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Since we last spoke..

I’m not going to apologise for talking about my life. It’s all I actually want to write about right now, and you’re here of your own free will so I’m allowed incessantly babble on about myself.

In my last post I think I talked about me feeling rather poorly and how I hoped to make it to The National in Dublin last Friday evening? Yeah well that didn’t happen. And to put it bluntly, it really, really sucks. Bigstyle. There’s not much I can do about it, I know, but it’s realising how close I actually came to seeing them live is what hurts so much.

I’m probably over-reacting. It’s just music, right? Not really though. To most people, Boxer is a couple of good songs by some indie band from Brooklyn. To me though, The National mean a hell of a lot more. Maybe one day I’ll go into it, but not now.

I remember first hearing the rumours that they were coming to Dublin. I was fucking ecstatic. Delirious. It was unbelievable. I was dancing around the house like a headless chicken while my parents looked on in amusement. They understood though. Highs followed lows as the shows sold out, as I managed to get tickets from a friend, as plans got messed up, as plans sorted themselves out, and then the final devastating low last Friday morning when I couldn’t get out of bed.

It didn’t really hit me then. At the time I just felt so shit the last thing I wanted to do was get on a bloody train and traipse around Dublin in the snow. I couldn’t have done it and I wouldn’t have enjoyed it one bit. Today though, on the way home, Bloodbuzz Ohio was mentioned on the radio and immediately I changed channel. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t listen to The National. I couldn’t sit there and let that recording play knowing that I so very nearly heard it live. That moment killed me.

Then I was decorating the Christmas tree earlier and I couldn’t even consider playing Alligator. It sat there in the pile of CDs, but I just couldn’t put it on. No Age, Holy Fuck and Abe Vigoda made up my decorating soundtrack. Not bad, but The National just shoulda been there..

I’ll see them some day, and I know it’ll be worth the wait.

In other news:

  • I had my Irish oral today. Got an A1 (fuckyeah)!
  • Two weeks yesterday ’til my birthday which is exciting!
  • Christmas exams start Thursday which is not exciting.
  • I have a dental appointment on Monday, which may sound like a mundane fact but it is actually a huge event in the life of a dentophobia sufferer.
  • I put up the Christmas tree this evening but plenty of decorating remains to be done.
  • I am going to go to the library tomorrow with Caroline to study for the day. It has been two weeks since I’ve opened a book at home due to my being sick. (Refer to point about Christmas exams)
  • I also hope to get a pair of shoes tomorrow. Grey or black pumps, but a decent pair.
  • I got a lovely, warm, black parka the other day.
  • I currently have a €50 note stuck inside one of my Uggs. I must purchase a harness for the dog tomorrow and I get to keep the change. The harness costs a tenner.
  • I’m tired and I should go to bed (wearing my new pyjama pants!) Good night.

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What’s this?!

At this moment in time you may be thinking that your eyes are deceiving you. This couldn’t possibly be a new blog post from Niamh, could it? No, not really. It’s just going to say the same stuff that all the others say, but technically it could be considered new content. There’s something for you too all debate amongst yourselves.

I don’t really have the time to write here anymore, so you might find yourself wondering (or at least I find myself wondering if you’re wondering) why I’ve suddenly popped up here with a few words of my infamous (not) wisdom. Well, I’m sick. Sort of. I think. Hopefully not. Anymore.

On Thursday night there I started on the ol’ Biology papers, beginning the long trek through the light and dark phases of photosynthesis. Paul McLoone had this competition on his show where you could win two tickets to The National at Other Voices in Dingle. I got nervous and excited at the same time and hijacked all the mobile phones in the house to enter said competition. Around the same time I began to feel a bit crappy. McLoone announced the winner, and it wasn’t me. Or any of my family members who wouldn’t know a National song if it jumped up and hit them.

I abandoned the charming Biology papers and installed myself in front of Ros na Rún, bowl of Cheerios in hand. I think I’ve watched about three and a half episodes of Ros na Rún, but sometimes you get an idea into your head. Anyway, I thought I was developing ‘sensitivity’: a unique, hard-to-describe affliction that I sometimes develop for a day or two. I guess it’s like the flu, but then again, I’ve never had the flu, so I don’t really know for sure. It only lasts a day or two though, usually cured by two paracetamol and a night’s sleep.

But, on this particular occasion, WE HAD NO PARACETAMOL IN THE HOUSE. I’d like to pause here for a second and say the following: WHAT. THE. FUCK. What kind of house doesn’t have paracetamol? There was a few drops of Paralink in a bottle, so I downed that. It really didn’t taste like the claimed ‘strawberry’ flavour but I didn’t care. Ros na Rún was getting interesting.

I went to bed early and took up where I’d left of with The Secret Life of Bees, that ol’ Leaving Cert novel that I should have read over the summer but didn’t. Next morning I woke up none the better and stayed in bed for the day, awaiting a delivery of Panadol and Lucozade, which seemed to help things alright it has to be said. Within an hour of the sweet, sweet Panadol dropping into my stomach all seemed well again. I ate a bit f pasta, took a shower and went to a friend’s house to eat pizza and caramel slices while watching Tubs on the Toy Show.

