Forever Aloe

Fell asleep on a couch in the student building and was woken up by a dude poking me and asking me if I was gonna be involved in a debate that was happening around me. I got out of there pretty quick I can tell you.

Which is a pity though cause I was so warm and comfortable on that couch and now I'm in a chilled computer room.
Although I was listening to a song while sleeping called 'Befriend a Child Killer' which sounds as odd as it is titled.

Nom nom nom I'm eating chocolate cereal bars. Kinda defeats the purpose but god they're so tasty.


So it was valentine's day yesterday. Once again, no change, forever alone..

This being my beauty product of choice of course.

However I invited all my peeps around to me gaff and we drank cheap wine from the bottle with crazy straws and ate pizza and watched a Ryan Reynolds movie and it was glorious.


Ugh I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens and there is a good chance that the beauty of this music is going to make me cry publicly in this computer room.

I really need to stop saying 'ugh' to everything. I'm just trying to express my disgust at how amazing and beautiful everything is but it never comes off right. It's a very ugh-ly word.
Yeah, I went there.

...I'm embarrassed for not only myself but also my family for raising me for that lame joke.

Actually crying in public is something that has been happening to me quite frequently. But crying from happiness.
I'm a terrible person I know.

So many people out there struggle to get through the day without crying from sadness, or feel like they could cry, and here I am crying out of happiness.

On the bus back home, listening to Sufjan and looking at leaves and how beautiful they are and how happy I was to go home and have a home and just realising how lucky I am - tears everywhere.

Ridiculous behaviour that I really must stop.
(but kinda don't want to)

Hmmm I must go now
I gots my philosophy of religion lecture to go to

Sounds interesting right?
WRONG
Its all about Aquinas.
And I hate Aquinas.

Catch you all on the flip side
(?)

K outie

Roadtrips, Hendrix & Your Mom Jokes.

I'm meant to be in my Medieval Islam class right now but instead I'm lying in bed, half dressed, eating chocolate and listening to Jimi Hendrix. I love my life.

I also have a hot water bottle at my feet. God it's insulting how happy I am

Aw man, totally glad Aaron ain't home to hear my squeeling at the picture of baby chameleons I just stumbled upon.


Good news! I passed my driving test! Absolute fluke, no idea how I did it.. but whatever, voila! I have my pink little drivers license and the freedom to go everywhere!

...Well, I don't have a car but.. my mom's pretty cool about letting me use hers. And my sister is thinking about having me split the insurance with her on her car so if she fecks off somewhere exotic for a job opportunity I could be zooming around Dublin in a two seat silver convertible MG sports car.
YEEAA BUUDDAY.

I'm actually going for a little road trip today to Blackrock with Shmack to go visit D in his new place of work - v. v. exciting!

...Shmack is the nickname of my best friend, i'm not going to go drive with drugs or anything..
?

On Friday I did a 15 hour shift and finished at 4:30am so I went for a little road trip by myself and it was loverly. Went up through the hills of Wicklow, with no real aim, but then I got freaked out because it was obviously very dark and it was quite misty and I kept thinking about all the scary stuff I watch on tv, so I took the N11 back home, going a deliciously fast speed. But not speeding. Because that is illegal and dangerous.

See? Responsible driver right here.

I'm currently making an ultimate road trip playlist. Just some happy tunes and then some of the Little Miss Sunshine soundtrack from DeVotchKa because, well, how could you not? Ooh and some Sufjan too. Because it would be an offensive playlist if it did not have some Sufjan Stevens on it.

I really should go get ready but... bleh. I wanna sit here some more and sing a long to Regina Spektor because I have the house to myself and its always so nice to be able to sing and not have anyone here you.
Apart from the dog. But she's used to it.

Actually speaking of dogs.
Your mother was telling me about this one time you...

LOL@ME
I made a funny.

Your mom jokes are just so easy.
Like you!


Anyway, I was actually going somewhere with that 'speaking of dogs' line.

My sister found another stray dog the other week. A gorgeous King Charles Spaniel who was in great condition, but nobody ever came forward to claim him. A tennis friend of my mother's eventually gave him a home but he was with us for about a week. I called him Wally because he was slightly wall-eyed.

I wish we could've kept him.
He was adorable.

But the cat hated him.


Speaking of cats..

Your uncle was telling me about this one time you...



no nevermind, it doesn't really work.

