Bought this second-hand in Plugd yesterday.
My Morning Jacket – Z
Had such a nice morning in there. I went into town with my mother, aunt and brother, but fecked off and went and hid in Plugd for over an hour. Hadn’t been in there for a chat in ages so it was really nice, and then I found a €20 note in my pocket, so I said I’d buy a CD. I ❤ Plugd.
I’m sitting in the leather armchair in the bay window, wearing my pyjamas, dressing gown, and a hideous pair of luminous socks. When I look out the window, things look a bit blurry because of the little streams of rain running down the window. The effect is a bit like when you put on someone else’s glasses. According to my usually inaccurate estimations the rain is driving down at a 45 (Oh My God I just realised there’s no little circle thing that represents degrees on the keyboard!!) degree angle. (I suppose one could represent it like so : 45^o.) Everything is really, really wet, but I’m one of the very few people who don’t mind the Irish weather. I have been known on occasions to go as far as actually liking it.
We have too many people staying in our house at the moment. Obviously there’s the four people that normally reside here, but now we also have three of my mother’s sisters. Two have been down from Kerry since Tuesday, and now we have another down from St. Luke’s Cross (about 20 minutes away) because her ‘partner’ has focked off to India on some hike. Now, considering the fact that we rarely have guests, we only have one guest bedroom. Wait, what am I saying only for? It’s one bedroom more than my parents, the people who paid for the gaff, need. So anyway, my aunt is now sleeping in the lounge on the most comfortable couch in the gaff (debatable) where I spend quality time with my laptop. So now I’ve had to move to the leather armchair next to it. How shall I ever live.
Today, anyway, I have the choice of going to town and sitting in Cork Coffee Roasters with my friends and talking for hours on end about things that don’t really matter, and then searching high and low for a Halloween costume for a party tomorrow night. OR. I can go for lunch in the Sheraton which will be paid for for me. But it would be with my aunts, so obviously the conversation would matter even less. Hmm.
I’m also beginning to worry slightly about the fact that I have yet to start my mid-term homework. I had great plans for revision and everything else, but to be quite honest, I needed the break. I might start it today if I get a chance, and if not, Sunday evening is as good a time as any to do it.
Oh Jesus, the child is putting up a few Halloween decorations. Oh the joys of living on a household akin to a zoo.
Good day my loyal readers! Enjoy this day as it shall be like no other.
In my quest to start playing the guitar properly again, I stumbled across this on Youtube. One of those scenes that makes you proud to be Irish and just gives this amazing warm feeling or something. Enjoy. x
I haven’t mentioned much about music as of yet. But I was just listening to Sweet Oblivion on 2XM there and a song I hadn’t listened to in a long time came on afterwards. I like this song.
This description I found on tumblr couldn’t be more accurate.
i think you should come to my house and watch movies with me in bed while drinking hot chocolate, i’ll make you some toast while you stand awkwardly in my kitchen. i want you to never take your eyes off of me. i want you to play with my hair while i fall asleep on your lap. i want you to laugh at my stupid jokes and not care when i act like a tit. i want you to say i look nice in the morning, even if i look like a tramp. i want to borrow your jacket when i get cold. i want you to want me.
i want forehead kisses. i want my arms around your neck. i want you to surprise me. i want you to inspire me. i want you to be amazed by me. i’l buy you things because it makes me happy. we’ll take silly pictures and go on walks. you’l be my drunken call and i’ll be yours. we’ll argue and makeup. you’ll enjoy my awful singing and art i do. we’ll just lie there, knowing we’re feeling the same thing.
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So we’re already five days into midterm. Nearly over now like. Haven’t opened a single book so far, apart from attempting the maths papers in bed last Friday night. That was thrown by the wayside (i.e. under the bed) pretty quickly though. My room is an utter bombsite too. I’ve been out so much and stayed over at a friend’s the other night so everything is kinda just fecked on the chair/desk/floor when I come in, and the prospect of having to tidy the place before I can start my homework is all too much, so I abandon the homework. I think it’s a good plan of action.
