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Rush rush rush

I’m surprised I haven’t done a huge ‘I was in London at the weekend and look at what I did’ post yet, but I just haven’t had the time. Which is annoying, because I think you need to blog about something while it’s still relevant so that you actually feel what you’re writing. But whatever.

In the meantime, head over to http://loladee.wordpress.com/ to see a guest post of mine. My friend Lorna asked me to do this week’s ‘Guest Wednesday’ so have a look at my post there if you’re missing my rants and ramblings and beautiful words in general.

I’ll be back with my daily blogging by the end of the weekend. Promise. And I can do a big long ranty post about why I’ve been so busy and stressed and whatnot.

Grr.

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Sorry, teacher.

So here’s my newest excuse. For you, not the teacher.

I took lots of photos over the weekend, because I like doing photo posts after the weekend. It’s nice to look at some pictures instead of having to read lines and lines of text. But I haven’t had any time to actually get around to uploading the photos and whatnot to actually do the post. So I’m now devoting a whole post to pure nothingness as I attempt to explain myself to you. I can only hope you are more understanding than my teachers.

Reasons as to why I have been so busy include, but are not limited to:

  1. Six page essay on the poetry of Robert Frost
  2. Planning outfits for London, baby!
  3. Chemistry lab manual has to be handed up tomorrow. Fuck that shit.
  4. Biology exam papers on transport, blood, lymph and one other topic that I can’t recall at this present moment in time.
  5. Irish essay on Faoiseamh a Gheobhadsa
  6. This never-ending maths proofs thing. Every chapter. I swear to God.
  7. Mick Flannery
  8. Shopping. In town. On Saturday. With nice people.
  9. Dinner with my parents.
  10. Coffee in Kinsale

I do think that is the majority of what I have been doing. Oh wait!  How did I forget. Gossip Girl – Season 2. It takes up most of my waking hours not spent doing homework. All of them actually. So blame Nate Archibald’s hotness if you’re missing my words so much.

Actually, speaking of words, in the past few weeks I have really started loving English. It’s kind of strange because I always hated it, even though I did well in it due to my most important talent of being able to ramble about everything and nothing and still seem to say the right thing. I’m just loving this blogging thing. It kind of just flows and once I start I can’t stop. Like now, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. See how all my posts deviate completely from the title? And how I appear to be extremely fond of going off on a tangent?

And while I was doing my Frost essay earlier, I actually kind of enjoyed it. I found it pretty hard to keep to the six page limit. That’s a bad thing though, because I focused completely on his ideas and not his use of language so that’s like half the marks gone but I’m not a big fan of language and I love just rambling about various topics so I knew it was always going to end up like that.

London on Thursday! Woo! Check-in at 6am in the morning though, so I’m starting my going to bed early regime so that I won’t be all tired and crochety. 10pm is my new bedtime, so that gives me exactly three minutes to finish this post, check Facebook one last time, get some toast, pack my school bag, clear off my bed, change, brush teeth etc, read the paper and finally close my eyes.

I’d better get started.

P.S. Posts in the coming days about my weekend, accompanied by beautifully blurry pictures!

P.P.S. I’m now down to two minutes. Oíche mhaith.

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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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