Turtles Dressed Up As Celery

I'm happy, scared, breathless, and so full of my mom's homemade mac and cheese I think I might vomit.





And looking at this Oscars Nominations list isn't doing me any favours either I mean

Melissa McCarthy

MELISSA MCCARTHY

Nominated for an Oscar? AND TILDA SWINTON DIDN'T?

I mean, I LOVE Melissa McCarthy, I'm so super happy for her, but also shocked that Tilda didn't get the nod because seriously, She rocked my face off in We Need To Talk About Kevin. Even if she did use really ineffectual paint-removing techniques in that film.

AND TREE OF LIFE GOT A BEST PICTURE NOMINATION?

Whoah I thought the critics hated that movie..

And Jonah Hill. I mean, so happy for the dude. But I'm kinda thinking wtf.

My mind is just feckin' all over the gaff.

And John Williams with TWO nominations for best soundtrack?
Get away from me

I think the Artist should win best soundtrack.

Although Alexandre Desplat should've been nominated for Harry Potter. And win.

Ugh, these Oscars are just so different from last year it's insane. Everything was so clear cut last year. This year it's full of movies I've barely heard of.


Ugh. My days have been planned with such good intentions and then they fall flat as a kitten squished by a fat lady.
(Yeah, you really want to know more about that don't you?)

My whole Christmas break was like that. 4 weeks of nothing but playing Zelda and reading. So much reading. And doing college work. And catching up on stuff. Etc.

But nope. Managed to fill my days doing nothing so I didn't even finish all the Narnia books. Still have the whole Inheritance cycle to reread.

Did work 27 hours straight on New Years Eve though. Worked from 12 o'clock, before the wedding began, through the wedding, after the wedding had finished, then for their breakfast the next day.
Yea BUDDY.

It was special.


Ugh I should go to bed. I have my 8am arabic class tomorrow. And considering in the last class I kept falling asleep because I had been awake the whole night talking shite with Eamonn and Aaron, I should really make an effort for tomorrow's class.


And I have my driving test this Friday. Not looking forward to failing that.

I just get so bloody nervous when people are watching me and judging me.

Anyway, I should skeddadle away off to bed, hut hut.

Sometimes I really question the noises and words I put down in this blog.

Mmm my legs really itchy.

I'm gonna go now and scratch it and it's gonna be good.

Goodnight!

P.S - you really didn't need to know about my itchy leg, I'm sorry. That was innappropiate.

P.P.S - I'm doing online theory questions for my driving test..


QUESTION #2. You get dazzled by the lights of an oncoming car at night do you?

1. Switch your main beams back on
2. Slow down, stop if necessary.
3. Put on your sunglasses

Number 3 because you are one damn cool motherfucker.

Goodnight y'all!

Warning: Frantic Attempts at Essay Writing Has Resulted In This

Ugh philosophy essays.

I am sitting in a 24 hour computer room, eating chocolate rice cakes, entertaining a very serious thought that I could be dead, or dreaming, or both. H. H. Price's damn theory of damn survival in the damn next world.. and lucid dreaming. Really fascinating, just complicated.

Forever butthurt that the Avatar soundtrack was crap.
James Horner - why did you dissapoint me so?

Also found out this week that I have had an extreme Itunes labeling mishap. I always thought James Horner composed the Forrest Gump Score (it does sound like him - mainly soaring strings with some lovely warm piano) but nope! It's Alan Silvestri - one mysterious dude that I've only heard of recently but desperately want to delve into more. He did the Polar Express, which I've never seen but has a great christmasy soundtrack. He also did the Back To The Future scores.

ohmygod it is almost sickening how much i need the Never Let Me Go soundtrack.. like NEED it. When I watched the film (which is like a milkshake from Burger King) (i.e. not great) I remember hearing the music and thinking 'Hmm.. nice, but not bothered. Who composed it? Oh, Rachel Portman? How interesting!' and now that I hear it again (on this lovely lovely playlist)
god
the subtlety..
It's incredible!

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*two days later*

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Oh god these essays are killing me.

I cannot freakin' wait till I can get back home to Wicklow. Where my room is warm, and I can get excited for Christmas, and I can just be. I need to go climb a mountain. Like, this is an immediate desire. But first - another all nighter to try and get these essays done. Or else I wont be able to enjoy being home as much as I should!

