME: "Oh Sweet Jesus"
ED: "Sorry?"
ME: "Thank you!"
DIAL TONE.....
It was actually better than phone sex
So very important thought- Justin Timberlake wants to kill young Scarlett- I'm telling you, his new song has just hit my ears via headphones and I believe there to be some sort of mysterious threat like tone to it...... pop music CAN be deep, or just disturbing.
I passed Olde English- this is a major deal to me. The reason I had to repeat this dam year in the first place, but of course there was a cringe worthy moment. In I walk to the English Department- anticipating the worst and the office is locked- it is a sign from God I thought- I am in fact doomed and will remain in this second year limbo for another 47 years (for that is how long one will end up in hell for- you will never know if I made that fact up or not). So I hike further to my Jane Austen class and ponder on my life. I felt screwed to be honest, I sat beside a girl who did not know me and I would imagine now never wants to! I had this vacant expression on my face the entire two hours, I was shaking inside and out with worry and also kept asking questions about Mansfield Park- when I panic I cannot shut up. I bit down on my lower lip so hard it actually begged for mercy..... oh it was a long class I tell you. But then I checked my phone with ten minutes to go and saw a missed call. Oh my God- it's the English Department and they want my half arsed stupidity out of this college......... I wait the ten minutes and then return the phone call that went something like......:
ME: "Hi, This is Ciara Guiry here, I received a call from this number"
ED: "Oh hi Ciara, I was just ringing with regards to your Olde English exam"
ME: *big sigh "Yes......"
ED: "I just wanted to know if you had a cert for last year on file or is this exam capped for you?"
ME: "As far as I know it is capped"
ED: "Oh right- that is grand so, thank you."
ME:" Wait! Have they been corrected?"
ED: "Yes they have"
ME:" Did I pass?"
ED: "You did indeed"
ME: "Oh Sweet Jesus"
ED: "Sorry?"
ME: "Thank you!"
DIAL TONE.....
It was actually better than phone sex
Friday
Dear Santa,
I am more than painfully aware that your festive time has passed.... HOWEVER, I just saw a really pretty relic in my archaeology notes and I want it. This is just a passing thought, expect similar demands and soon.....
Sincerely,
Snoozey
It's 4.20am and I have an Olde English Exam in 6 hours... give or take. If you know me you will know that this is the subject that caused all those problems last year- the repeating and all that wondrous jazz. So I decided I didn't deserve to sleep in order to just make sure I know what I'm doing when I get in there in the morning. First things first is to pray, then write and then pray some more.
I feel happy for people that do well! Even people I am not thrilled about in life! I always thought that made me a great person- but I think (at this hour anyway!) that it just makes me a little less ambitious.... cough. I'll forever smile at Van Dutch footwear and no-one will ever understand! If I tried to explain it would be futile.
Oh, a housemate has returned for the evening- lets call him whore #1.
Why are boys so slow? clueless and all-round idiots? It's a question that you should answer in your head before even attempting to articulate- otherwise you will end up like me and the moral of today is: THAT IS NOT A GOOD THING.
I'm going to go learn about Anglo Saxon warfare- why? Because I am just that cool....
I am more than painfully aware that your festive time has passed.... HOWEVER, I just saw a really pretty relic in my archaeology notes and I want it. This is just a passing thought, expect similar demands and soon.....
Sincerely,
Snoozey
It's 4.20am and I have an Olde English Exam in 6 hours... give or take. If you know me you will know that this is the subject that caused all those problems last year- the repeating and all that wondrous jazz. So I decided I didn't deserve to sleep in order to just make sure I know what I'm doing when I get in there in the morning. First things first is to pray, then write and then pray some more.
I feel happy for people that do well! Even people I am not thrilled about in life! I always thought that made me a great person- but I think (at this hour anyway!) that it just makes me a little less ambitious.... cough. I'll forever smile at Van Dutch footwear and no-one will ever understand! If I tried to explain it would be futile.
Oh, a housemate has returned for the evening- lets call him whore #1.
Why are boys so slow? clueless and all-round idiots? It's a question that you should answer in your head before even attempting to articulate- otherwise you will end up like me and the moral of today is: THAT IS NOT A GOOD THING.
