I think my lack of posting here kinda shows I’m a bit busy at the moment. All the same I like the calm of a Sunday morning. There’s nowhere to rush to, nothing major to do; you can just take a break. Then again, this all changes at 7pm when you realise you should really start your homework. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Friday was nice. Tennis started again and it was so good to play again. My lungs nearly exploded at the end of the fitness section, which made me realise just how unfit I’d gotten over Christmas. My 12-year-old brother was playing my 17-year-old friend, and the child won. It’s kinda shit for the teenager being beaten by that little squirt for the last place on this new squad, but the child must be good, and that’s life.
It was up early for me on Saturday for Maths in UCC, which really wasn’t so bad. The lecturer we had is pretty amusing and he showed us this really cool thing about the last digit of the ISBN number on books and how you can calculate it by using this modulus thing. And he’s a man after my own heart with his need for coffee or else he can’t think.
We walked to town then, stopping along the way to take various photos for the magazine: the gates of UCC, the Glucksman, the Vault closed due to flooding, Café Depeche, the Kino, the courthouse. Then we met the others and wandered around taking pictures of coffee hangouts for Caroline’s article which tells you what kind of person you are based on what coffee shop you hang out in. It’s funny, only because it’s so true..
Then ourselves headed to Cork Coffee Roasters, where Hannah almost broke another plate. It was busy but nice and the staff were chatty and the coffee was good, the brownies amazing too. We talked about various stuff, including family holidays and our intense loathing for them, and what our favourite day ever was. I had a few.
Botch and I then went to the library while the others went to Topshop or somewhere. We were looking for a book on the old mental asylum in Cork for an article I’m writing for the magazine. Upstairs we went into the reference library, wandered through the shelves holding the books of the Irish Constitution, and finally found our way up another narrow stairs to the Local Studies room. All the cabinets were locked but the man working there knew exactly where the book I wanted was. We sat down at this table, the man opposite us poring over a huge book of sorts with old, yellowing pages, and leafed through every page.
Just as we finished up, the lights were turned off, and it was quarter past five. Fuck knows how long we spent in there. Stress ensued as I replied to texts, answered calls from my dad asking was I coming home, where I was blah blah blah, but then got a lift home with Hannah.
Had dinner, went to mass. I kind of enjoyed mass. It was the first time I was in the church since it’s been completely revamped and it’s really rather nice. There was an article about it in the Examiner last weekend I think, and I wanted to have an ol’ sconce. The new walls and windows and pews are lovely, and the stone floor is so much nicer than whatever was there before. The ceiling and altar are nice and modern too. I think attendance has increased with this new, comfortable church as a lot of the seats were full, so I went and sat on my own, and I liked it. I mean, it’s not like I listen to what’s being said but I like just sitting there and thinking. It’s not often you can do that without having something else you should be doing.
Then we went to Aisling’s house for Roses, coke, gin, exercise equipment, and the mighty book of answers. Really, really nice evening. Happy happy happy. 🙂
And if you actually made it this far, well done!