Drifting Gently Into Mental Illness

Turtles Dressed Up As Celery

2012-01-24T23:01:00.001Z

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?

Switch your main beams back on
Slow down, stop if necessary.
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

2011-12-14T00:29:00.002Z

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

2011-11-30T09:56:00.001Z

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...

2011-10-31T19:48:00.000Z

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

2011-10-31T19:03:00.005Z

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 :(

A Beautifully Epic Failed Gym Attempt

2011-10-03T12:59:00.001+01:00

It's half 10 in the morning and I've already failed at life.

I tried to go to the gym. I managed to make it to a changing room (with a very panicked, scared and startled look on my face) by following other people, but then I couldn't work out how to get to the pool. So I gave up and came home. And now I'm pantless, in bed, watching Doctor Who and eating cereal.

I wasn't even in the gym before someone had judged me as an idiot. I couldn't work the i.d card / barrier / turnstile system and some dude was all like 'Hold your card further back' and 'Look it's green now, you can go through'. And I was all flustered and appreciative even though he was a douche who had forgotten a towel so his face was swimming in his own sweat.

Ew.

But yeah. So that was my first trip to the college gym done. This week I'm actually gonna try and make it to the swimming pool. Fingers crossed it happens.

I've just started into my second week of college. Already behind on reading and notes, and spending this hour I have off in the computer room writing my blog isn't really helping but meh, it's so goddamn therapeutic to just type and type and type and type and type and type and type and type and type..

..and type and type and type and type and type and type and type...

I was meant to be printing off reading for my transcendental phenomenology class but the reading isn't up yet so i'm either gonna have to print it off later or come in early tomorrow. And I'm already in hate with my early starts. 2 9ams and 2 8ams. disgusting. Although I still only have 11 hours a week so.. I really can't be complaining :D

I was up late last night talking to D, who's off living the life in Vancouver. He keeps playing beer pong and going to keggers and I'm just sitting here green with jealousy watching the rain pour down outside.

(Yes - it sounds like pathetic fallacy but actually it's just the weather in Ireland. On Saturday when I woke up we seemed to have gained an extra river coming down our driveway) (but on saying that, the whole week before was a glorious indian summer, not only featuring the hottest day in September in a very long time, but also the hottest day of the summer)

Oooh weather, fascinating subject Kate, please do keep talking. You're ever so interesting.

Shut up sarcastic voice. Get back in your box.

..and type and type and type and type and type and type..

*puts on a comedy wig*

Everytime someones text message alert noise goes off I always want to act all serious and turn around and say 'What was that?'.

Snaps to ANYONE for that reference. So obscure. So vague. So irrelevant.
Why am I even still typing.

Seriously. The blog police should prevent me from having a blog. I still hate saying 'my blog'. I sound like such a douche. Like this is where I write my emo poetry and bitch about people in my life but only use their initial so they obviously won't know it's about them.

Oooh I should go. I'm meeting Catherine for lunch. Mmmm... lunch. Then I'm going home and watching the end of a Ryan Gosling film and eating cake. And then coming back in for another lecture. Although I know for a fact I will have an extreme internal argument about leaving the apartment.

(value of the lecture vs. the value of my comfortable bed)

Till next time my precious lambs,

*waltz's out of frame*

Fluffy Kittens and Tattooed TV fitness coaches.

2011-09-11T23:24:00.000+01:00

Guess who I have purring on my lap?
Ew you perv,
no.
my new kitten!

He's called Elliott Pancake Von Hubben (when he's bold, and Elliott for short) and he is adorable. Brown and dark grey tabby. Playful, loving, never stops purring! Pictures would be awesome right now, but heck, that's WAY too much effort/ being professional so.. no. You can just imagine him in your mind. I'm sure you're picturing him much better than he actually looks. Shooting rainbows out of his eyes and wearing knitted sweaters he made himself and being a big bundle of fluff and all that.

He's like something out of a cat food advert. He sleeps in my room at night and at about 5am every morning he sits on my chest and peers in my face, so when I open my sleepy eyes, I just see his big ones staring back at me, and then he miaows, which somtimes comes out as a chirp. So I pet him and he flops down onto my stomach, curls up against my hand and goes back to sleep.
Excuse me while I go die from the cuteness overload.

I can't believe it's been a month since I last posted! I've been meaning to write a blog post for frickin' ages but I just never seemed to get round to it.. and I have so much to rant about, I don't know if I should pile it all into one post (which may melt your brain) or be sensible yet with more fuss, and create two blog posts.

Maybe I'll try and be proffessional and split it into two. One on just a random ranting rampage (this one - can you tell?) and one in which I'll rant about summer and leaves. But mostly just about leaves. I really love leaves at the moment.

Hmmmm... Everytime I watch the Biggest Loser, I'm always either eating or craving something ridiculously fattening.
Meh.
*fixes the feather in her stylish fedora*

Oooh hold on, forgot what a bang Shannan is in the Australian Biggest Loser. I've been so used to Lovely Bob from the American one. (Pretty sure he's gay... right?)

Why do these trainers always have these tacky-yet-for-some-inexplicable-reason-attractive arm tattoos? Is it a uniform? A right of passage? When they come together in manly personal trainer conventions, do they all point and laugh at the ones on the fringes who don't have irrelevant tribal tattoos on their bulging biceps? And then later on do they all get really drunk and the un-tattooed ones get roped into this personal trainer initiation circle where they have to strangle chickens and jump on broken glass for 2 hours and when they wake up, they're married to some suspicious ladyboy called bob and at last have a gianormous random patterned tattoo on their muscular forearms? And they finally feel accepted? Loved? Part of a community? Belonging to something greater than they are? Feeling like they have a goal, a shared aim, a sense of purpose? Do they finally feel loved by the personal trainer community? Is that what the shared tattoos all boil down to?

Look at Shannan's face. It is the face of a man screaming out for meaning in his chaotic irrelevant contemporary life? You can just see the anguish and suffering of existence burning behind those eyes!

...May have taken that a tad too far.

Oh the perks of being a theology student.

I found an apartment!! After weeks of searching and hunting, we got one on, it's lovely, the top floor of a Georgian building in the heart of Dublin, we have little stairs that go up to the bedrooms, very sweet.

Basically like that.. but not boarded up. ..Yeah.

I'm watching that awful movie 'Vampires Suck' and it's turning my brain to mush so I think I might just hit publish and go with it.

Mushymushmushmushmush MASH

Ha.. if you get my cat's tail and tickle his face with it he'll just start chewing on it.
Stupid cat.

Smoochie Booch my wonderful little creatures of truth and beauty!