Getting out of bed on Saturday morning was a bit of a trek, but I managed it, and off to town I went in my ridiculously stupid outfit of a little vintage cropped blazer, bandage skirt and pumps. It was bloody freezing. Did coffee, went home, went to bed. Felt mank, slept, listened to the radio, worried about my health, etc.

Sunday passed in much the same fashion, just involving Sunday papers and plenty of The Panel on RTE Player. Single Handed and a cup of tea perked me up a bit though. There’s just something about that Garda uniform..

Now it’s Monday, and I’m at home. The snow is melting and it’s all disgusting so I don’t want to go out and take photos because it’s frankly quite depressing. I’ve also given up thinking about all the study and homework time I lost over the past four days, and have instead turned my attention towards making it to Dublin on Friday for The National. Which I will. Fuck the Leaving Cert, fuck school, just once I get to listen to that beautiful music LIVE. Excitement is building. And I’d also love if Dublin was all snowy, but I hate slush, okay?

So off you go to cross your fingers, look for 11:11 on the clock, throw copper coins over your shoulder, pray, meditate, whatever you’re into, so that I can make it there.

I’ll bring you back a National badge, like. Now there’s an offer you can’t refuse..

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Remember that time..

I’m feeling a bit nostalgic at the moment. In the past day or two I’ve realised how much I miss certain people, places and events. There was something that I loved alot, that I just got, and I no longer have it. Life’s different, and sometimes you just forget that amazing thing ever existed. Then, something happens and you can’t get it out of your head.

I kind of think I want to get out of this city again soon. I miss something that’s gone, and I’m loving the break I have from something else at the moment. But that thing will come back again soon, and I know for sure that I’ll want to leave again once that happens. It’s not like I’m bored here or anything. I’m doing plenty at the moment, and loving it. But it’s the prospect of all this ending and other things beginning that I’m not quite looking forward to.

I don’t want to have to go to Dublin every time I get sick of the daily routine here though. A coffee with someone new would do, or even a day out west somewhere. But Dublin’s always there if I need more space.

It’s weird in a way, how I feel like I have more space in a much busier city. In Dublin there’s crowds of people crossing at traffic lights, the DART and Luas are packed during rush hour and there’s people everywhere. Still though, it’s easier to get lost with so many people around. Sometimes that’s good, but other times you might need a smaller place like Cork where it’s pretty impossible to walk down the street without seeing someone you know. That can be good too, but if you want something new, it can be a bit annoying.

I haven’t had one of these posts in a long, long time, but it’s late and I felt like rambling. It’s just that I miss the big city, and I miss the small city of days gone by. And I know I’ll miss June when it’s finished too.

Christ I know this is all very thoughtful and shit, but it’s a bit of a one off. because sometimes this blog needs a bit more emotional rambling even if I tend to exaggerate a lot.

I just miss the buzz of Dublin like. But Cork’s cool too.

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Dublin. Oh yes.

So I’m here. In the big shmoke. The capital fecking city.

Yesterday was possibly one of the most hectic days of my life. I started out at Kent station at abput 6.10am and got the half six train to Dublin. Next up was the Luas red line into the city centre, followed by a caramel latte in Starbucks on College Green and a read of the Irish Times Weekend Review. I am too cool.

I met Jill outside Trinity and we headed off to the office on Tara Street. Now you all know where I’ll be everyday and come stalk me. That’s a comforting thought. The morning was fairly class I have to say. We had a briefing session as to what we’d be doing, and then the girls got to go off shopping for a summer fashion piece. I know it sounds extremely fun (to any girls reading this at least), but it was quite stressful, I swear! Running from Grafton Street to Henry Street isn’t very relaxing..

In th afternoon we had a meeting with the production editor which gave us a nice insight into journalistic writing and editing. Finished up about 6, and then it was off to the DART station (still with all my bags and luggage) and off to the cousins’ house. I had a lovely dinner with them, followed by strawberries and ice-cream and some meringue too. Then tea. No day is complete without a cuppa tea at the end.

Today I was in the office for half 9. We went to two features meetings with all the important editorial people. I want to be a journalist. I love it. I could do it every day, even if it is a tad scary. I mean, other people, lots of them, reading your words. Then there was a little more shopping for tights, because I was being forced to model the clothes we had bought yesterday.

We also realised no-one had a pair of Converse, which were vital for our outfit. We walked to the Merrion to collect Jill’s Converse and it’s safe to say we nearly died. We weren’t wearing the most comfortable shoes and it was warm and we were in a rush. We grabbed a sandwich in O’Brien’s after, and being the cosmopolitan, sophisticated young women we are, we got a taxi back to the office.

Then it was off up to the roof for the photo shoot. It was sunny and lovely but my face was sore from smiling. I’m used to pose-y faces in photos, not smiling. Then I sent an email, made a few calls, had a root through the drawers under my desk to see could I find any treasures. I did find a few alright. A pen, a shorthand notebook…amazing treasures, eh?!

