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We’ll start with last weekend..

Ok, I know I’m always making excuses, but I genuinely didn’t realise how lazy I’ve been with the blog recently. Not that I even need to make any excuses or anything because it’s my blog and I can do what I want with it. But I love ye all so I don’t want you to think don’t care. Anyway, moving on..

Last weekend provided alot of blog material. I should have written about it back when it happened, but I kinda didn’t feel like it. I don’t know did I actually ever mention it, but I was staying with a friend last weekend while her parents were away. So naturally we decided to avail of the fact there were no parents around and invited a few people over to help us consume the litres and litres of alcohol. After an extremely dramatic race in my tights, standing on street corners, and a couple of lies, we managed to get away with it, and Friday was really a rather civilised night. ‘Twas grand, nothing major, just a few friends spending the evening together. Oh how times were easy..

Nightlights for prettiness!

We sat inside, then outisde, and once dusk arrived, I insisted on the addition of nightlights to create some atmosphere. It worked, but then again, my suggestions always work.. 😛

And after all that, everyone else left, and we went to bed. Next morning, I arranged to meet Lorna and Brendan and Caroline in Fellini’s on Carey’s Lane. I’d always passed, looked in, and commented we should go there sometime, but never got around to it until Saturday. It’s a really lovely place with pretty décor and a little vintage shop section with all kinds of interesting things. And the produce ain’t half bad either! On Brendan’s recommendation I got the muffin and it was served warm with melted chocolate drizzled over it. Mmm..! So we sat there for ages and chatted about this and that and it was lovely. 🙂

Oh! Nearly forgot! Just before Hannah and I went to get the bus, I had to go get a rosette for my brother for his Confirmation. And on my way I passed a busker who was surrounded by young ‘wans’. And I recognised him. Last June when I was out selling scratchcards on the street, I stopped him and he bought one and we chatted for a bit about my scratchcard-selling and his busking. I never saw him again, until Saturday. Had I had the time, I’d have stopped and re-introduced myself but I was in a rush home for dinner. It made me smile alot though, because he was just one of those people who’ve stuck in my mind.. I’ll see him again, I’m sure..

That evening, it was Ian’s 18th. And not just any 18th either, this was a Pokemon-themed 18th. Yes, we are so cool. I went as Dawn. Don’t ask me who she is either; it was Google who chose my costume for me.

The famous 'Dawn'..

Not that I looked much like her, apart from wearing a black dress and having the same colour scheme going on. But at least I made an effort. And to be fair, it was an excellent party, and very well stocked. Plenty of drink (to my detriment) and food, and the lovely Jasper too! Perhaps I went a tad overboard with the alcohol, but I was very merry and happy so there was no need to stop. And it’s not like I was going home so I didn’t need to be stone cold sober leaving either.

Although, as the night went on, I got drunker, the house got messier, and stuff got more complicated. But I didn’t mind, because it meant I had an excuse to escape from it all and tell Ian’s parents and their friends my life story and every single problem I’ve ever had. They are the coolest people ever. There was drama, but Caroline and Ian and I went for a nice peaceful walk, but had to turn around abruptly as our lift had arrived. And then the birthday boy sprained my finger. Which was so very nice of him.

The car journey home was fun. And then I went to sleep. when I next opened my eyes, my finger was twice the size it should have been. Attractive..

Sunday can be summed up concisely in one word: Hangover.

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Nothing other than my weekend

I think it’s tradition by now to write a summary of my weekend on a Sunday or a Monday. So here’s the weekly entry to bore you with the inane details of my life.

On Friday at 1 the whole year went to Hamlet in the Everyman. This was a rather painful experience that lasted three long hours, but I’ve pushed it to the back of my mind until I’m forced to recall it for some question or other. My parents decided to go out with friends on Friday night so I got to spend a fun night at home minding the child. Although, on the upside, they got me a Pádraigín’s speciality pizza for dinner so it wasn’t all that bad.

The consequences of them going out and getting drunk was none other than having to wait around for hours for a lift as my mother attempted to sleep off her hangover. Lightweight.

Wandering about the Crawford..

Eventually she arose, and I got a lift to town with her and met Aisling, Aisling and Hannah. We were wandering around when we passed the Crawford and saw that the new exhibition was open, and so popped in for a sconce around. The exhibition was by Backwater Artists Group and is well worth a look if you’re around Cork. And it’s free! We are such recessionistas, like!