*moonwalks into a fridge*

Bitta HurSpray

2011-08-08T22:24:00.000+01:00

I was going to put on my wellies and go across the fields after dinner but a fierce amount of cloud rolled in so I thought 'feck it, i'll go write a blog instead'.

I've been working the past 3 days, pretty hard. But pretty happily. I sorta wore the sash of responsibility for the first time, and gotta say, I enjoyed it. Although I don't think I could wear it constantly.
*mutters about it clashing with her eye colour*

On Friday I worked for 15 hours. From 7am till 10pm. Was doing a breakfast buffet for a large group of americans. Then a wedding set up. Then a small dinner. Carried 3 plates during service for the first time. I could carry them already but this was my first time carrying hot plates. Didn't drop anything, so all was well with that. Also got a hundred euro tip for doing that dinner. I think the word you're looking for is 'sweet'.
On saturday I worked 11 hours from 9am till 8pm. I was made captain of the breakdown team, my first time ever having a little c in a circle beside my name! I was in charge of the newbies and making sure the ballroom was reset for breakfast for 200 and clearing the room from the dinner I had worked the night before. And let me tell you, I was a BITCH boss. Worked those newbies hard. Ew, that sounds perverse. Basically I kept them working till they had finished the ballroom before they had their break. Their own fault really though, they moved so slow! Placing two tea cups on the table at a time when setting up for 200 takes a really long time. And then I was given the Banquets phone (Which I actually had to answer and deal with the problem posed on the other end of the phone) AND the masterkeys to everything in banquets. And while everyone was up doing a dinner in Powerscourt House I was alone in banquets, in charge, cleaning back of house etc waiting to see if they needed me up there on not. (They didn't)
Sunday I worked on 6 hours and was just doing set up for a conference, a really nice easy way to wind down the busy days.
I also impressed a colleague with my knowledge of Skrillex.
I also had to deal with floral guys, parents of the bride and groom, and was mistaken by a french chef as someone in charge. HA.

..Floral guys?
I think I ment florist guys. *shrugs*

Jeez it's getting dark up in this room.

Ugh, you kidding me? This Parks and Rec episode has just randomly stopped in the middle.

One thing that has made me incredibly happy this week is the photos and footage of Nick Jonas performing in Hairspray. The clothes. The dancing. The hip thrusts. The prevocative EVERYTHING.

OHMYGOD. *hyperventilates*
*actually puts her face in a pillow and screams*

"And Link - you could go to prison for what you did tonight!"
(Nick Jonas) "Whoah! First base in the back of the car I swear"
*pulls his zipper up and high fives a dude*

BE RIGHT BACK, DYING.

Also - this photo:

It's perfect because the look of lust on John Stamos' face matches the one I have for both these guys.

Even though Nick's hair does look like he's been using too much 'hairspray'.

Oh LOL did you see what I did there? I'm such a witty person.

A proper end to this blog would be pretty good right now, but I don't have one so....

BYE!

The One Where I Shout At Leaves

2011-08-04T17:07:00.000+01:00

I literally just fist pumped because a tv character got his army trench coat back.
My life.
Is so exciting.

I am ridiculously attracted to this alien's voice, but I haven't actually seen the alien, as it is shrouded in poisonous fog, and it keeps vomitting/spurting green goo on a glass wall so I think it probably isn't aesthetically attractive, and even if it was, that would be worrying, as I don't think anyone wants cross-species relations.

Sorry, I'm talking about Torchwood here, a tv program, not an actual alien. I'm not insane. Although being attracted to this deep voice is probably an indicator of something a touch crazy but whatever. It's just so smooooooth.. and authoritative and deep and powerful. And I'll stop talking about this now.

My grandparents are over for a visit. It's the first time in 5 years and it's just mad having them over. They were already on their second meal of the day (eleveneses) by the time I awoke this morning (working till 4am) and now I can hear them pottering around downstairs having lunch, so I should go join them but because I only had breakfast two hours ago I'm not really that hungry.. Plus, awkward. Much easier for them to help themselves and get lunch their own way than me hovering and being generally socially awkward.

Ha. My nose is whistling.

I'm gonna go sneak off and raid my sister's room for yummy sweets that I'm pretty sure are lurking there.

I just yelled at a leaf. I wandered out into the garden to look at this huge dragonfly that was zooming around and I noticed a leaf falling from a tree so I yelled 'GET BACK UP THERE! GO ON, GET BACK ON UP'.
I am not ready for it to be Autumn just yet.

And then I resumed talking to my dog in a Brooklyn accent. (I call her 'poidi' instead of perdi etc etc)

mmmm... moral greyness. So attractive.
So I've come back from a lovely walk where Perdi hurt her paw so I had to carry her half a mile home, streaked in dirt, looking like a mad woman. Sat on a stone and bathed her in a stream, looked at the sunlight streaming through the dappled leaves. Her paw seems a bit better. She had a lot of red ants on her so I think they may have bit her so hopefully the pain will go away..

I never realised tea brack was made from actual tea. And the lemon cake I'm eating right now was in the same box as the tea brack so now it just tastes like tea. Just thought i'd let you know.

Oh god. I am not ready for Ianto to die right now. I knew it was coming but I thought maybe in the last episode. Oh god oh god. *rummages for a hanky* He has such a beautiful cherub face and now he's dead. *bawls like a baby*

Dammit, I really wanna watch the last episode but I have to get ready to go have drinks in town. Oooooh aaaah how sophisticated sounding of me, well yes, I am now a mature and sophisticated twenty year old, can't you tell?
*washes the dirt off her and goes and shouts at a few more leaves*

Cheerio for now!
*waves so hard her hand falls off*

I Desperately Cannot Come Up With A Witty Title For This Post

2011-07-19T20:19:00.000+01:00

I went on a metaphorical bus today. No joke. I took a journey from 'guest satisfaction' to 'guest engagement'. God bless the Ritz-Carlton training programs. So delighfully cheesy yet effective. And fun. We had team building games and had proper bus passes and everything!

Ohmygod I'm so warm right now.

Demi Lovato released her new song today and it's pretty damn epic. It's called 'Skyscraper' and her voice sounds incredible and it's such a perfect song for her to release and I'm just so excited for her album because her last album was flawless and and she said this album will be more RnB style which I think she'll rock because she herself is amazing and *starts to hyperventiliate* also a bad-ass dancer and, and I see big things for her and and and just.. yeah.

Also, I need to talk about the Harry Potter mayhem that has been happening everywhere. The HP jokes on Facebook are Siriously epic.