And back on the DART to Connolly, and then the commuter train to Castleknock. Headed to Superquinn, did a little shopping, and now we’re just about to put on the BBQ out on the balcony. Sun is shining, food is good, and I’m smiling.

Later folks!

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Sin É!

Well it’s not really ‘Sin é’ because I do have to go back next year. But for now, it’s over..

None of this for 3 months!

‘Twas Chemistry today, which is probably the worst I’ve done so far out of all of them. I hadn’t studied because it felt so like summer on Wednesday that it was impossible to concentrate and I just said to hell with it. There was an unbelievable amount of stuff to cover anyway, and I’d never have gotten it done in a day. I don’t think I failed though, but we’ll wait and see..

I went to town after school with Aisling and we went for coffee to our favourite haunt. I was introduced to a fellow blogger, Aimee, there and she very kindly complimented my blog which made me very happy indeed! 🙂 We met up with a few others, but I got sick of doing nothing after a little while so I headed off to buy a card for a friend and went to the post office to write it. E-mails are great, but there’s nothing like a handwritten letter or card. One of my many new resolutions is to write thank you notes where they’re due.. This card was a start though!

Headed home after that, and weirdly enough I’m kind of at a loss as what to do. School’s finished but every time I go into my room there are books everywhere so there’s still that reminder.. I should seriously sort that out.

Planning on staying at home tomorrow and uploading a load of photographs I’ve been meaning to post here for ages. The Internet connection’s fairly dodge at the moment though do it’ll probably take me all day and drive me insane in the process. But if it’s for the welfare of my blog, I’ll do it!

Cafe Mexicana by Monica Jones

There’s a group of us going out for dinner tomorrow evening then. Big groups in town aren’t my thing. I’d rather go for coffee and have a catch-up with one or two friends than do that whole wandering around aimlessly thing. I’ve better things to do with my time, despite what everyone may believe. But dinner’s fine because it’s a good big-group activity.

It’s kind of an end-of-school start-of-summer thing because everyone seems to be going away next week to Irish or French college or whatever. Suits me down to the ground. The peace and quiet will be complete bliss, and I’ve plenty to be doing between Kinsale Arts Week and my week with the Irish Times the following week.

Regarding that, eeeeeeep! After the magazine competition, one or two from each of the winning schools were given the opportunity to do a week’s work experience in the Times. So this blogger’s heading off to the big shmoke of the world of Dublin journalism. Exciting stuff dontcha think? And my lovely, lovely cousins have said I can stay with them for the week.

The only downside to all this is that I had applied for the Young Curators Programme as part of Cork Midsummer Festival, but I’ll have to withdraw my application as the dates clash, but working in the Irish Times is too good an opportunity to turn down.

So that’s the story. Now that I’m on holidays I plan on posting here far more regularly than I’ve been doing recently. I’ve lots of photos to put up too that I’ve taken over the past month or so, but bear with me on that one.

And hope ye all enjoy the long weekend!

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Dublin trip!

I do realise it’s been an awfully long time since I last blogged, but I’ve been busy busy busy. Well it fells like that anyway, but I don’t seem to have done too much with all the time. Anyway, part of my busy-ness can be attributed to the ol’ trip to Dublin last Monday.

Ten of us, and one teacher, got the train to Dublin for the Irish Times School Mag awards ceremony. It was held in the Science Gallery in Trinity College. There was lots and lots of sandwiches, tea, coffee, Hunky Dorys (controversial!) and fruit. Because you have to provide fruit to make it look as though you encourage healthy eating. We had a look at the competition seeing as all the magazines were on display. Alot of good stuff there..

To cut a long story short, our magazine, Snap!, won three awards. We were runner-up in the Overall Magazine category, won an award for design, and I won an award for my article on the closure of Plugd. They showed this video of the judging process first, and the judges made comments on the magazines and whatnot. I think it was Louise Holden of The Irish Times mentioned three names as standing out for her writing-wise. One was mine. That was nice, very nice actually. I put alot of work into that magazine, and it makes it all worth it to hear professionals praise your work.

When it actually came around to handing out the awards Anthea McTiernan, acting editor of The Ticket supplement  of the Irish Times, spoke about my article again. She even went so far as to say I might have even covered the topic better than they did. She also said how I was clearly a customer and really got across the feeling of what Plugd was about. Apart from the fact that she was talking about my journalism skills, it was nice to hear someone say that who understood what Plugd was all about. And she told me to give them a call at The Ticket anytime. Although I probably couldn’t write about anything else like I did about Plugd.

On top of the lovely awards ceremony, we also got to go shopping, which is always a plus! We went to the usual places you go when in Dublin : Urban Outfitters, Topshop, American Apparel and so on. I got a cream vest in UO, and a navy dress in Zara for my brother’s confirmation on Monday. Possibly my favourite purchase though was The National’s new album ‘High Violet’ that I picked up in Road Records. The lovely Dave there gave me the poster for the album too, so I was well pleased. Only problem now is finding space for it on my wall…

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