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Happy Saturday

Today was lovely.

I gave maths in UCC a skip and went to town with my mum instead. It was a superb decision on my part I have to say. I went for coffee first with her and we met my aunt and her boyfriend.

Then we went shopping! She bought me a black lace dress, black tights, gold chains with black ribbon going through it, and a colourful maxi dress for the summer. Then in H&M she paid for half a leather-look jacket, and my aunt had given me a tenner, so I only had to spend a tenner myself then. So lots of new clothes which make me smile!

I met my friends and we went to Cork Coffee Roasters and deliberated over how to get into Passion Pit in the Savoy. White Lies wasn’t too successful last time.. I got two stamps on my card when I bought my coffee and scone..nice! Just before we left I had a quick chat with a guy who works there about a gig, another gig, and Plugd. It’s nice to know that good music ain’t dead yet. And I’m glad that feeling of Plugd being more than a record store but rather a little community is still alive.

We went to a gig in the Triskel. Cian Nugent and Boys of Summer were playing a gig in association with Plugd Records. The Triskel has moved to this old ESB building and it’s so cool in there. It’s like a warehouse or something and there’s art on the walls and it feels amazing in there. A lot of Plugd regulars were in attendance and I had a little chat with Albert and Jim and it was lovely and normal and happy again.

The white lettering over the door of Plugd was taken down during the week. It’s looks so horrible and bare now. You can still see the outline of the letters though, a faded effect, as if Plugd is like a ghost or something. It’s so weird not having it around anymore.

I saw lots of nice people in town though. One conversation had a reference to this blog, which was nice. I like to know the odd person actually reads it. Other people just waved; one gave a wave and a smile that made me feel happy inside, and outside too. He’s cute. Talked to another friend for a while. Hmm…

I’m slightly wrecked now though. That might have been caused by the walking around Bishopstown in the dark looking for my mum in her car to bring me home. She forgot her phone and I couldn’t find her. That was fun. Not.

But today was nice, so to end on a happy note, here’s a choon from Boys of Summer:

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Pictures! Of clothes!

Today I wore this...

Again...

Black plait bandage skirt – Topshop – €35

Long sleeved grey top – H&M – €12.95

Wine tank top – Tophop sale – €4

Grey hoody – H&M – €19.95

Scarf – Topshop – a gift

Eiffel tower necklace – Accessorize sale – €10

Bag – Penneys – €7 I think.

Pumps – Dunnes – €12

Summerrrrr!

Maxi dress – Penneys -€13

Denim jacket – Next children’s section – many years ago..

Bag – free with a magazine

Portaaay...

Ahem...poser.

Black lace dress – Penneys – €23

Black faux leather jacket – H&M – €40

Purple tights – Penneys – €3

Gold chain necklace – Penneys sale – €1

Irregular Choice shoes – Schuh – €90

Everything was bought within the last month apart from the denim jacket.

I heart clothes.

And apologies for the ridiculously bad photos. I didn’t have the patience to make them look decent.

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Fashion, shopping, and clothes.

I like clothes. They make me happy, so happy. If I see someone sitting outside a café, or walking down the street, and they look good, then it makes me smile. People who look a little different to everyone else, but effortlessly pull off whatever they’re wearing. I try my best to achieve this natural look, but I know I fail. It’s all well and good to have ideas, and when you’re in a shop you might have amazing prospects for a jacket or a dress. But some clothes just look crappy after a month or so and you never wear them again. This has happened to me on numerous occasions with items from Penneys in the past, but I do believe I am improving in the picking-out-recession-beating-clothes regard.

Today I bought a hoody in H&M. I wanted a baggy one, to throw on over big t-shirts and bandage skirts. So I went for the biggest they had, a size 16. I didn’t even realise EUR42 was a size 16 until after I bought it. I showed it to my mother who was like ‘Twenty euro for a plain hoody?’. She doesn’t get my whole ‘look’ if you could even call it that. She’s probably right, but the only way I’ll learn is by making mistakes. I like big baggy t-shirts with cardigans thrown over. I like Converse and I don’t like jeans. I know this is an extremely controversial statement, but I just never really wear jeans anymore. They’re boring and safe and there’s plenty of time to wear them when you hit 40. I prefer short skirts and coloured tights.

So my big baggy hoody. I tried it on with my white I ❤ Paris t-shirt, bought in Charles de Gaulle; my black ribbed bandage skirt from Topshop, also known as my ‘piece of material’; a green and navy check scarf from Topshop, grey tights, and black flats. I like it. I know I’ll be sick of it in a few weeks, but right now I think it looks nice. It’s casual-looking, and I love anything in slate grey.

I also tried on two dresses in Penneys. One was a black tea dress with floral designs on it, but not too bright. It might have been a tad long though, I’m not sure. I also tried a black lace dress. It was a nice length and had a good voluminous skirt. I don’t know what I have that would go with it though, and I feel it may be something I could stop wearing after two weeks instead of my usual four.

I might start posting the odd photo of what I’m wearing on any given day, so that the blog isn’t completely my rambling. I think people like to look at pictures, especially of people. I’ll think about it. Taking pictures could be a tad difficult as I can be a bit fussy at times regarding photography.

Went into an amazing new shop in Cork today called Amity on French Church Street. It’s so pretty and spacious and has beautiful clothes and big changing rooms and lovely decor. I’m thinking of dragging my dear mother in there to buy me something pretty for my brother’s confirmation. How I love religion…

I think I’ll stop now. But more shopping tomorrow. Yay! 🙂

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List #1

The first of my lists.