(Oh LOL at me - so original)

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*I would say about a week of time elapses*

..Yeah. It's another one of those 'Kate starts a blog post one week but ends it the next week so everything is really confusing and messy' blog posts.. Oooh look at you clapping your hands all excitedly, you love when my blog ends up like this don't you? No? ....oh

And quite a lot of stuff has happened this past week. *points above* I was going to write about my excitement for Harry Potter but - I've seen it now!

And it. was. AWESUM.

I mean, the epic parts weren't as epic as they should've been because they are SO freakin' epic in the book, but they were still pretty epic. Like all of Harry's 'Hnnnng' moments weren't executed very well in the movie but that's okay because Daniel Radcliffe isn't very 'Hnnnng' for me so it was probably a good thing he didn't have the epic hnnng moments of the book or else I would've been very confused.

For example, in the book, after Harry sneaks back into Hogwarts
oh by the way spoilers
And he reveals himself in the Ravenclaw tower (not in a pervert way) and does a forbidden curse to protect Prof. McBaddAssWoman - HNNNNNG. Such a boner for Harry's dark side. And the way it was revealed. I don't know what it is or why but it sets my loins a burning.

And the bit then when Harry runs back in to the Great Hall, revealing once again, that he is alive and everyone is shocked and amazed and uuughh and then he kills Voldemort in front of everyone with one spell. That's pretty damn sweet. But not in the movie, nope, all he does is step out from a line of students and then at the end battling Voldemort, which would SO not happed because Harry is actually a pretty average wizard and would fo shizzle not be able to duel Voldy. And then Harry manages to Voldemort slowly disentegrate (which please is disgusting - evurybody's just inhaling the Dark Lord now - like no big deal) but no one else is there so how do they know Harry didn't just kick Voldemort in his evil dark lord balls and Voldy ran off to recover and will be back in like, 10 minutes?

Ew, Voldemort's balls.

AND Neville's BADD ASS MOTHERFUCKIN' MOMENT wasn't as bad ass as it could've been.

He comes out, does this kinda gay speech, which is lovely, and THEN should literally behead a snake because he is that bad ass, but no, people go off to fight other things and look scared etc and so when Neville finally does get to kill Nagini, nobodies around except a very appreciative Ron and Hermione and so everybody doesn't get to acknowledge Longbottom's quite obvious BAMF qualities and it hurts me because Neville is so hnnng and him being a bamf infront of everybody is just another thing that gets my loins a burning.

I kinda just want to chew on him. Is that weird?

BUT! They did some things very right - I mean, Snape's scenes - all the tears, I cried them all. It was raining on my face etc. And although Fred's death scene coulda been more evident and heartbreaking - Rupert killed it with his crying.

Mmm.. so yes, I obviously have a lot more opinions on the movies but I think I've ranted enough on the main points to get it all out of my system.

I was down in the country when we went to see Harry Potter. We spent the weekend in Jenny's house in Tipperary, watching movies, drinking wine and eating SO MUCH DELICIOUS FOOD that Jenny cooked for us. And piling into Sabrina's car, listening to such classic tunes from Cascada and 'Jizz in my pants' en route to the tiniest little village (consists of two pubs and a marina) so we could feed the ducks and play on the playground (Where I ripped my favourite pair of pants *pouts like a child* )

Ugh I have SUCH a ladyboner for the next Spiderman movie.

I mean -

Hi Andrew ; )

I'm such a perv it's disgusting.

I'm watching the first episode of that new show Teen Wolf because my sister is obsessed with it and apparently it's full of violent angst (which is always a plus for me) and the main dude (who is also J-Lo's son in Maid in Manhatten which is really freakin' me out because now he's attractive and I feel so wrong but it feels so right) is lurking in the forest (because of course) and he juust nealry got run over by the fakest stupidest looking CG deer EVAR. It's like the computer programmers didn't even know what Deer are and just imagined them to be these antlered stumpy

things.

This show is so deliciously cliched.

I love it.

The main protaganist who turns into a werewolf works in, get this, an animal clinic.

Oh yes.

I'm walking around like a cripple today. Yesterday I had to go into Bray to meet a prospective employer and I didn't make the bus so I decided to walk into Bray. Which is about 5 miles. I got the bus on the way home but still had to walk the mile back from the village to my house, had a bit of a rest, then went and walked another mile back to the village to get the bus to go into town to go to the cinema with the J-meister and watch Bridesmaids (Again). So I walked about 7 miles and now I kinda do this rolling limp thing whilst walking around my room, trying to dust it but failing miserably because I'm not bothered to go downstairs and get the duster so I'm just using a piece of knitting I knitted a while back. Which means today is a total waste of a day, well, in my mother's eyes. Which isn't going to be fun when she gets home. But in reality, today has been an awesome day. Watched the new episode of Torchwood, an episode of Carnivale, kinda tidied my room, caught up on all my internet gossip etc. Totally productive. *nods*

Ugh so freakin' attracted to teenage angst. This is just gonna get awkward real quick though considering I'm not a teenager anymore. But I find nothing more attractive than some hot guy being suspected of being on drugs. *drools unnatractively*

My dog just walked into my room, burped, and walked out. What even.

Mmmm my mom just came home so now I'm munching on delightful snacks consisting of olive and oregano bread with unsalted french butter, chive and onion double glousceter cheese with a giant thick crunchy carrot stick.

There's nothing I like better than gnawing on a giant fresh carrot stick, just that satisfying snap when you bite on it and the juicy crunchyness.. Yeah. I could live on carrot sticks. And cold roast chicken. I don't know if I could ever love an individual the way I love chicken....

I love the amount of padding American's wear to play Lacrosse (which I always thought of as a girl sport due to Enid Blyton's boarding school stories) when Irish Hurling is such a similar game but is just much more faster and definitely more violent. It's basically just a field full of dudes whacking each other with sticks with an occasional ball thrown across the place.

Oo-er.

Dammit. Now I'm totally addicted to this Teen Wolf show.

*fumes slightly that she has another crummy tv show so obviously pandering to teenage girls that she has to add to her list of shows to watch*

I love how with a 'teen wolf', when he's kissing a girl and then looses control on his wolf insticts, he goes really quiet and retreats away from the girl, looks really panicked and runs away shouting 'get away from me!' ...which just looks like he jizzed in his pants really.

Teen Wolf: "What was all that blood on the door?"

Generic hilarious sidekick: "Maybe it was animal blood? You caught a rabbit?"

Teen Wolf: *looks panicked* "And did what with it?"

Generic hilarious sidekick: "I don't know, eat it?"