I'm going to go learn about Anglo Saxon warfare- why? Because I am just that cool....
Today is not the best day- I think people expect too much of others- take hypothetical situation of Friday. cancelling prior engagements due to professional situations is not always a purposeful task, why must we take things to the extreme we do? I mean- grrrr
I have a cold- you know the kind, nasty head cold that hurts ones face, yet you sound fine. I hate that- at least if I sound terrible I can get suitable sympathy, but right now that is not the case- if I survive the next 24hrs you'll be the first to know.
I have a cold- you know the kind, nasty head cold that hurts ones face, yet you sound fine. I hate that- at least if I sound terrible I can get suitable sympathy, but right now that is not the case- if I survive the next 24hrs you'll be the first to know.
Saturday
If you didn't know me I would imagine that you would consider me a rambling idiot with bad spelling (I NEVER proof read this thing for fear I will delete it). So literally- what you see is what you get with me. I just spent some time with important girl #1 and I believe that the answer is in the fact that superficiality may run deep in people, but that is because they are shallow. We were talking about just that and how everything happens for a reason- we are also walking cliches! But I agree with that statement, to a degree....! What is the harm in the flawed person standing in front of you being all you get- why pretend? why lie? why try and make more or less of a person? Oh the deepness of my conversations knows no end.
I have yet to venture back into the philosophical bathroom cubicles near work- but there was one line on the wall that I remember.....
"This wall won't give any of us answers- it just leaves the questions idle"
could be because I wrote it..... cynic
I have yet to venture back into the philosophical bathroom cubicles near work- but there was one line on the wall that I remember.....
"This wall won't give any of us answers- it just leaves the questions idle"
could be because I wrote it..... cynic
Wednesday
So I have been feeling icky of late- that is the medical term for such things. While at work I had to avail of the ladies room, it was my first time in this particular cubicle (maybe it's like when you go into a new church for the first time, you should make a wish?) anyway, there was much scrolling on the walls from past ladies and I became immersed in everything that was being said. People were in love, in hate, drinking to much, eating too much, not eating enough, taking drugs, hating friends and loving them too much. It made me think that life is really the same for everyone. We all have the same setup but we just change our own properties. These girls were all in the same boat ASWELL as the same cubicle...! They all wanted to be helped by strangers, no one goes to friends for help anymore and I know why. I would not like to be seen as weak among the people I love the most, the people I trust the most and the people who spend the most time with me. Does this mean that strangers know us better than we do ourselves? I hope not, but I think in many of the cases on the wall that is the truth. I planned on replying to some of the problems and just saying "know exactly how you feel"... but who am I to talk? Then again... who is anyone.....
Friday
Wednesday
I am just listening to Martin Luther Kind Jr give his "I have a Dream" speech (28th of August 1963) in Washington at the Lincoln memorilia- imagine having such power with words that you are quoted and immortalised just with the use of your words? I presume many at the time this speech was first heard was considered some kind of radical rant- not some kind of (hopeful) look into the future.
My Resolution to myself... saying No a little more often is NOT going as well as it could be but I do think I am getting stronger all the time. And eventually if I do not like you, you will here me scream at you before you can see me- it's something to look forward to.
We have been studying Jane Austen in class- apparently she was a gothic writer wih bad punctuation- isn't that great?! I mean possible one of the greatest female writers ever- but, eh, she's not great like. Great Gas altogether.
My Resolution to myself... saying No a little more often is NOT going as well as it could be but I do think I am getting stronger all the time. And eventually if I do not like you, you will here me scream at you before you can see me- it's something to look forward to.
We have been studying Jane Austen in class- apparently she was a gothic writer wih bad punctuation- isn't that great?! I mean possible one of the greatest female writers ever- but, eh, she's not great like. Great Gas altogether.
Tuesday
Ah the wonders of technology-
Here I lie in bed, trying to read "The Changeling"- it is not happening for me whatsoever, I blame the fact that I have no interest in reading anything right now- why is it when one must become motivated one finds it far far easier to organise notes, hoover the carpet or name all ten fingers (creative.....)
