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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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Sunday, Sunday..

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..

Beach..

A wooden wall..

Slimy, seaweed-covered rocks..

Slán leat..

Then I came home and tried to do some homework…

Eugghhh..

…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..

How lovely.

And just now I had some of these amazing mini banoffee pies that my mum made.

Mmmm... 🙂

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..

Hmm...

..while I try and figure out how to diffrentiate and personally respond to Robert Frost.

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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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Formspring…

I’m on Formspring here and I’d love if you’d pop over and ask me a question. 🙂

You can now stalk me and find out everything about my life. What fun!

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