Teen Wolf: "Raw?!?"

Generic hilarious sidekick: "No, you stopped to bake it in your little werewolf oven."

This show might be my new Roswell.

I've just realised that although I am wearing a pair of fluffly socks, I am also wearing an extra sock on one foot and I have no idea why.

I should leave you guys here. It's been a long blog post, it's nearly dinner time for myself, the signs are seemingly pointing to end this blog post.

But I am just gonna go check my bank account balance online so this could yield to some hilarious reactions.

*nods in general surprise* Okay okay, I can deal with that amount..

Just saw the amount I was paid for doing a catering gig for a wedding for a wedding shindig or whatever and NICE. Nearly 130 yo-yos for 13 and a half hours work. SAHWEET.

Really want to work for them again this weekend but I'm already working up in the Ritz! Might have also booked myself a third job and might go for a 4th... Just anything to get a bit of money together!

Anyway, dinner really is ready right now, so I'm gonna go nom on some Shepard's pie and it's gonna be freakin' tasty and delicious and you're gonna be sitting here after reading this blog post wishing you were eating it with me because

a) As I've already explained, the food is going to be delicious,

b) I am a delight to eat food with

c) You want to spend more time with me because I am an amazing person.

It's all quite obvious really.

Anyway, toodles, noodles, stay excellent, you're a 24 carate star, all that jazz!

*throws bouqets of flowers out to the crowd that's randomly gathered around her*

S'later!

My Last Day of Teenagerdom

2011-07-06T18:03:00.000+01:00

I'm sitting here, eating chicken noodle soup, watching Roswell, enjoying the heck out of being a teenager. I might even go slam a door and pretend to be moody just cause.

Quite a typical day in the life of teenager-me I guess. Which is why it's the perfect thing to do to celebrate my last day of being a teenager! I've been listening to all my Queen albums and Yellowcard, and even, now, don't hate me for this, but a bit of Linkin Park. Because if anything screams teenage angst it's Linkin Park.

Two reasons why I love Roswell so much:

"What you have in your possession is one of the three greatest seduction lines in all of history, 'come on, it will help me find my home planet'. No man can be too sensitive to use that line."

"Tess is pregnant with my child... And the baby can't survive in the earth's atmosphere."

I mean, with lines like these, how could you not love this show? It's like an alien soap drama.

I keep justifying doing stupid things because it's my birthday tomorrow. Two lunches? Fine, it's my birthday tomorrow. Soda with lunch? Well.. it is my birthday tomorrow! Doing nothing all day but watching Roswell and being on my laptop? IT'S MA BURRFDAY!

OhMyGod this is the best bit ever in Roswell. It's where Michael (an alien) tells this old man he's been interviewing for a school project, who was witness to the '47 crash and tried to rescue the captured aliens, that he saved Michael.
It's a beautiful moment where the old guy is all "That was the one time I stuck my neck out for anybody that wasn't me and I didn't even save them." and the Michael turns, reaches out his hand and makes glass bottles explode through his awesome alien powers and he looks at the old guy and says 'you saved me'.
SOB FOREVER.

... I ate all my toast so now I'm just left with a plate of beans :(

Oh My! This is the episode where the aliens from the other set of pods come into it. They look exactly like the main characters but are from the gutters in New York and so are all punk-ey with terrible New York accents.

..I wish I had someone else who loves Roswell like I do. I mean, my sister watched it with me like 5 years ago when we originally watched it and liked it, but doesn't love it like I do. Like when she came down to the kitchen this morning and saw me watching it she was like 'Oh this episode! Where Max gives Liz orgasms in class by just touching her hand!' but still rolled her eyes because she knows I've seen that episode atleast 4 times.

But the opening sequence, I mean, I don't think I've seen another intro like it since. And I've watched a lot of tv.

..Dido just makes the best theme songs.

Jaysus it's raining like a mofo. But that's fine and dandy with me, it just gives me an excuse for not doing the weeding or bringing the dog for a walk. It's not even like she wants to go for a walk, she's lying beside me on the couch having a good ole sleep.

I'm really hating the lack of phone signal in my house right now. Because I'm nicely curled up on the sofa watching Roswell, and everytime I get a text or have to send a text (which is often because I'm trying to organise my birthday dinner tonight) I have to get up and walk over to the counter in the kitchen where I get the best signal and ugh. trek.

There's a heron standing in the middle of the river in the rain and I'm like, 'can you have any more water in your life right now?' it's like the heron woke up, looked outside his little nest home and thought 'Water! All the water! I shall have it all!'.

What the hell? A firework just went off but it's ten to five in the evening and raining like a mofo.

Why does nobody close the door in tv shows? In Not Going Out they leave the door open 98% of the time. Just left there, hanging open, anybody could walk through, anybody could over here. I feel so insecure when a door is open.

My mother has returned home with donuts. This is beautiful.

She also just opened the fridge and found a can of soup there. I just.. I don't know what's going to happen when I live alone. There's gonna be banana's in the microwave and packets of rice in the freezer.

Damn. Now my mother's home I can't openly weep at the season 2 finale of Roswell.

(the aliens have to say goodbye to everyone they love as they are returning to their home planet on a rock spaceship - so they can save Max and Tess's unborn child) (*nods*)

Ugh. the emotional torment of faking an a fiery car accident so your abscence is explained to your parents, why am I so attracted to these things?

I'll leave you with another killer line from the incredibly written Roswell.

"I just couldn't live with myself if something ever happened to you.."
"Max, you're an alien king, what could ever happen to me?"

Next time I write, I will be a mature twenty year-old!

Who knows, maybe I'll actually be sophisticated and well-spoken and fabulous.

Stay excellent my beautiful beings!

*pretend-flys off in the cardboard spaceship she's been making throughout this blogpost, with added spaceship noises*

Oooh Aye I T'was In The Wee Land Of Scotland (And I'm stereo-typing so hard right now..)

2011-06-30T20:06:00.001+01:00

*starts grooving to some smooth tunes in a slightly sleazy manner*
*realises how creepy it is and stops*
*decides to actually start this blog post*

If the world was a right place and vehicles worked when they should, I would've been writing this blog post yesterday rather than today. You see, here is the fascinating story that I know you are all now immediately begging for after that tantalising introductory sentence. Snuggle up close my beautiful creatures of light and perfumed smells, great Aunt Kate will tell you a tale of thrills, romance and horror!

..Except maybe without so much of the horror. or romance. or even thrills. But there are delays. And everybody loves delays.