The aunts are up from Kerry (pronounced ‘Kyerray’) anyway so we headed down to Kinsale today, five of us packed into the tiny Corsa because my mother is incapable of driving my dad’s automatic. ‘Twas a feckin’ horrendous journey down, having to sit next to that irritating child that I am unfortunately related to. But we got there, and he fecked off with one of the aunts while the rest of us went for coffee. I had a damn good cappucino. As I sat there sipping my frothy coffee I gazed at a poster for a Cara O’Sullivan concert being put on my Kinsale Arts Week. And oh did the memories come flooding back. My summer spent between Short Quay and Guardwell running 9 days of gigs. Making arty musician types get on and off stage on time. Heading up to the Folk House and through the back to rob ice and bottle-openers from Bacchus nightclub. Stopping for a chat in the box office. Talking Boo for walks around the town. Freaking out when people didn’t arrive. Going buying refuse sacks to pick up all the alcohol-related rubbish. Talking to nice people, and not-so-nice people. Falling in love on a few occasions. Talking to my knacker-culchie friends and making them fill out surveys for me. Pushing through the crowds in Jim Edwards to use the bathroom, or get a cork-screw. Ringing Ed in a panic multiple times. Going from the square, to the office, to the box office. Sitting on the landing outside the office as the Bangladeshi people changed their clothes and the children ran around the building. Keeping dogs away from the area where the dance group was performing, and trying, but to no avail, to make them go away. Getting lunch from the food stalls. Sheltering from the rain to avoid frizzy hair. Feeling oh-so-important in my KAW Crew t-shirt. The fluorescent-freaking-vest at Paul Brady in Charles Fort. Cutting every single chair apart and fighting over who’d stacked theirs in the neatest bundle. Stopping people from leaving via the shortcut. Making the man in the Internet café leave his Internet on all night so we could broadcast the DJ sets. Switching a record for DJ Juice when he had to pee. Trying to avoid a certain person. Curry chips from Dino’s. O’Conaill’s hot chocolate from Jo’s. Flyering in the pubs with the 18-year-old South African who had just gotten here by sailing across the Atlantic on a randomer’s boat. Pissing myself at the sight of what I thought was Caroline dressed up in a Maisy Mouse costume talking to kids (it turned out to be the hot French exchange boy). And of course, discussing in awe the amount of out-of-date drink in the Folkhouse. Serious good times. How I miss Kinsale Arts Week and stage-managing Sounds on the Square. The title of this post is no longer very appropriate, but I’m not going to change it, because it just underlines how the last paragraph of memories really came from the heart. CHEESE, I know.
My mother ended up getting a parking ticket for parking in a loading bay then. I was too busy studying the gig posters in the window of Londis to even notice. Whatever.
So back to what I was talking about. Mid term. No study done. Oh yeah, Chemistry study party in Hannah’s gaff tomorrow. Aisling, Hannah, Liam et moi. How bad. And we will, of course, get so much Chemistry done…
It’s now “Nosebag time” according to my dad. Dinner to you and me.
Later folks, and thanks for reading this. 🙂
What a weekend.
What I hate about this though is that I really can’t expand on that statement too much for my own safety and livelihood. So maybe that means I shouldn’t be a ‘blogger’. This is too public now though. It’s up on irishstudentblogs.com with my name so it’s not such a good idea to be blabbing on about stuff.
‘Twas the jazz weekend down here anyway. I did get a good bit of live music, but not all jazz. Went to see the Coronas in Cyprus Avenue on Saturday. Good enough gig once we managed to get in after the doors opened an hour later than stated. (Not cool Cyprus – although I do know there’s always issues with opening on time.) I didn’t do the whole getting stuck into the middle of the crowd and jumping around thing this time round. Kinda weird, but I was just back in the bar part with another friend for a good bit. It was everyone else that missed out…that barman was HOT. After the gig we went and sat in the back while trying to change the date on Heather’s swipe card using tipp-ex and a marker. Complete and utter fail, not that we actually needed it in the end. We were probably the only people in the place not pushing their way up to the table where the Coronas were and screaming for autographs and hugs and pictures. It was amusing to watch. The lead singer dude was staring at us for a while, probably in awe of the fact that we were managing to restrain ourselves, something he’s probably not used to. I had a nice chat with the hot one, Dave, though. he’s nice.
Aisling had a semi-free gaff that night so she said we could all stay at hers after the gig. By semi-free gaff, I mean that her parents were gone but she was supposed to be minding her sister. She left town earlier to go pick her sister up, and after a quick trip to Centra the rest of us got the 14 back to Togher bai and climbed the hill to her gaff, passing some drug dealers en route. All in a day. It was a calm enough night, and I scrubbed the place at about 1am with orange-scented washing-up liquid, domestic goddess that I am.
Sunday involved two drooping eyelids, so I went to bed at like half 3, got up for dinner, and then went back to bed again. Sign of a good night right?!
Yesterday was probably the best day of the bank holiday weekend. It began with a nice trip to town during the day, and some damn good coffee in Cork Coffee Roasters. A nice chat there for over an hour, from where we headed on the Jazz Fest Club in the Metropole. Brought back memories of last year, but I havta say this year was a tad better. After I went home for dinner, it was back out again to Liam’s FG for a little gathering, which involved his sister’s assistance, a pack of cards and copious amounts of tea at half 10. Fun times. Sadly though, the tea (Which I made. Told you I was a domestic goddess.) and water did not have enough effect on Aisling and her mommy was not too happy with her. All will be revealed when we go for coffee later.
Those aunts of mine are actually coming down today, in like an hour, so I need to go have a shower and perhaps get a start on my homework. Then town for an analysis of yesterday.
So long folks! And well done if you managed to get this far!