Life has gotten very hectic and I feel as if I may actually fall behind it and never catch up, a part of me is not too bothered about it, but then the other side of me (the crazy side I would imagine...) feels as though I have only got one opportunity to do everything and in order to have some sense of achievement then I have to complete each task. I have to stop making lists.... very bad for me.
This evening I was very motivated and then someone just pissed me off- not in a subtle way either. A friend had called by and person who can not be named for legal reasons- who was also here, implied I do not make them feel overly welcome, or that I do not want them here- now, sigh. I do not have the sense of duty to justify such ramblings, yet here I am typing away.... I am so indifferent to some individuals it is rather fascinating.
hmmmmmm. blogging. an art in itself? or some kind of way for the government to find out who is crazy......
Here I lie in bed, trying to read "The Changeling"- it is not happening for me whatsoever, I blame the fact that I have no interest in reading anything right now- why is it when one must become motivated one finds it far far easier to organise notes, hoover the carpet or name all ten fingers (creative.....)
Life has gotten very hectic and I feel as if I may actually fall behind it and never catch up, a part of me is not too bothered about it, but then the other side of me (the crazy side I would imagine...) feels as though I have only got one opportunity to do everything and in order to have some sense of achievement then I have to complete each task. I have to stop making lists.... very bad for me.
This evening I was very motivated and then someone just pissed me off- not in a subtle way either. A friend had called by and person who can not be named for legal reasons- who was also here, implied I do not make them feel overly welcome, or that I do not want them here- now, sigh. I do not have the sense of duty to justify such ramblings, yet here I am typing away.... I am so indifferent to some individuals it is rather fascinating.
hmmmmmm. blogging. an art in itself? or some kind of way for the government to find out who is crazy......
Wednesday
Today is the last time I will work in 2006- sweet.
Oh the financial situation of me, terrifying. When did we all become sucj capitalists? is that the right word?
Also when the hell does the twelve days pf Christmas come into it? I do not understand the advent time, well except for the baby Jesus- he was born and then we all had to give up sweets I believe is the point.
I must finish my shopping today- alright-gay. I am noway ready for the festive season- tragedy. But I am prepared for the Christmas season of Home Alone viweing, is there anything better? the answer is no children.
I seem to be surviving quite well in my alone state- this could be because I am not in fact alone, I have lucifer, martin-schmidt and the irreplaceable headcase- they are of the utmost importance for television viewing, laughing out loud at the randomness of the world.
Oh the financial situation of me, terrifying. When did we all become sucj capitalists? is that the right word?
Also when the hell does the twelve days pf Christmas come into it? I do not understand the advent time, well except for the baby Jesus- he was born and then we all had to give up sweets I believe is the point.
I must finish my shopping today- alright-gay. I am noway ready for the festive season- tragedy. But I am prepared for the Christmas season of Home Alone viweing, is there anything better? the answer is no children.
I seem to be surviving quite well in my alone state- this could be because I am not in fact alone, I have lucifer, martin-schmidt and the irreplaceable headcase- they are of the utmost importance for television viewing, laughing out loud at the randomness of the world.
Monday
So it's nearly Christmas and I am very poor- I am also extremely lonesome as my manorists have left me to return to their homes. I find myself overthinking things to such an extreme it must be considered dangerous at this stage. I think this is why Santa calls this time of year as some sort of distraction, we get very caught up in ourselves and have to find relief in such a materialistic manner. I love giving presents- but I never know how to react when I receive one- I have the worst expressions ever! I actually recall getting a present about two years ago in the form of some jewelery and I just had no words to express how nice it was and how thoughtful it was- melodramatic much? But I remember being completely immersed in this gift and what it meant and even though the sentiment has been overshadowed considerably since I still look at it and think it to be the most thoughtful gift I ever got.
I think I will sit under the tree for a few hours and become one with the pines- in a totally non sexual manner- of course.
I think I will sit under the tree for a few hours and become one with the pines- in a totally non sexual manner- of course.
Thursday
Tuesday
I need to study and be concerned about my academic career- yet I remain unchanged about the fact that Anglo Saxon culture can bite me.