So a week ago, we got up at the super early time of 3am to go drive 3 hours to get the boat to Scotland to go visit family and celebrate the 90th birthday of the incredible man that is my Grandad.
And we should've returned home from this short vacation on the following Tuesday. However, my father had also thought to combine pleasure with business, and brought with him a trailer of a sizeable largeness so he could go to Edinburgh to collect a large industrial printer his company had just purchased. And things just went downhill from there at an alarming rate.

First off, as we all know, Irish banks suck mega assballs, and you think they wouldn't have much to do but just sit around the office and twiddle their thumbs*, but no, when some paperwork needed to be done, they just couldn't get their fingers out of their financial asses on time so my father had to fly back to Dublin on Friday for a day to sign some papers, so he had to delay picking up this industrial printer thing till the day we returned to Dublin, which seemed to be tempting fate, but we all thought "No, it's okay, Fate is on a diet this time of year, you know, it's bikini season and all that" but obviously we thought wrong and Fate was not only tempted but also gobbled up any opportunity to thoroughly skewer our chances of getting home. Plus probably a cheesecake or two. That fat bitch. (Kidding. Fate gurl you know I love you)(Hey gurl hey) So she had my father's car breakdown on the way back from Edinburgh. He left at 6 in the morning to go to Edinburgh, hoped to be back by half 3 in the afternoon. Arrived back at half 10 in the evening. By which time we had spent 5 hours sitting in my Grandparent's living room. Reading 'Bella' magazines and trying out all their different handwashes. (The combo of pear and orange flower was my favourite)

(*It just struck me what a really weird phrase this is.)

So my dad arrives back at base camp 7 hours after his ETA, with a 2 tonne printer (which one motorist thought was a giant barbecue) stuck on a trailer and a range rover with broken air suspension meaning every few miles it would just lower all the way to the ground.. To get to the boat we would have to drive two hours over mountains. But we've already missed the boat, and there's no space on the rest. We could get a boat from the town we were staying in, Troon, but the trailer is too big for it. But where do we leave the printer and trailer?

Anyway, in the end, we stayed in the night in my Grandparents two-bed apartment (I slept on the floor) we left the trailer in a random farmer's barn (The farmer was okay with it obviously) managed to get the car onto the boat, sat on the boat for 2 hours as we chugged across from Scotland to Lairne (just above Belfast), we get a mile out of Lairne, and the car breaks down again.

So we sit on the side of the road for 3 hours. get visisted by the AA, they can't help us. Finally get a tow truck, and so get towed to Dublin i.e sit in an incredibly uncomfortable truck cabin for another 3 hours in which the driver never wore his seatbelt,was on the phone a good 65% of the time, and for the rest of the time, never stopped talking. He had a lovely accent though.
The End.

I bet that was a lovely story to read eh?

It would be more interesting if you imagine me say it in this strange Scottish accent that I've picked up, which is more like a Scottish/welsh/Indian accent.. basically, I'm rolling my 'r's and I can't stop. (or won't stop)

But yeah.
So apart from that, we had a very lovely trip to Scotland.

It was my first time seeing my grandmother after she's had cancer, pneumonia and a stroke and she still looks as good as ever. She used to hum when she was cleaning dishes etc (her house is always spotless) but now she just hums all the time. Which, when she eats, makes it sounds like she's going 'nom nom nom' and when the room is quite warm, it feels like we're in an Native American spiritual sweat ritual, which to be honest, just makes my grandmother that much more cooler.

I also spent the whole time being incredibly jealous of my ten year old cousin. She got to play pokemon on her DS at dinner and retire to the bedroom after dinner to watch 101 Dalmatians and Toy Story. The films were in Italian but I would still love to have watched them with her. But no, now that I'm 'mature' I have to 'socialise' with my relatives. i.e sit in the corner in silence playing with the dog.
(I rock family situations)
I also listened to VLR a lot. Again. It's a personal tradition for me now to listen to the two series when I go to Scotland. Although finding the episodes was a struggle as they've been taken own from podbean and itunes..

I was talking relatives at the family celebration deely all about my future career etc etc and most people were like 'ooh, theology and philosophy, what are you going to do with that?' and I was all like 'oh, I don't know' and then one lady, one spectacular lady, a cousin of my father called Liz was like:
Liz:' Oh yes I did that course! A lot of opportunities with that course, lots of options!'
Me: 'Really? What did you do?'
Liz: 'Oh I'm a nurse'
..And I just sighed.
Ugh. Coldplay's new song isn't actually that bad, but it is called 'Every teardrop is a waterfall'. Which, I hate the use of the term in the context but have yet to find another word that satisfies what I'm trying to convey, is so GAY. I mean, seriously. Even having the word 'teardrop' in your song title just screams irritating. But really now Coldplay, you're just trying to test me.

Apparently Michael Jackson gave Aaron Carter cocaine?! Just... what?

Anyway.. so yeah! My trip to Scotland was great. I think I might start exporting Scottish water because apparently is has life-preserving features as my grandparents and their siblings are all still in great shape. I mean, my great aunt Peggy was zooming around the place, my grandfather is 90 and can still drive perfectly fine even after a few glasses of wine. They've all survived the war.. and all still look great for their age!

I got my exam results. a 2:1 in philosophy and a 1st in theology, which I'm pretty damn surprised and pleased about. I got my theology results breakdown today and managed to get 84% in Arabic. Which is kinda wow. So I was spurred on in confidence of my results this evening and while discussing dessert options I thought I'd throw in a little theological lingo in conversation with my mother.

Mom: So should we have custard or ice-cream with the apple crumble?
Me: Well, it doesn't have to be the traditional either-or paradigm, we could apply the both-and paradigm.
*my mother looks vaguely confused, like she's thinking of where she put her sudoku puzzle book or is passing gas*
Me: I'm just using some contemporary theological terms here (thinking she would be impressed with this)
Mom: Ooh!
*I smile*
We have fresh cream in the fridge!
*I let out a dejected sigh*

**Important Note**
My mother is an ever classy lady and does not pass gas and would be most appalled that I would even reference something like that on the internet
**End Important Note**

Do you think George Clooney is gay?

I got my haircut and it's fabulous. All I got was a few more layers but the improvement is remarkable. Although it's quite easy to improve on triangle hair.

