I’m sure that’s been a blog post title before, but the creative juices are running quite low at the moment so it’s the best I can do. And you can probably also take a wild guess as to what the subject matter of this post is going to be about. Feel free to leave now; I can’t say I blame you.
As per usual, we headed to Kinsale yesterday morning, puppy in tow. Had a cappucino and a scone in the Blue Haven while Ozzie stayed in the car. One of the waiters working there sorta fell in love with the last dog so he asked had we gotten a replacement yet. He ended up out on the footpath giving Ozzie plenty of attention. That dog’s such an ice breaker. Need to capitalise on that while I can actually..
Puppy on the sand!
Then we headed off to the beach where Ozzie got plenty more attention. He got chased by kids, then chased said kids, and basically got awws wherever he went. While some other family had dognapped our puppy, I made my brother take a photo of me for this. I’m sure I didn’t look vain or pretentious at all..
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Home, homework out the back in the sun, Hannah called over to see the puppy, we went playing tennis with Liam, I was class, kept getting such good shots and doing my glance back thing at Liam. No-on could deny my greatness yesterday though.
And then I came and didn’t learn an Irish essay on An Chéad Dráma. Even so, I was quite pleased with how that test went today actually..
Better post tomorrow, I promise!
I was tired. Very, very tired this morning. But the offer of coffee in Kinsale lured me out of bed, and there we went.
I had a cappucino and a scone in Café Blue @ the Blue Haven. Their scones are so damn good..
Then we went to the beach by Dock where I took out the camera for my amusement.
The sign on the wall, in case we got lost..
A wooden wall..
Slimy, seaweed-covered rocks..
Then I came home and tried to do some homework…
…but ended up taking out my purchases from Plugd, sorry, Cork Tickets, and playing the TV on the Radio album and doing this:
I heart music.
After that I played Mick Flannery’s ‘White Lies’ a few times. I love his voice. He’s playing the Pav next Friday which is now sold out, but he’s doing an All-Ages on Saturday and I shall be there with bells on. He’ll be playing the White Lady in Kinsale at the end of March. Go check him out… (wink :P)
Then the boredom escalated so I started snapping myself.
My clothes, believe it or not..
And just now I had some of these amazing mini banoffee pies that my mum made.
I’d say I’ll be taking over from yer man with the Good Mood Food blog any day now with photos like that 😉
And now, to leave you with a nice photo that shows my usually-well-hidden emo side..
..while I try and figure out how to diffrentiate and personally respond to Robert Frost.
Sixteen years old and sitting a laptop on a Friday night. Hey! It could be worse!
Some positive developments in the ‘Tomorrow night’s eighteenth official freak-out’ in that I think I know what I’m wearing. The picture to the left (taken from dublinstreets) is the dress I think I shall wear, with dark purple-y tights and dark purple Irregular Choice shoes. Hopefully that’ll be ok because I really don’t have anything else.
My hair is super short at the moment following a visit to the hairdresser’s last Wednesday to get my split ends chopped off. I think I’ll go with straightening the hair and maybe a bit of teasing or back-combing to get some volume going on. I am really trying my best here to be positive about this shin-dig. I hope this is coming across..
It is now half past eight and I have a number of paths that I could take. I could try and get my homework done, which really would be a good idea, seeing as I’ll be out all day and all night tomorrow. And I will have to knuckle down a bit on Sunday what with us getting a few ‘mid-terms’ next week. However, I could stay hibernating here on the couch wasting away the hours on the evil entity that is the Internet. Or I could go to bed and read the various prospectuses I have received in the post. Or I could watch television. I’m sure you care alot.
And at last, the weekend rolls around.
It’s been long enough coming, but it’s one of those weekends that I’m just not looking forward to. Which is a shame really, because it should be the absolute highlight of my life. I’m beginning to think I’m very unsociable for a teenager because I never seem to want to go to parties. A particular type of party. I’ve an eighteenth this weekend, and the best way of describing what it’s going to be like is to think of ‘My Super Sweet 16’. It’s in a hotel with the birthday boy arriving in a limo and all that jazz. Which is fine, but it’s just not an intimate get together where one can get trashed and lie out in the back garden if one feels one should behave in such a manner. I like those kinda parties.
Instead I must spend tomorrow trekking the town looking for something to wear. And shit! I just remembered I’ll have to spend tonight pouring bottles of fake tan over my pasty Irish skin. Ugghhh. And I’ll also have to go find a birthday present. Why oh why do people have parties I ask myself? And on top of all the hassle I’ve to go to, I don’t think this event is going to be all that. For some, no doubt, it will. However I won’t know many people there and there’s some stoopid thing with under 18s having to wear a band so they can’t buy drink. Looks like I’m in for a night of sitting in the corner with my best friend. Oh the joys of the infamous ’18th Season’.
In other news, I have tennis later on. I think it’s time to start worrying when an hour of physical exertion becomes one of the highlights of my weekend. My so-called friends no longer frequent the city centre as we did all summer, leading to caffeine cravings for me, unless I choose to go for coffee on my own, which frankly just isn’t the same.
I should really do a bit of work this weekend too. Next week is the last week of school, so there’ll be a couple of tests no doubt, commencing with Business Unit 1 on Monday. The Mid-Term can’t come quick enough. I am both physically and emotionally exhausted. Well not really, just fed up of school, so academically exhausted then. I just need a chance to go out and SLEEP IN! Inevitably though, it will go all too fast and I will end up even more stressed than I am now.
Gotta go change now, eat some food and go run around a court for an hour. I love my life.