I want to be a billionaire for a day- buy all the stocks in the world and then give them away just before I lose all my money again at midnight-
I have been thinking about Cinderella alot today, it being my favourite disney film, and therefore the most expensive to purchase....
If I had a fairy God Mother I am not completely sure I would want her to know that I had a mad raging crush on a Prince, and I had such low self esteem that she had to pimp my ride, because if you think about that is exactly what that part of the story was, except Mad Mike was replaced by mice. And then instead of an engine with 400 million horses in it they got an attractive oversized (genetically modified) pumpkin to help her arrive in style. Once at her ball type thing I believe that the story loses sight of its main goal. I believe the idea was that men will only like the pretty slimline blondes... and that was going well until the story gives Prince "How's Your Father" a bit of a backbone, her social class is apparently of no interest to him. he wants her for who she is, her overpouring cleavage is probably helping immensely at this stage. Then she does the unthinkable, she realises that her flawless prince is in fact boring and makes up some elaborate scheme to leave the party, we have all done it- sorry dude, I have to be home by midnight, otherwise I turn into a pumpkin, har har har.... so she pegs off and falls out of her glass slipper, it's a wonder she survived in them as long as she did but whatever. So then he sees her senseless footwear and sets out to find her and bring her to Clarks to find her something far more sensible- then he'll start a relationship with her fashion designer brother and they will all live happily ever after.
I love the happy endings....
I want to be a billionaire for a day- buy all the stocks in the world and then give them away just before I lose all my money again at midnight-
I have been thinking about Cinderella alot today, it being my favourite disney film, and therefore the most expensive to purchase....
If I had a fairy God Mother I am not completely sure I would want her to know that I had a mad raging crush on a Prince, and I had such low self esteem that she had to pimp my ride, because if you think about that is exactly what that part of the story was, except Mad Mike was replaced by mice. And then instead of an engine with 400 million horses in it they got an attractive oversized (genetically modified) pumpkin to help her arrive in style. Once at her ball type thing I believe that the story loses sight of its main goal. I believe the idea was that men will only like the pretty slimline blondes... and that was going well until the story gives Prince "How's Your Father" a bit of a backbone, her social class is apparently of no interest to him. he wants her for who she is, her overpouring cleavage is probably helping immensely at this stage. Then she does the unthinkable, she realises that her flawless prince is in fact boring and makes up some elaborate scheme to leave the party, we have all done it- sorry dude, I have to be home by midnight, otherwise I turn into a pumpkin, har har har.... so she pegs off and falls out of her glass slipper, it's a wonder she survived in them as long as she did but whatever. So then he sees her senseless footwear and sets out to find her and bring her to Clarks to find her something far more sensible- then he'll start a relationship with her fashion designer brother and they will all live happily ever after.
I love the happy endings....
Monday
I have concerns:
Some are superficial (I found three hairs on my chin the other day, so I have been calling myself the hair meister recently).
But others are pretty deep- grown up in fact. And I don't like them. In fact I call them growing pains. Saddness does not help study, it makes helplessness come to the fore and then you feel sad for being helpless and helpless for being sad. I don't get why my mind overloads itself during a time when I need to concentrate on Anglo Saxons- I need to know stuff about them in order to raid them, steal their children and create my own empire..... or just pass through this exam as painlessly as possible.
This week I am going to listen to every song in my ipod until I find the one that answers the meaning of life- I'm betting McFly or Busted will be the powerful pieces. Nirvana is for whimps.
What is the answer to a problem you are approached with when you must keep it to yourself, you must advise, yet you know what the solution is? The person doesn't want to listen to your solution. But you know they heard it. The difference with hearing and listening is something relevant in this case.
Pondering is an ugly ideology at 12.50am.
Ah think about the bad days little and over think the good days I say.
Some are superficial (I found three hairs on my chin the other day, so I have been calling myself the hair meister recently).