..
Ugh this blogpost is stumbling all over the place. I had planned to write quite a coherent post, I even took notes on my phone throughout my trip so I could write about it and structure is and everything but just no..
not happening anymore.
I'm lying here, slightly at a tilt and slowly sliding off the bed because I'm not bothered to sit up straight, I should have applied for about 3 other jobs by now, but no, all I'm doing is watching Joe Jonas videos and organising tickets to the midnight showings of Harry Potter. *claps hands excitedly*

I have a few blog posts planned actually, surprise surprise. I have a week left of being a teenager, so expect some retrospection on that or whatever, and I also just found a list I made a few years ago about all the stuff that makes me happy and it's hilarious, so I'll write a post just filled with all the stuff written on the random scraps of paper that is to be found in my room that basically encompases a childhood.
My childhood that is. Not some other random person's childhood. That would be weird. And creepy.

Oh god I should stop typing now. I'm starving and I'm sure dinner is nearly ready. I'll apply for these jobs 2moro (: /)

I was attempting to do an unsure face in a bracket but it just looks like Pac-man who's missing a top lip.

Whoops! My American cousin and his GF just arrived, he hasn't been here since the house burned down, so I should go stick on some slap and give 'em a tour of de gaff!

Moodleyoomptoo!
(..I'm just making up my own language now, it requires so much less stress)

Stay Excellent!

*runs off in a giant chicken suit shouting at strangers*

P.S - a child's eyelashes, does the child grow into them or are children's eyelashes just abnormally long and then shrink?

Plagued By Constant Banging. (Of Fireworks You Dirty-Minded Child)

2011-06-19T00:58:00.000+01:00

I came home from work the other night at 4 in the morning and decided to be a hipster douche whimsical teen and sit in the garden and watch the sun rise and it was glorious.

I even attempted to write elegant prose about it all and failed miserably.

I'll read you out a bit so you can laugh at me.
Well, write it here. Reading it out loud will not be so effective through the medium of blogging..

*the lights go dim*
*spotlight shines on me as I sit on a stool, taking a drag from my badly-yet-endearingly rolled cigarette*

"Diane, it is 4:47am and I can't get to sleep. There's a large group of insane men staying on my floor."

PRAAANK

LOLz at my Twin Peaks reference.
*high-fives Jenny*

what I really wrote went a little something like this;
*coughs*
...
*Actually re-reads what she wrote and realises it's too cringey to publish on the internet*

I think the best and only line I can publish is "the constant gentle rumble and tinkle (timble? runkle?) of the river as it flows over the weir."

Which is pretty ridic. Bless little sleepy me.
..It was a long night alright?
;D

Oh no, oh no oh no, that winky smiley looks very sleazy. It was not a long night in that way.. I just meant that those damn Swedish people would not stop dancing on the dance floor and popped open at bottle of champagne at half 1 when the bar had closed at half 12 and we had already packed up all the champagne glasses and and and *Sigh*

Basically, when I got home from work, the sky was getting bright so I grabbed a glass of water, my ipod, and white fluffly blanket and I wandered around out in my garden and watched the sun rise. I took off my shoes and socks and let my toes soak up the morning dew on the grass. I felt the warmth of the stones from the sun from the day before on the soles of my feet, I heard the first note of the first birdsong of the morning and watched the ducks swoop in to land on the lake opposite the house. I waltzed along to Alexandre Desplat, observed a slug slime its way lazily across a wall and lay on the sun-lounger watching the dark imprint of conifers on the peachy sky grow gradually lighter.
All while listening to this music.

And it was GLORIOUS.

The actually sun rise itself was breathtaking. I don't want to even attempt to describe it because my blunt English skills will do it no justice.

The whole thing was just way too incredible to be believed. Like an hour and a half life-orgasm of early morning nature beautifully combined with an intense music-orgasm that occurs at 2:47 in that piece of music.

NOM! Dinner time. I may be back. Or I may not be. Dun dun dunnnn...

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Ick. I hate when your toothbrush inhabits a space that is too near the soap so when you brush your teeth you get that soapy taste. Blegh. *frowns and sticks out her tongue*

Yeah, so I had dinner, and watched Killers and now I'm getting ready for bed. My sister is busy packing 'cause she's going to Spain tomorrow for a wedding (super mega jealous) and I'm getting my father's father's day present sorted. If that makes sense.
It will only be myself and my father present in the house tomorrow. Which I think might be a blessing for him. Get some rest, do whatever he would like. And I can do whatever I like. Good Father's day ahead chaps. (Ahoy!)

He is such a challenge to buy for - I mean, he has hobbies. He loves motorbikes, quite hard to buy him stuff for that though. So we ended up getting him peanut butter and grape jelly in a jar (yeah.) some black socks, some jelly beans and a magnify glass. :/

But I can't exactly get him a CD collection of 'Greatest Dad Rock Hits EVER' because.. well, he's better than that. He is the most classic yet original dad that I know of. A generic gift like that would be an insult to him.

Hmmm, anyway, I should go to bed. I am wearing the rankest nail polish colour that I saw today in Urban Outfitters and simply couldn't not try it on. It's like a gone-off mustard yellow. So it looks like I have really gross smoker's nails. And it's freaking/grossing me out so I should turn the light off and shut the laptop down so I don't have to look at it anymore.

That was probably the best excuse I've ever made for going to bed.
Sleeping.
What?
Never mind...

HOLY CRAP GUNSHOTS.

Oh no wait.. fireworks. Brian Ormand and Pippa O'Connor are getting married in the Ritz. (Minor Irish celebrity couple) and typically I'm not working. Sheesh.

Great now I won't be able to sleep because I'll be thinking about all the money I'm missing out on earning while being in work having fun and watching fireworks with everyone else.

And the noise is just another reminder to my mother about how I'm not working enough up in the Ritz. Fun times.

Yes, so this nail polish - ridiculous. These firework bangs - irritating. So I should get to sleep. Listen to some loud music. And dream about Ashton Kutcher being a professional killer. Hnnnng.

Goodnight, toodle-loo, stay excellent, keep rocking, never change, what the..

I CAN'T EVEN SEE THESE BLOODY FIREWORKS. WHAT IS THE POINT

*turns off the light angrily and fumes in the dark*

P.S - Why does spell check always tell me to capitalise the word 'internet'?

Melanie Bostick

2011-06-08T23:57:00.000+01:00

Bow down and worship me. For I am a domestic goddess.

I spent the day cooking, cleaning, gardening and baking. I made dinner, I hoovered, I weeded, I dusted, I cleaned, I baked cookies. Go out there right now, gather up some wood, some pretty looking leaves, some tinfoil, your mother's gold jewelerry, whatever you can find, and build me a temple.

And throughout the whole entire day I've had Emma Stone's pretend-drunken voice saying 'Melanie Bostick' stuck in my head. It's from Easy A... *shrugs*

I was doing all this fun stuff because my mother is hosting her book club tonight and was looking after a child all day so couldn't do it herself . There are certain pros and cons about this book club shindig -
pro: My mom bakes yummy stuff like cookies and coconut & raspberry cake
con: She comes home and chastises me for not dusting the cookbooks.