Here’s a list of songs I like. They are in no way intended to be a playlist, and they are most definitely not a definitive list of my favourite songs, but just the ones that come to mind right now.

1. Maps – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

2. Amsterdam – Waiting Room

Myspace, where you can download their album for FREE!

3. So Fine – Telepathe

4. Want It Can’t Have It – Paddy Casey

Myspace or http://www.paddycasey.com

5. Karen – The National

6. Addicted – Mundy

7. Safety Rope – Mick Flannery

8. Heyday – Mic Christopher

9. All My Friends – LCD Soundsystem

10. Sticks ‘n’ Stones – Jamie T

11. ’06 Forever – Hooray For Humans

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12. To Angels and Dead Friends – The Dudley Corporation

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13. Waitin’ For A Superman – The Flaming Lips

14. The Rules – Delorentos

15. Sarah – Declan O’Rourke

16. 9 Crimes – Damien Rice

17. Skinny Love – Bon Iver

18. Rocky Took A Lover – Bell X1 (especially for train journeys – remember, it was on the ad?)

19. Rebellion (Lies) – Arcade Fire

20. And because it was the inspiration for the name of the blog.. Summertime Clothes – Animal Collective

That was hard work, so you better enjoy it!

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Work, work, work..

I feel utterly bored when I am working, but ridiculously guilty when I’m not. I pop online for a quick break, but that quick break inevitably turns into half ah hour. Then I’m about to go offline and someone starts a chat on Facebook. And what can you do then? This vicious cycle continues, generally until it’s time to go to bed.

I did a little work this evening though. I’ve a test on Co-ordinate Geometry in the morning, and really hadn’t much of a clue of it. Not that I have much more of a clue now, but at least there’s not the same level of guilt. I still have two theorems to learn. Dear lord I hate theorems.

I stayed after school for an hour or so today to work on the magazine. We didn’t get a whole lot done on the computer; it was more drawing out a plan and deciding what’s going where. And looking through photos of Plugd and Daithí and floods and such on a USB. Very productive. There was also the obligatory conversation about Our Lady’s Hospital as we stared out the window at it.

I’m thinking of going into school on Friday on my day off to work on the magazine. For some mysterious reason InDesign vanished off my laptop, so I only have Photoshop now. I might as the art teacher for the school’s copy of InDesign so we could work on it at weekends and over mid-term and the like. I’m not sure will she give it to me though… Maybe a bit of a down-on-my-knees-begging job could do it.

I’m going to start something new on the blog, for a bit of variety. Two ‘features’ so to speak that I’ll post maybe once a week or so. I am aware that rambling about my day is awfully boring, so I’m thinking of a list format post every so often. Lists are very readable; people like them. I’m also going to make more of an effort to post photos. They’re not going to be works of art, but just random things I see on any given day. Like today, for example, I might take a picture of my Converse on the floor in this room. That kinda thing; nothing exciting.

But now, two lovely theorems await, along with every question on the Digestive System that has ever come up in the Leaving Cert.

Oh. The. Joys.

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Those weekday thoughts..

Due to the fact that I’m writing approximately 35% of the magazine, it’s a tad difficult to update the blog every evening as well. But seeing as I’m currently unable to do anything else, I’ll ramble away here for a bit.

I’m attempting to learn to drive at the moment in my mum’s lovely Corsa. I had had one lesson before Christmas (with my dad :P) and I managed to start the car, take off, and even tuned the car in my neighbour’s driveway. Then on Sunday I went out again, but the child was in the car and proved to be the biggest distraction ever. I was stalling all over the shop. Yesterday was more successful, even though it was my mum was with me. I really, really want to drive. I hate getting public transport, and it’s awful having to depend on people for lifts. It’s a need, more than a want.

About half an hour ago I went out into the utility room to go outside and walk the dogs. Only a short walk ’cause it’s dark. At the back door were two hurleys: my brother’s and mine. It’s been so long, way too long, since I’ve had it in my hands. Usually it’s a summer thing with me. In the midst of all the hype of the GAA Championship, and with the relatively good weather, my hurling skills tend to improve during the summer months. In a way, I regret never getting involved in GAA competitively, but that’s the thing I like about hurling. You can still have ‘a few pucks’ in the garden or on a beach. It’s the only part of my inner culchie that I embrace!

I’m going to apply to be a student leader for first years. We had a talk about it today and I took an application form. It involves visiting your designated first years three times a week, organising lunchtime clubs and activities, and giving tours of the school on the open night. Caroline and I were plotting how we can make our forms the best. We plan on emphasising the ‘youth’ aspect of organising all-ages gigs, this youth theatre project we did, and also our participation in Kinsale Arts Week showing how we are capable of running events. All this went against me in the bank interviews seeing as they thought I was an arty-farty hippy by the end of it, not that I cared. I quite liked that perception of me, actually.

I don’t has there ever been a more boring post by me, but I can’t think of much else to say. Unless I go for one of those emo blog posts, which were quite popular among my friends back in the days of the old blog. Sooooon…

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Thoughts about someone

Sometimes something goes wrong, or someone annoys you, and you don’t feel too happy. Nothing major, but you just feel like you need a hug and someone to talk to.

And there’s that person you want that hug from; that person you want to pour your soul out to. You want to sit there with them, their body next to yours, and feel happy again. You want them to hold you, and then magically everything will be ok again.

All at the same time, the thought of them hurts you inside, yet still makes you smile. There’s this raw emotion that you don’t feel about anyone else. It’s like love, but less, and more. You know who they are better than you know anything else, but you don’t know who they are to you.

Then why is it that you just keep on pushing them away?

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