But others are pretty deep- grown up in fact. And I don't like them. In fact I call them growing pains. Saddness does not help study, it makes helplessness come to the fore and then you feel sad for being helpless and helpless for being sad. I don't get why my mind overloads itself during a time when I need to concentrate on Anglo Saxons- I need to know stuff about them in order to raid them, steal their children and create my own empire..... or just pass through this exam as painlessly as possible.
This week I am going to listen to every song in my ipod until I find the one that answers the meaning of life- I'm betting McFly or Busted will be the powerful pieces. Nirvana is for whimps.
What is the answer to a problem you are approached with when you must keep it to yourself, you must advise, yet you know what the solution is? The person doesn't want to listen to your solution. But you know they heard it. The difference with hearing and listening is something relevant in this case.
Pondering is an ugly ideology at 12.50am.
Ah think about the bad days little and over think the good days I say.
Sunday
Do you think Damien Rice knew that it is depressing to have every single song in an album so slow that you can rate your breathing to the beat? I think he is probably absolutely hilarious and is just messing with my head. This new album of his being no exception- I would still have his babies.... I am easy like that.
Also- My friend Sarah's songs which I added to my ipod recently have this way of making me smile, and be sentimental and sad all at once. If she isn't famous someday there is something wrong with the world. This is not a hopeless plug but I seriously recommend you take a trek to....
http://www.myspace.com/sarahgleesonmusic
Just listen..... you'll like.
Also- My friend Sarah's songs which I added to my ipod recently have this way of making me smile, and be sentimental and sad all at once. If she isn't famous someday there is something wrong with the world. This is not a hopeless plug but I seriously recommend you take a trek to....
http://www.myspace.com/sarahgleesonmusic
Just listen..... you'll like.
Ah yes- a bad day and then an evening with friends is the only way to get over it.
I am finding myself far more romantic or late- a terrible state of affairs- I may even get into the chick flick genre..... maybe not.
Broken promises are going to be a big no no for me this week- so be warned that I will not be tolerating it whatso-and-ever.
I have two boy crushes! It is fantastic! Makes my day when I spot one of them, and then I can pretend I know what they are thinking... theyt want me. They can have me- just in case they are reading this... doubtful.
I miss things more this time of year and I blame that big fat man for this- he dresses in red and thinks he rocks because it is such an unforgiving colour. I don't care what he puts under the tree this year for me- we are not on speaking terms.
I need to cut my fringe apparently..... there's a mirror and scissors right there..... if I am not back in 48 hours begin to worry.
I am finding myself far more romantic or late- a terrible state of affairs- I may even get into the chick flick genre..... maybe not.
Broken promises are going to be a big no no for me this week- so be warned that I will not be tolerating it whatso-and-ever.
I have two boy crushes! It is fantastic! Makes my day when I spot one of them, and then I can pretend I know what they are thinking... theyt want me. They can have me- just in case they are reading this... doubtful.
I miss things more this time of year and I blame that big fat man for this- he dresses in red and thinks he rocks because it is such an unforgiving colour. I don't care what he puts under the tree this year for me- we are not on speaking terms.
I need to cut my fringe apparently..... there's a mirror and scissors right there..... if I am not back in 48 hours begin to worry.
Thursday
Why do I know all the words to Westlife's "Moments"?
Why am I so sad today?
WHY AM I SO SENSITIVE?
Why did I ever think that thinigs would change so much?
Why have I no credit?
Why is my broadband being so stupid?
Why is it so hot in here?
Why won't this essay write itself?
Why didn't the last essay write itself better?
Why am I not yet rich?
Why am I not yet famous?
Why am I not a size 6?
Why did God decide to down grade?
Why is Christmas the same time as rent due date?
Why won't our front door open?
Why did I let myself start this list?
Why has it been almost a month since I last wrote in this thing?
Why am I not far taller?
Why do I keep singing "A whole new world" over and over in my head?
Why don't I just build a bridge?
Answer all of the following... and get back to me
Why am I so sad today?
WHY AM I SO SENSITIVE?
Why did I ever think that thinigs would change so much?
Why have I no credit?
Why is my broadband being so stupid?
Why is it so hot in here?
Why won't this essay write itself?
Why didn't the last essay write itself better?
Why am I not yet rich?
Why am I not yet famous?
