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Autumn/Winter ’10

AW10. Two letters combined with two numbers that cause ridiculous amounts of excitement. I’m no exception to that fact. Summer is great and everything, and it is a nice change to be able to go out in just a dress or only have to throw on a cardigan instead a huge woolly coat. Maybe I’m weird, but the novelty of this all wears off pretty quickly for me.

I’m in the minority of Irish people regarding my opinions on the weather. Granted, it’s bloody handy to have this universal conversation topic, allowing us to sail through life without any awkward silences, but I don’t do the complaining thing. I like the cold. I don’t mind if there’s a grey sky outside. To top it all off, I’m not a huge fan of hot sunny days. Dear Lord ye’re probably all slowly moving that cursor up to the red x in the corner, no longer wanting to read such a strange person’s blog. Ok then.

But just think about the winter. You get to wear cosy tights and knee-high boots and leather shoes. You can layer away ’til kingdom come; tank tops and t-shirts and dresses and jumpers and cardigans and blazers and coats ALL WORN TOGETHER. I don’t know how this sort of stuff cannot cause excitement. I’ll also admit that alot of my clothes are dark coloured. Grey, black, navy, more grey, and a bit more black. Then there is the wonder that is a scarf. A scarf can change an outfit in a second. God almighty I love scarves.

Winter means lots of different materials and textures. It brings cold days spent hidden inside cute coffee stores drinking cappuccinos and hot chocolates. Long evenings by the fire with the rain lashing down outside. Hats and coats and scarves and gloves. Winter walks on the beach with the cold rain and wind. That Christmassy feeling when town starts getting busier and the night comes that little bit quicker..

I am very excited about being able to wear lots of nice new clothes though. It’s possibly my favourite thing about AW. In preparation I have so far purcahsed a pair of brown brogues, lots of tights and a new blazer. I can’t describe the blazer because I don’t know what it’s called but I’ll do an outfit post soon with it. The lovely Caroline was doing a bit of a clear out too, so I got two fab t-shirts and an unworn orange pashmina. And you know how I love my scarves! Not forgetting the two hoodies.. The tennis club won’t know what hit them.

Other things I may invest in include: striped top, woolly grey socks, purply sleeveless blouse in Topshop (it is amazing), a dress of some sort, an amazing leather jacket, more shoes and boots, a black shirt, more vests and tanks,  and alot more that I just can’t think of right now.

Time to go to town. Outfit post later if I can get someone to take nice pictures of me.

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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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Summer.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned summer much here so far. It’s weird to think that I started this blog on the first day of 5th year, and now it’s almost all over. It seems so long ago that I wrote that first post, but the year seemed so short too.

Now though, summer is here, and it’s time to go off the rails and party all night and be the completely carefree teenager like the ones you see in American TV shows. But y’know what? I’m not going to do that. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but it’ll be what I want to do.

Kinsale this evening..

Summer is always built up to be the HUGE event and non-stop party but I think people get a tad carried away. Calm down, and things will fall into place naturally. It worked for me last year, and I had the best summer ever.

I have a few plans for the three months off alright, but I’m not going to into them now or you’ll have no reason whatsoever to read Wintertime Clothes over the summer and that wouldn’t be very good at all would it? Speaking of blogs, I’ve been asked to write a blog during the summer for an organisation I suppose you could call it, so watch this space for more details of that!

Today’s the first day that I’ve been properly excited about the summer, and it feels good! I’m looking forward to taking a break, sitting outside cafés drinking coffee, and spending time with certain people. There’s a few other bits and pieces in the pipeline too, such as Kinsale Arts Week. The first volunteer meeting was this evening, and it was so nice to see everyone again and see the new box office and have a catch up. And I got to tell everyone about last year and how it’s such good craic and I’ve been smiling since.

We’ll see how it all goes anyway. SUMMA 2k10 FTW. (That’s sarcasm btw..)