Urgh. Blonde guy was just leaving and I was like "YES! Computer room to myself" and then no. Universe said no. I am now joined by very chatty, very loud, very irritating scientific students. Seriously, it's like a different world down here in the science end of the campus. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't appreciate the arts block either.. and although they can be a bit airhead up there, and can seem irreverent, down here, it's just like they're all.. blunt spoons.
Oh thank god, the REALLY loud one said she's getting the bus in 10 minutes. I think I've had too much energy drink. I'm a little light headed and woozy. What I really need is this room to myself so I can get up, strech, do a little dance, get myself re-organised brain-wise.

*a good hour later*

THEY'RE GONE!
Finally. Some peace and quite. I have 40 minutes to finish this essay, then try and do a complete essay, from scratch, in 6 hours. I need your prayers and well wishes folks, I aint gonna lie..

Hmmm.. that really awkward moment when you realise that through contemplation of your ideal man and the study of christology.. your ideal guy is Jesus.

Whoah now nelly, I'm not gonna get all 'Jesus is my best friend, my brother, my love, my father' and all that uncomfortable crap.

Nope I'm just working on the fact that the guys I find ridiculously hot are the ones with a big secret, potentially secret identity, a bit of angst, some supernatural powers wouldn't go ary, and just the general air of doom and suffering with triumph at the end.

And who's a better poster boy for all of this than Jesus?

I mean think about it.. Jesus has to be 22 at some stage right? Just your average joe carpenter (big hands, nice muscles - yeah I went there) and yet he's struggling with his identity because he knows deep down he's this world-changing absolutely astounding 'son' of God. He is God incarnate. Yet he's just going about his busines down in Galilea, like no big deal *shrugs* whatevs.

And the phrase that really gets me is "He was born to die"
Like, I can't even explain it. There is something really attractive about that notion - I dunno, the angst, the cruel hand of fate... mmmm.
Although from a theological point of view the phrase 'He was born to die' is quite unacceptable as it does't really portray the true nature of Jesus and his message.

But that's not the point.

I mean, let's forget about all these romanced ideas of Jesus being this waifer thin white boy with flowing long hair and delicate hands. Nuh uh, no way. This dude was primarily an exorciser. He went about the country side fighting demons. Jesus was a kick ass demon hunter, and people always seem to forget this. While kicking butt and taking names, he also healed a good few people (now that's attractive) and said some pretty thoughtful and lovely things, and told some pretty clever stories.

And then at the very end, when all this climactic drama starts happening, and he's all human angst and god-like acceptance, humiliated, tortured, betrayed, his followers and friends watching as he dies. and then BOOM he's all vindicated and like 'yeah bitches, I've rised from the dead, how do you like me now?' which, to be honest, is not as much because he is now a zombie. But anyway. He has succesfully conquered his haters, had a wildly succesful religion based on him and was so significant that the organisation of TIME ITSELF was rearranged according to his life.

Yeah, I could get on board with that.

Oh god, there is something seriously inherently wrong about what I'm writing. Maybe I shoulnd't post this. I don't know.. It has been something I've wanted to get off my chest for sometime now.

Sweet baby jesus in a sports sock, this bloody version of word announces spell check is complete with this noise that sounds like an elephant playing a trumpet being startled. Gives me a heartattack everytime.


Bahahahaha just realised I was listening to the Harry Potter soundtrack really loudly in the quiet computer room. Poor grey-sweater dude. Must think I'm mad.



*LIKE 300 WEEKS LATER*


Soo.. Essays done, Christmas done, New Years done, Holliers in general done.

More about that later - just a rush publish for a very bored Sabrina!

(Please don't outcast me for that Jesus rant!)

Just Call Me Snoozy McSnoozerton of the McSnooze Clan

Huurgh.


Just got refused from the college library.


Yeah, alright, so I wasn't too successful on hiding my large to-go cup from the security guards. But seriously, it wasn't like I was gonna go in there and start pouring hot chocolate on all the books or anything.


Plus I've gone to the 5th floor once and there was just some dude munching on noodles, full on having a picnic right there amongst the bookshelves, stinking up the place with Asian cuisine.


Made me darn hungry I can tell you that.




So.. I haven't blogged in a while.
Eurgh, the verb 'to blog'. Can you spell douche?


Anyway, I've been ridiculously busy with college stuff - well, attempting to do college stuff, but getting distracted by equally important things. And my deadlines are coming up and I have. done. nothing.