Why am I not a size 6?
Why did God decide to down grade?
Why is Christmas the same time as rent due date?
Why won't our front door open?
Why did I let myself start this list?
Why has it been almost a month since I last wrote in this thing?
Why am I not far taller?
Why do I keep singing "A whole new world" over and over in my head?
Why don't I just build a bridge?
Answer all of the following... and get back to me
Friday
I don't think there can be such a thing as being overly ambitious? Well at least not when it comes to success......
I love the fact that we can't tell the future, I know that may sound random, but right now I do not want to know, and I don' think you do either. If you are going through a tough time right now (similar to myself), you won't want to know that it can get worse (similar to myself). These things are sent to try us, isn't that what they say? I wish they would stop trying.
I have such ideals for myself and I always mess them up, even the trivial superficial things, this triggers off a string of events and before you know it, the captain must go down with his ship. I hate being the captain. I need happy time and I need time to make the happy time. But I don't have time to make the time for happy time, unless I do a Michael J. Fox on this big royal mess. I aint up for the 80's fashion right now.
It would have been nice to have been sheltered for even a little while.
I love the fact that we can't tell the future, I know that may sound random, but right now I do not want to know, and I don' think you do either. If you are going through a tough time right now (similar to myself), you won't want to know that it can get worse (similar to myself). These things are sent to try us, isn't that what they say? I wish they would stop trying.
I have such ideals for myself and I always mess them up, even the trivial superficial things, this triggers off a string of events and before you know it, the captain must go down with his ship. I hate being the captain. I need happy time and I need time to make the happy time. But I don't have time to make the time for happy time, unless I do a Michael J. Fox on this big royal mess. I aint up for the 80's fashion right now.
It would have been nice to have been sheltered for even a little while.
Monday
Ah yes- Monday morning. I rather enjoy Mondays as it is the day I have no lectures, therefore it has been renamed to no-lecture day, expect Hallmark to jump on that marketing wagon any day now. I do however work on a Monday morning, this isn't too taxing on me as I have a partner in crime who assumes the position of quirky sidekick in my reality sitcom (how American of me).
Am pretty dam thrilled with myself today as this week the city is my oyster- if you know me you may understand why! I can go anywhere and do anything and not be roasted- feel it- ELATION.
I really need to buy myself a coat, best friend boy one will eventually kill me for stealing his clothing, I have no remorse about this however as I still remain snug, as a bug, in that rug right there. BUT outerclothing may be an investment on my part. He will start locking his wardrobe and when he does- FRIENDSHIP OVER.
I keep repainting my nails pink- I don't know why. Well actually I lie, I keep repainting nine of them pink and then my right thumb this magnificient shade of scarlett- I call my thumb "hey you"- you know, to give it definition.
I am not as jumpy about planes in the air this week, so long as they keep climbing I'm okay about it.
Am pretty dam thrilled with myself today as this week the city is my oyster- if you know me you may understand why! I can go anywhere and do anything and not be roasted- feel it- ELATION.
I really need to buy myself a coat, best friend boy one will eventually kill me for stealing his clothing, I have no remorse about this however as I still remain snug, as a bug, in that rug right there. BUT outerclothing may be an investment on my part. He will start locking his wardrobe and when he does- FRIENDSHIP OVER.
I keep repainting my nails pink- I don't know why. Well actually I lie, I keep repainting nine of them pink and then my right thumb this magnificient shade of scarlett- I call my thumb "hey you"- you know, to give it definition.
I am not as jumpy about planes in the air this week, so long as they keep climbing I'm okay about it.
Thursday
Mr Darcy had it nail on head when he said his favour once lost was lost forever.
When I was walking to work this morning I looked up at the sky and saw this plane climbing into the clouds after taking off from the airport. For some reason it terrified me. I cannot explain why, but I never felt so uneasy about something. I watched it the entire time as I made my way passed the sleeping shops and over the bridge until eventually I was satisfied enough that it had reached a height of safety. No reason for such thoughts, I was happy enough leaving home munching on my apple but after that I felt unnerved. I still do. Makes about as much sense to me as this blog means to you. But I figure that maybe someone on that flight was having a bad day and when they were flying overhead they transferred some of their lack of faith to me. fair enough. I hope that flight was going to disneyland.