...So I'm quite torn between hating the bookclub and loving it.

WOW the thrilling ride of pure excitement that is my life. My facebook news feed is full of people's exciting photos and status updates as they go off adventuring in America or Asia etc and here I am where the most exciting thing I do is find an old lady's handbag and get a bottle of wine out of it.

Like.. getting a bottle out of wine because I returned the handbag. Not just finding a random bag and then managing to create a bottle of wine out of it. Because that would be pretty sweet. And exciting. And I would definitely post my new found talent as a facebook status. I'd be like the new Jesus or whatever. Except feminine version. Making wine out of handbags. Hells yeah. I'd be rolling in bitches.

*puts on aner-pronounced deep drunken voice* Melanie Bostick..

Anyway.. Gumption. That is a great word.
Gumption.

That gal has a lot of gumption.

Is gumption actually a word?

"Keep your family rocking" is not a great tagline.

Sorry, I've been watching some commercials for Nick Jonas's new campaign for Oats Chewy Superstar or sumfing like that. Basically he's teamed up with a cereal bar to find a talented kid.
Yeah. :/

Okay whoah, hold on - back it up, back. this. truck. up.
I'm gonna do a little expose here. Because, it's been done before, but seriously. Now there is actually proof.
Jason Earles is 34.

This dude:

is thirty four years old. Is MARRIED. And has fans come up to him when he's on romantic dates with his wife and say to her 'wow you must be so proud of your son'.

THERE IS SOMETHING SO VERY WRONG WITH THIS.

He is older than these guys:

*raises an eyebrow* I mean... wait wut? How did this happen? He should be studied so his secret to eternal youth can be shared with everyone. He's older than Joseph Gordon-Levitt. He's older than CHRIS HEMSWORTH.

My mind is reelin' y'all. I can't even. Like, I knew he was old, in his 30s, and it was seriously creepy that he was filmin' all this stuff with very young girls. (Like one episode he and Lilly nearly kiss, she was like, 16 at the time *shudders*) but I guess just hearing it come out of his own mouth (he did a Jimmy Fallon interview) made me realise how old he really is. And hearing the audience gasp in shock was also an appropiate background noise to accompany the revelation.

...Yeah. That's the end of my rant. Finished. Finito. *awkward silence*

So... *starts rocking back and forth out of boredom*

I found a picture I think I should share.

This guy =

Hello Jared. I want to sneak into your house and burn all your shirts so you never have to wear one ever again.

If a guy blogger was saying this about a hot female I would be quite appalled.

I <3 double standards.

*le sigh* I should go to bed.. Busy day tommorrow. You know how it is - going to the cinema and then BAM *puts on texan accent* where did all my energy go?

Ugh, watching the highlights from the Nitro Circus show in Las Vegas. Travis Pastrana proposing to Lyn-z infront of the whole arena. Goddamn she's a lucky girl.. Travis Pastrana has never dulled in his shiny awesomeness.

Anyway:

Disney gossip caught up on? Check!
A few retold myths read? Check!
A nerd rope eaten? Check!
Some milk duds eaten? Check!
A boring blog post written? Check!

Looks like I'm all set to leave it here. This is where I leave you to head off to the land of nod.

But first? A nice picture to leave you all with.

DAMN I want to party with this guy.

GOODNIGHT!

*waves sleepily*

Smorgasboard of times, themes, subjects, animals, rants, adventures, tv shows etc

2011-06-06T21:08:00.000+01:00

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I'M FINALLY FINISHED MY EXAMS!

I'm sorry, I just had to get it out there. It's been two LONG months of 'studying' and now I'M FINALLY FREE! The summer has begun! It is is the cloudiest greyest day I have seen in a long time, but I don't care. Because I am lying in bed with no pants on eating a very sexual tuna and cheese sandwhich. NOM.

Oh sweet jesus, the Irish accents in the Sons of Anarchy is absolutely ridiculous. It is almost painful to listen to. I guess it's because Northern Irish accents are so musical, and even though American's try to get the same sounds, there not really focusing on the musical aspect.
Or whatever.

Brrr... I'm cold. And sleepy, but it's okay because I can sleep whenever I want because I DON'T HAVE TO STUDY!

Ugh, a biker with a baby, is there anything more amazing?
Ha... I'm such a woman.

Mmmm someone is cooking pizza, and it smells GOOD.

You know what I still really want? Sardine paste from like a blog post about a year ago. Still sounds disgusting but MMM SO YUMMY..

I'm rubbing my feet together - that means I'm super comfortable and don't want to leave. Which is good because I don't have to leave. Right now is the highlight of my day : )

Sweet baby Jesus this guy isn't even speaking in an irish accent, he's just mis-pronouncing vowels.

Stretching before a brawl - that's a good idea because lord knows nobody wants a pulled muscle when you're fighting for your life.

I really wanted pIzza but this episode of Sons of Anarchy just opened with the scene of rats eating a dead pigeon. So I'm alright now.

I have no idea why I capitalised the 'i' in 'pizza'.

What I don't get is, with Biker gangs, and the fact they rarely wear helmets,and even if they do, the helmets don't protect their faces, how do there eyes not get watery? Anything over 40 miles per hour and I'm crying like it's Mufasa's death scene, but it would be SO NOT cool for bikers to ride blinded by tears and showing up with their eyes all red and tear-streaked cheeks. So they wear sunglasses.. but what if they live somewhere cloudy? Or what about when they ride at night?
These are pressing matters I need to know about.

IcantwatchIcantwatchIcantwatchIcantwatchIcantwatch

HE WAS GOING TO SLIT THE BABY'S THROAT.

AND THEN HE STABBED HALF-SACK

AND THEN HE WAS GOING TO SHOOT THE BABY

THIS IS TOO MUCH.

He's taken the child. This season finale is... hold me!

---------A few days pass---------------------

I'm currently attempting to clean my room, quite sleep deprived, possibly still a little drunk, have the shakes, and am rocking out to the sax solo in Lady Gaga's song Edge of Glory.

Do you ever reach that moment where it's 8 in the morning, you've spent all night drinking raspberry schnapps, playing classic mario on the wii and talking about philosophy and maths and physics, and you're eating chicken, watching a video called 'vagina bubbles from hell' and you think - 'I totally approve of every choice that lead me to this'.

Although falling asleep standing up on the luas - not fun.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

Sooo.. that was like a week ago.