I really should be in the library starting the first out of four essays I have due in the next two weeks but nope.. here I am, writing to you fine fellows. Yep that's right, you should feel privileged.


I got about 4 hours sleep last night (goddamn 8am Arabic classes are slowing killing me) and I didn't realise how hysterically tired I am until I was getting my hot chocolate in KC Peaches and when the woman ahead of me tipped the reasonably-attractive barista, my immediate thought was
"Well she wants his dick"
Thank GOD I didn't say it out loud.


I've been so tired recently I think my day has been a success when I don't fall asleep in class.
Last week I full on caught some Z's in my psychological philosophy class, and I'm pretty sure someone had to poke me awake because my professor had noticed. And I learned later on that I tragically fell asleep for the part where he was sharing his experiences on LSD, and when I woke up all he was talking about was the Berkeley - Hume connection.


The worst is when it's in the small classes. 5 people in a class and one falls asleep? Noticable.
Made even better by the fact that when I woke up I didn't even pay attention, I just started drawing unicorns.
(Twee I know)


But I think the sleepy icing on this snooze-filled cake happened yesterday, when I was being SO good and keeping awake, but obviously yawning, and my lecture was talking about the safety-medium of matter. So he turns to me, looks me straight in the eye and says
"So say a spirit mind catches another one yawning, without the medium of matter to safeguard the two minds, if that first spirit-mind is filled with homicidal thoughts because of the yawning, the one that was yawning would get the full force of the thoughts and be destroyed'.


I just sat there, looking him straight back in the eye, with a look of pure terror mixed with humble apologeticness on my face. Which is an interesting mix.. that probably resulted in me looking like my normal glum depressed way. Or constipated. Or both. Which I have a feeling is what I look like right now.
*frowns and then makes an effort to smile*


GARRRGH its half 10. I should've been in  the library an hour and a half ago.
I also have to photocopy my teacher's Arabic book. And carry it around with me all day.
Great.
#FirstWorldProblems


December cannot come quick enough. These pedophile moustaches are terrifying.




Ooooh, by the by, I've fallen hopelessly and irrevocably in love with www.8tracks.com!


I was listening to a playlist called "Jesus Lizard" and man it's freakin' awesome.


I also made a playlist of Autumnal Songs, and so far over 750 people have listened to it.
Which is just mind-blowing. People have even liked it on facebook, and someone put it up on stumbleupon. Like WHOAH. I need a mind condom here cause I'm getting mind fucked.
(Aw Kate made a funny)
(Actually Kate stole that line form Ronnie from Jersey Shore)
(Kate needs to stop referring to herself in the third person)


I also made a winter playlist, which I personally think is much better, but only like 10 people have listened to it..


Anyway, I see from my blogger stats that a lot of people who listened to my 8tracks playlist have found their way here (a link as my bio may have lead the way) so if you're here because of that, hello! *waves*


Alright, this is it. I'm leaving now, I'm going to the library. Yes. Motivation. I have it. It is my bitch. I call it to come over at like 3am and it's all "Sure of course I will, no problem, I am yours forever and always" and I'm like "yes. This is good. This pleases me." but then Motivation is all "But it could be better, couldn't it? Yeah, you can do better, go on, you can do it. Make Success your love-slave. "
To which I reply "Nooo.. I just want to lie in bed and spoon. And eat chocolate biscuits. And watch Ryan Gosling films."


And so that is my life.




love-slave?
That's some dodgy vocab there Kate.


Oh god, she's referring to herself in the third person again - SEND HELP




*sneezes loudly in a quiet computer room*
Man I really need to work on my sneezes, at the moment it sounds like I half throw-up then sigh.


Until the next time I need to procrastinate,


Captain Awesome. :D


*falls out of a tree*
*looks slightly startled*
*walks off looking disheveled and holding a broken carrot that she landed on*

Let's Talk About This...

You know, I'm not even sure how to write a blog post following that title.

It was suggested as a friend desperately tried to remember the URL to this blog, which is almost embarrassing. "Lets talk about this" sounds like I'm gonna talk about break-ups and rational decisions. *scoffs loudly at the absurdity of that ever happening in this blog*

Although speaking of decisions and my blog's url - I have been thinking of changing it recently.
I don't know, just feels like I've grown out of 'omgcheckoutkatesblog'. It's very high-school teenage me, now I'm college me, I'm much more suave and sophisticated. (She says as she munches on micro-wavable popcorn straight from the bag) (You know in that really attractive way where you grab too much popcorn to fit all at once in your mouth but you try anyway)

So wha choo tink? I mean, if I change it, then I'd have to change all my links to it around the internet... and people *know* it's omgcheckoutblahblahblah but then again..
it's so.. lame.