Humour always does it for me, but not people who think they know me because they know my sense of humour. No-one knows anyone else. You are shown just enough to become familiar with that individual, after that everything else is a bonus. For example, you may know my name, where I live and things about my family- but you do not know about my fears, hopes, dreams and all in between- there are very few people privvy to such liberties. Qualifications for such information to be divulged not withstanding good looks is a serious hold all from presumption.
We are all destined fro something, maybe not greatness but there is a design on all of us, and I think that everyone secretly knows theirs and is just not telling. I will becoming a professional sky diver... but keep it mum.
Strawberry ice-cream and wafers, best feeling ever in the world. I think the best thing after it is.. NOTHING. well other than the new website isa(lay) has introduced me to- one tree hill on tap.
When I was walking to work this morning I looked up at the sky and saw this plane climbing into the clouds after taking off from the airport. For some reason it terrified me. I cannot explain why, but I never felt so uneasy about something. I watched it the entire time as I made my way passed the sleeping shops and over the bridge until eventually I was satisfied enough that it had reached a height of safety. No reason for such thoughts, I was happy enough leaving home munching on my apple but after that I felt unnerved. I still do. Makes about as much sense to me as this blog means to you. But I figure that maybe someone on that flight was having a bad day and when they were flying overhead they transferred some of their lack of faith to me. fair enough. I hope that flight was going to disneyland.
Humour always does it for me, but not people who think they know me because they know my sense of humour. No-one knows anyone else. You are shown just enough to become familiar with that individual, after that everything else is a bonus. For example, you may know my name, where I live and things about my family- but you do not know about my fears, hopes, dreams and all in between- there are very few people privvy to such liberties. Qualifications for such information to be divulged not withstanding good looks is a serious hold all from presumption.
We are all destined fro something, maybe not greatness but there is a design on all of us, and I think that everyone secretly knows theirs and is just not telling. I will becoming a professional sky diver... but keep it mum.
Strawberry ice-cream and wafers, best feeling ever in the world. I think the best thing after it is.. NOTHING. well other than the new website isa(lay) has introduced me to- one tree hill on tap.
Saturday
Have You Ever People Watched?
It is my best hobby and talent- I can make up the most complicated life situations for each character. Let me give you an example. Walking home from work today, headphones blaring to the appropraite decible- I believe the Beatles were my walking soundtrack. It was raining heavily, puddles bigger than the river Lee- cars driving all over the place (well just the road really), and there was this old man leaning up against a window, smoking a pipe that looked older than me. I imagine he was a fashion desinger in Paris during 40's blazing "power dressing" phase, his closet homosexulaity has lead to his nicottine habit and his children (all seven of them) have put him in numerous nursing homes- he has escaped them all, because when he was in Paris he was trained as a spy- worked for the secret service and can speak 80 languages. He had an affair with the Queen, Dali Lama and George Bush Sr. His life with the last 3 years have consisted of him hiding out in all public houses with a popularity census of under a dozen.
We made eye contact and he gave me a knowing acknowledgement.
It is my best hobby and talent- I can make up the most complicated life situations for each character. Let me give you an example. Walking home from work today, headphones blaring to the appropraite decible- I believe the Beatles were my walking soundtrack. It was raining heavily, puddles bigger than the river Lee- cars driving all over the place (well just the road really), and there was this old man leaning up against a window, smoking a pipe that looked older than me. I imagine he was a fashion desinger in Paris during 40's blazing "power dressing" phase, his closet homosexulaity has lead to his nicottine habit and his children (all seven of them) have put him in numerous nursing homes- he has escaped them all, because when he was in Paris he was trained as a spy- worked for the secret service and can speak 80 languages. He had an affair with the Queen, Dali Lama and George Bush Sr. His life with the last 3 years have consisted of him hiding out in all public houses with a popularity census of under a dozen.
We made eye contact and he gave me a knowing acknowledgement.
Thursday
If you want my help you have to ask....