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Exams

On Wednesday I started my summer exams. I had Monday and Tuesday off, so like any weekday I have off I listened to the radio for hours on end. It’s a little luxury in life that I rarely get to enjoy due to my being at school everyday, so listening to morning and afternoon radio is something of a rare treat for me. Oh the simple things..

So if I’m awake, I usually start with Ryan Tubridy at 9am, although very rarely am I up that early. As soon as he finishes up it’s over to TodayFM for 2 hours of Ray D’Arcy, followed by another Ray (of the Foley variety) until I realise that I really need to start studying and I eventually turn it off.

This is what we look like from above. Just we're wearing blue.

On both Wednesday and Thursday I finished up at 11:15. It’s the one thing I actually like about exams I guess. You’re in and out of school before the morning’s over, so there’s plenty of time for lounging around at home while everyone else is out. Whenever I have to feed myself, I never settle for a simple sandwich either. It always has to be something far more complicated, and must involve some from of heat energy. Our house isn’t the best for food supplies though, so I was relegated to the dry food stores press on two occasions, and had baked beans and a potato waffle. It was nice though. I hate the thought of beans, but together with a waffle they bring back memories of when I was four years old and it made me a tad nostalgic for the good ol’ days..

So eventually after all the cooking’s finished I’d start on a bit of study, interspersed with sessions on the Internet. Funnily enough though, I never got a chance to update the blog. Writing blogposts seems to be a big task, whereas I always say to myself I’m only going to check Facebook, Twitter and my email, and then head back to the books. But we all know that never happens.

Maths was on Wednesday. Wasn’t too bad. (c) parts were ok, but a good few tricky (b) parts.

English wasn’t the worst either. Timing was ok for me, but I hadn’t learned any quotes from Hamlet so my English teacher’s going to freak at me over that one. But I’d rather use my time to keep writing analysis instead of wasting time trying to recall some ridiculously nonsensical quote.. (Love you Shakespeare babes!)

Biology was alright, but way too many questions on bacteria, which I’d only briefly glanced over just before the exam. About an hour left at the end too, so I tried to sleep, but that’s surprisingly difficult in an exam hall I found..

Irish was probably my best so far. I predicted the poetry and prose perfectly, but that doesn’t mean I actually learned it. Still though, I managed to ramble on and make stuff up and probably wrote alot more than I would have had I learned something off by heart. Timing fairly tight though..

So I’m sure you found that lowdown on my exams utterly riveting, but there’s not a whole lot else going on right now, so you’re going to have to put up with my ‘exam diary’ so to speak. Only three left now though, so freedom is near!

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Summery days and short skirts..

Y’know, we’re going to get used to this sunshine here on our little island on the periphery of Europe. We’re going to start thinking we’re entitled to it then, and we won’t be happy campers when it decides to head back to wherever it belongs. But until then I’m going to enjoy it. The sun allows us to spend our days lazing around the park, and then me making Aisling follow me around and take photos of me so I can show you what I wore. Not that it’s even that exciting or stylish or ground-breaking but I like documenting things like that.

Looking casual..

Gazing into the glistening water.. 😛

Skirt : Penneys

Top : Zara

Shirt : Stradivarius

Scarf : Debenhams

So we sat on the two rugs we brought, ate pasta, and drank tropical fruit juice. Then people kept joining us. I think we have some magnetic force that attracts everyone towards us. That, or we’re just so cool they can’t stay away..

Playing *dangerous* sports..

You can’t see much of me in that photo, but  my bracelets frame the scene nicely I think, as do the sunglasses. And then there’s L and P and K being violent with E’s juggling equipment. I was hit, attacked, beaten up.

Oh, and then while I was lying there trying not to get hit by that low flying object, my friends did this.

That's me..

And then there was the argument about how is it that my feet look smaller than A’s when we take the same size Converse?

We so indie, yaw.

I think it may because mine are tied quite loosely and so look wider, therefore reducing the length:width ratio. Also, I tie my laces behind the tongue, so less lace is seen, possibly making the shoe appear shorter.

That’s science for you.

Possibly.

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