When we left the Crawford though, it was beginning to drizzle, so the obvious spot to hide from the rain was our favourite coffee shop, and there we headed. The I text a friend, and he came up with another friend of his whom I last saw when I was in a rather merry state.

But there was nice chat and lots of laughing, until I accidentally broke a piece of wood off the counter we were sitting at. I had had my foot resting against it and it kind of just gave way. There was a bang, and I said in what was probably a rather high-pitched voice ‘Oh Jesus Christ what did I do?!’ and about a second later the guy working there also said ‘Oh Jesus Christ what did she do?!’ But only because he knows us, so I wasn’t offended or anything. And he came down to examine the damage, but we kind of just stuck the piece of wood back where it was, and it stayed, so I didn’t have to go washing the coffee cups or anything. Not that I’d have minded…

We then walked around town, talking, looking in shops, bumping into various people, avoiding others; just the usual. We sat on Grand Parade, watched a hobo play soccer with three other guys, helped Liam’s sister tidy up the coffee place she works in return for pain au chocolat and Danishes. Fair exchange I think. And we sat eating them, and eating Celebrations and telling stories of people and times gone by.

Dancinggg!

There was a bit of a conversation with a skinny skater dude involving an unwanted Danish, but we’ll just forget about that. Then I decided to go to this 18th that I’d be invited to. So I got the bus with Niamh and Ross and Nicole as far as it would go, and then had a bit of a trek to actually get to the party, but we got there fine. I got a little bit tipsy, talked to old people, talked to new people, danced, shouted, hugged and had a good night. It was a surprise portaay in a free gaff and the place got a bit wrecked, with one room looking like it had been attacked with glowing goo. Which it had been. There were alot of glowing Topshop clothes going home last night..

But it was a fun night, with a different crowd than I’m used to, which was nice for a change.

This morning was quite lovely too. I woke late-ish seeing as the clocks had gone forward, but I, unlike my mother the previous morning, managed to get up fine and we headed to Kinsale. I told her about my day in town, about the party, and she was cool about the ol’ Al.Co.Hol. Nice bitta trust developing there. Got behind the wheel for a bit then today, and I’ve hugely improved my starting the car, so my Easter driving is going according to plan.

Good weekend. Happy happy happy!

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‘Tis been a while…

When I got back from London I realised I had so much work to catch up on. The week before we went I was only thinking about going away, and then reality hit on Monday when I saw all the homework I had never done. And we had three maths tests last week. If that doesn’t excuse me, I don’t know what will..

The past weekend was good, really good. After getting Business and Maths tests out of the way on Friday, I went home and straight to bed. Passion Pit were on in the Savoy that evening and we had three tickets between 7 or 8 of us and decided we’d head out anyway as it was a friend’s birthday. I felt a bit crappy so I popped two Paracetamol and went for a nap. setting my alarm for 6.15pm. Inevitably, I put it on snooze and didn’t get up until 7pm so there was a bit of a shower-change-pack rush going on between then and eight.

We got to town and saw the queues outside Savoy and just decided to give up there and then. A little bit of wandering the streets ensued, but that was to be expected, and after a bit we ended up in a pub. We met a few people in there, both young and old, friends and strangers, and quite a bit of Irish was spoken. Drink always brings out the cúpla focal in people.

It was a lovely, lovely evening, and we even a platter of free sandwiches for whatever reason. Seriously, how bad? Then I got word that the whole getting into Passion Pit scenario was pretty lenient, but one drink led to another and we never got there. We did give our tickets away though, for anyone who’s raving at the thought of wasted tickets.

We met some lovely, and some not so lovely people after we left the pub. Somehow, I got talking to this guy, a DJ he told me, and we joked about adding each other on Facebook. Then the following afternoon in town, who do I see DJing in the window of a shop in town, but himself from last night. We waved and laughed.. Small world, like.

Town was so nice yesterday. Cork is so cultural these days that the food stalls were out on Grand Parade and there was some Irish-y band playing and there was Art in the Park – all part of St. Patrick’s Festival as it’s called. No longer just Paddy’s Day, but here in Cork we extend it to a whole festival. Myself and Aisling got some savage ‘Gourmet Sausage Sandwiches’ from O’Flynn’s for lunch. Feckin’ delicious.