If I changed it.. I think i'd change it to
www.driftinggentlyintomentalillness.blogspot.com

Now, that doesn't look so great.
Hmmmm...

If any super-magical-blogger-fairy wants to pop in and give a wave of a magic wand and fix this on up - that would be fantastical.

And even if you're lacking in the magic wing department but still wanna give a two cents about a blog's naming issue, then please do. Please. No really. Please. PLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEE. *looks at you with pleading eyes*

The keyboard keys are all slippery from the butter from my popcorn.
Mess.com

Hmmm.. seems Zooey Deschanel and that dude from Death Cab For Cutie have divorced.
I can hear all the twee hipster's hearts breaking from here.
http://gawker.com/5855429/zooey-deschanel-and-ben-gibbard-split-up-adorably

Although I did just spend 15 minutes scrolling through some girl's tumblr that was full of pictures of girls in thick cardigans standing in fields with daisies in their hair and a book in their hand, broken up with quotes by Celia Ahern (blegh) while I was listening to 'chill out music' and I couldn't shake the feeling that as I curled up on an old armchair, in my plaid shirt and woolly socks, writing out multi-coloured Arabic notes, that maybe I'm a hipster. But then logged on to my blog and everything returned to normal.

*prays that she wasn't too subtle with that paragraph*
*or even that she was a little subtle*
*actually doesn't know what she's saying*
*she just likes using asterisks*


*draws asterisks all over herself and calls herself Jim*

S'laturs!

My Overwhelming Love Of Leaves

So this blog post has been sitting in my drafts for at least a month, gathering dust, looking generally lonely. I've been waiting to somehow figure out how I can put up the ridiculously cliched photos I took of trees and blue sky and sunshine, but apparently my laptop fails at life and doesn't have bluetooth. So instead I'm gonna put other people's generic summer meadow photos up. Oh yes. Just so you can get the vibe..



Anyway, so as this blog post has been maturing a little too long, with a slight hint of being potential very good. And it's been tainted by the general aura of this blog, so it will never get to be the beautiful descriptive prose it desperately aims to be, so I'm just gonna go ahead and hit 'publish'.


Enjoy :D

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I have just fallen so hopelessly, and entirely consumingly in love with leaves.

Everytime I look at them I'm filled with an over-whelming feeling of happiness and love. I think it's because I know they are leaving soon, and I really don't want them to leave. I want to clasp all of them to me and whisper in their leafy ears 'Don't leave me'. (geddit?) (unintentional I swear)

I actually stood in a field crying because I love summer and sun and blue skies and green leaves so much. Like full on sobbing. Tears, snot, ugly crying, the whole nine red-faced yards. Whispering "Don't leave me" over and over to the world.

I have taken to going for rambles across the fields near my house. I grab my hiking boots, ipod, dog, cross the stream and stroll through the long wild grasses. With the sun beating down on the meadow and warming my skin, and the deep silent river flowing smoothly around the boundaries, it is just the most perfect place. I can see the hills in the distance, and the tall elegant trees planted on the Powerscourt estate. Perdi bounds ahead through the tall rough grasses, sniffing out all the different smells, turning around every so often,with her tongue hanging out and panting, to give me a smiling look like she's saying "C'mon! Hurry up!" and yellow and white butterflies fly up out of the grass, flittering and dancing from one wild flower to the next, accompanied by the bright electric blue flashes of dragonflies. Some would land on my hand and I'd have a new friend for a few minutes to keep me company on my adventures. One time I saw a doe and her fawn literally bound across the meadow infront of me. And in the overgrown hedgerows I'd pick blackberries and munch on them, getting their purple stains all over my hands. While listening to the most heart-wrenchingly beautiful classical summer music. Soaring strings that would lift my heart up and maximise every beautiful scene that comforted my eyes until I couldn't take the happiness anymore and i would literally spin in a circle giggling with glee.
No seriously.

So I'm walzting around this:

Feeling like this:

Everything similar to this:

Listening to this:

Looking like this:

hahahhahahaha JK.


Aw man.. I ate all my polos :(