I am not a mind reader, despite how much fibre is in my diet. I try as much as possible to read all the signals and pick up on all the vibes thrown around me, but chances are I will miss alot of them. It is due to tha fact that I am rather short. I love that people assume they are at ease enough with me that I can contend with what they are thinking, but I have a secret... I have no idea what is going on around me, unless a person is hostile or affectionate. I'm like one of those child actors from Barney the Dinosaur genre (have no idea why I capitalised Dinosaur, it issues some importance with me no doubt), I will adapt to the imaginary situation that I have constructed in my head- it's a gift.
Today is my epitome of stress and forbodding- all I wanted to do was stay put in my haven of a home and not greet any time of world- no matter how nice the weather seems to be. I look forward to (*checks watch) about five hours from now, and in a swift attempt of denial, which was a huge topic for me last night, I am going to focus on the later afternoon.
Whatever befalls us will only happen once... I hope
I am not a mind reader, despite how much fibre is in my diet. I try as much as possible to read all the signals and pick up on all the vibes thrown around me, but chances are I will miss alot of them. It is due to tha fact that I am rather short. I love that people assume they are at ease enough with me that I can contend with what they are thinking, but I have a secret... I have no idea what is going on around me, unless a person is hostile or affectionate. I'm like one of those child actors from Barney the Dinosaur genre (have no idea why I capitalised Dinosaur, it issues some importance with me no doubt), I will adapt to the imaginary situation that I have constructed in my head- it's a gift.
Today is my epitome of stress and forbodding- all I wanted to do was stay put in my haven of a home and not greet any time of world- no matter how nice the weather seems to be. I look forward to (*checks watch) about five hours from now, and in a swift attempt of denial, which was a huge topic for me last night, I am going to focus on the later afternoon.
Whatever befalls us will only happen once... I hope
Wednesday
Things that I love today.
My housemates; despite the fact that we are all far far too polite to each other and that means that ALOT goes unsaid. It's great, means there is alot more tension during the hungover hours of 9am-5pm. But then alcohol comes into play like a son of a bitch. God speed Vodka... for you show the truth in all it's nasty colours. I think the reason the Irish are blackmarked for the alcoholic beverage intake is because of our honest nature- we have to be pissed if we're telling the truth.
What's my favourite vegetable:
I have thought about this long and hard (I always giggle through that phrase)- I like peppers, but I HATE green peppers, they annoy me, they are all green and awkward smelling and they taste like they have been salted, they actually think they are better than red peppers- such a lie.
My housemates; despite the fact that we are all far far too polite to each other and that means that ALOT goes unsaid. It's great, means there is alot more tension during the hungover hours of 9am-5pm. But then alcohol comes into play like a son of a bitch. God speed Vodka... for you show the truth in all it's nasty colours. I think the reason the Irish are blackmarked for the alcoholic beverage intake is because of our honest nature- we have to be pissed if we're telling the truth.
What's my favourite vegetable:
I have thought about this long and hard (I always giggle through that phrase)- I like peppers, but I HATE green peppers, they annoy me, they are all green and awkward smelling and they taste like they have been salted, they actually think they are better than red peppers- such a lie.
Tuesday
Am currently positioned behind a desk, the one place I always thought I could escape from- simply because of my serious lack of appreciation for those solid 9-5's we all know and love. I have a job that requires little, if no knowledge, interpersonal skills or customer service skills. I think the fact that I can stand upright got me where I am today. My mother would be so proud.
I have ruled this out as a future career- I am here with three hours. My stamina is similar to that of a a horny teenager. But I like the quiet time and the fact that I can stay on the internet for ridiculous lengths of time without being judged. The only people that approach me are the ones that are not smiling- why is that? I will always smile at you, my job is to answer any questions you may have, so suck it up and smile, bitch.
I have ruled this out as a future career- I am here with three hours. My stamina is similar to that of a a horny teenager. But I like the quiet time and the fact that I can stay on the internet for ridiculous lengths of time without being judged. The only people that approach me are the ones that are not smiling- why is that? I will always smile at you, my job is to answer any questions you may have, so suck it up and smile, bitch.
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