Now it’s Sunday and my head hurts and I have a cold. Which sorta sucks. But I don’t feel too bad. We went to Kinsale earlier for coffee and whatnot and now I’m shuddering at the prospect of having to start my homework. My room’s a wreck and I’ve to walk the dogs, but I think I might just say ‘Feck that’ and get lost on the Internet for a few hours.

It’s Sunday after all, and aren’t we all supposed to rest and not do anything or something?

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Le Weekend

I know the weekend is all but a distant memory now, but better late than never.

Saturday was nice. I went into town with my mum in the morning and we met my aunt for coffee. Surprisingly enough, I had a hot chocolate as I’m not a huge fan of the coffee in this particular establishment.

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Hot chocolate.. mmm!

Then we went to Opera Lane where my mommy bought me a grey dress in Topshop. It’s onr of those ‘skater dresses’, long sleeved, and plain grey. Then I went to H&M and bought myself an organic cotton t-shirt for a tenner. It’s turquoise and has a sort of numph-style design on the front.

I met up with my friends, and we headed to see Mick Flannery in the Pav. It was an all-ages gig, but apparently under 18s were supposed to be accompanied by an adult. Ticket prices were cheaper for under 18s aswell. There were these two guys in the queue ahead of us and I asked them ‘Will you be our parents?’ which led to some laughs and chat about them being just friends, and would surely only pass as our slightly older brothers. But we got in without any questions anyway.

The Pav had tables out on the floor and candles on the tables.

The floor and all the peoples..

The music was excellent and Mick was lovely. He’s shy and appears to be grumpy but is really rather funny.

“I’ve the stage presence of a sock. Not very useful in this line of business.”

Beautiful music 🙂

Mick and Yvonne

After the gig, they put the Ireland England match on upstairs, and Liam joined me, an the others left, and then we finally left the Pav when the match was at 13-13. We are true Ireland supporters indeed. Then Liam and I went shopping. Well more like Liam shopped while I held his stuff and gave some constructive criticism. He should have bought the cardigan in H&M, but went with the Cormac-esque jumper instead. Anyway.

That evening, I met my parents for dinner in The Brick Oven. Formerly Proby’s Bistro, it’s located on Sullivan’s Quay and looks lovely both outside and in.

The Brick Oven

The walls inside have loads of different style letters..

Crappy photo, but the ceiling has lots of different lampshades.

I had an amazing pasta dish with chicken, mushrooms and a cream sauce. With plenty of parmesan on the side, which I absolutely love. Their pizzas are fab too, and my dad actually commented how nice his steak was, and he meant it. Dessert was a delicious chocolate brownie sundae with warm brownies and ice-cream all together. Yum.

Sunday was Kinsale and homework. No surprise there.

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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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Saturdays are simply the best

No day of the week will ever be as good. Ever.

I went into town with my mum, went for coffee with her and two of my aunts. Aunt bought a cardigan for me. From Penney’s, but I love it. Penney’s has gotten so good.

Then I went to Topshop and bought a denim skirt and a long grey jumper/dress with giftcards I had from Christmas. And got a 10% student discount. Good start to the day loike.

And I met my friends and we wandered around and I looked at second hand books and we went for coffee and there were beautiful paintings and the brownie was amazing and I got two stamps on my loyalty card and I met lovely people and I had a freak out and my friend was so nice to me and I laughed and I smiled.

We decided to go for dinner and my mum was cool with it even at my ridiculously short notice. It was lovely to be free and there not be any pressure to catch a bus and run around all flustered. We walked and we talked and we searched for a restaurant and finally went to Gourmet Burger Bar. Falafel for Hannah and me, chicken for Ash, Haloumi for Botch and chicken wings for Liam. All in burger form of course, apart from the wings. And it was tasty and fun and relaxing and happy. We paid and left a tip and missed our buses accidentally-on-purpose.

Tea sounded good so we wandered to Gusto where Liam paid for my coffee and then made me pay him back. And we talked and we planned in the candle-lit café and I sipped my Americano and admired the lovely waiter. And Jim passed and waved and I loved, loved Cork again.

We walked to the bus stop and got our bus and came home and I tried on my clothes and now I’m here.

This is a day to remember.

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The weekend

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.

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