Wow this blog is a mess. One usually requests at least a logical temporal structure from internet postings but no. *slaps your hand away as it attempts to reach for a coherent aspect of this blog*

My rents were away for the weekend, and I've asked them for an ETA but nope, no reply. Which seems a little cruel. One needs to let a child know the deadline for getting the house clean. I've hoovered, which is good, and everything is at an acceptable cleanliness level. ish. So now I'm making myself a huge lunch of honey and mustard chicken with a baked potato because I'm an idiot and didn't see the potatoes in the fridge yesterday so instead had chicken and rice and I know for a fact if my mother comes back and sees the potatoes in the fridge intact then she will chastise me for being the idiot I am. And no one wants that.

My fear of raw chicken has lead me to totally overcook this chicken. *shrugs*
I'm washing it down with peach schnapps. Yeah. Sounds bad. But.... eh. Mmmm Peach schnapps.

I've had a beautiful week of summer-time fun. Got sunburnt, went for lovely walks, played Zelda on the wii, watched High School Musical 2, watched two completely uncannon Doctor Who movies (I mean in the first one, Doctor Who (1996) the Doctor says he's half human and in the second one Doctor Who and the Daleks (1965) He's not even a timelord, he's just a human scientist called Dr. Who who builds TARDIS, travels to Scarro and encounters the Daleks. And while Susan is still his granddaughter, so is Barbera, and Ian is there too but they aren't teachers.) I also went to see Twelfth Night in the Trinity Shakespeare Company, it was very very good, and when I got home, I watched She's The Man Again (I know) and remembered how very beautiful Channing Tatum is in wife-beaters.

And then this morning I watched the last Doctor Who episode before Autumn.
Even my tears were crying. It wasn't even that sad, It was just a beautiful episode. Rory was awesome, Amy, again, was put through too much (her baby exploded into goo in her arms) and the Doctor was angry and dark and HNNNGG. I do love when the doctor is dark and angry. Nom nom nom. And we found out who River Song is and it was amazing.

..

I am such a nice person. While watching our resident ducks bathe in the stream (wut? yeah - i'm a duck pervert), I heard something drop into the undergrowth behind me, and when I went to investigate, I found a bag full of tissues, a plastic hood to protect from the rain, an old phone, rosary beads and holy water. So I knew I was dealing with either two things:
a) a wimpy demon hunter
b) an elderly lady

or both I suppose. Anyway, I find a phone, boot it up, call 'home' and find surprise surprise an elderly lady (I was really gunning for the demon hunter) who had her bag stolen from her like a month ago. How it ended up in my garden - I have no clue. But she's coming to collect the bag this evening. BOOM a succesful day.

And so the women and her husband just turned up - gave them their bag and phone, got a bottle of wine out of it.
So now I'm like SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.

Anyway, it's like 9 and I haven't had dinner (folks still aren't back yet) so I'm gonna go raid the fridge and find the most unhealthiest and innapropiate food stuff to make dinner from.

Smell y'all later.

Stay excellent.

*drives off on a vespa wearing a large ducksuit*

P.S - I've been reading bettermyths.blogspot.com for 2 days now and it is just the most amazing thing I have ever found on the internet.

Word Vomit

2011-05-14T16:31:00.001+01:00

Tralalalalalalala word vomit word vomit. I'm in a real word vomity mood.

I should be studying. I really should be studying.

But I'm not.
Tralalalalalalalalalalala.

Technically it's after 10 o'clock, and apparently you shouldn't study after 10 o'clock. Well, that's what I tell myself.

COOKIE TIME

You also shouldn't eat after 10 o'clock. But. That's one rule I don't keep. Heck, I break ALL the rules.
I am a badd-ass rule breaker.

What am I even talking about?
Kate just no.

So do you ever feel like, say a sibling, or a pet, sort of over-shadows you in your life? Their merits are always talked about the dinner table? The rest of your family always rant about how amazing they are and what great things they do? Yeah I feel like that. Except it's with protein. Every time we eat dinner at the kitchen table, everytime we watch a programme about weight-loss, my sister and my mother just do not stop wittering on about the wonderfulness of protein. With this air of self-importance as well, like they're proteins best friend or they're qualified nutrionists or something.

"It keeps you so full"
"It gives you so much energy"
"It really helps with losing water weight"
"I'm only going to eat protein every day"

And anytime I need to do something important and so must have important meals (exams, long shifts) and so I have, say a banana, some cereal, whatever, my mom is always like "ooh you should have some protein with that". Sometimes I just want to turn around and shout 'MAYBE I DON'T WANT PROTEIN'. 'MAYBE PROTEIN ISN'T AS GOOD FOR YOU AS YOU THINK.' 'Maybe, just maybe, it is not the miracle part of the food pyramid that cures all weight-loss issues.'

But usually I just end up sitting there like

Seriously, I feel like protein is this over-achieving, everybody-kisses-their-ass-because-they're-so-amazing 2nd sibling that has always over-shadowed me.
*sobs* Maybe I'M amazing mom!

Yeah okay so maybe I over-dramatised the whole thing. But seriously guys, this is a real problem of mine. Maybe one day I'll record these conversations about protein that my mom and sister have just so you can know. Just know what it feels like to be always second best to a food group.

I'm such a noob I'm playing Doctor Who games online.
(seriously addicted to Doctor Who - it's my new crack. Not that I was ever on old crack..)

(Ew, old crack)

...I just saw a picture of Nick Jonas and thought to myself
"He's looking very dapper".

..If I ever met me, I would want me to go die in a hole.

OhMyGod, Chris Brown is only 22?

This guy? Is only 22? *blankface*

Oh No,

Miley no. Regardless of the fact it looks like a gay biker from the 90s threw up on her, that outfit must be SO hard to preform in! I mean, she must be roasting! The heat... the lights, youch!

Did I just say 'youch'?

Holy crap Gibby is 15! He looks so old! And so does Nathan.. and Jerry. But Miranda and Jenette always look the same. They never age.

Yes I know the names of the iCarly cast. (Gibby's real name is Noah)

Good GOD I need to get a life! Why do I know all these irrelevant and embarrassing things and yet can't learn German Idealism?? My brain is just the giant warehouse full of pointless information about pop culture, not even cool pop culture, but kid pop culture. Like, I actually voted in the Kids Choice Awards and made a point to find out who won, because it actually mattered to me. AM I REGRESSING IN AGE?

Oooh! Shall I liveblog the Judas music video?
How exciting! grab some popcorn!

Okay so far, she's not even riding her own motorbike
#fail

A medieval christian mixed with kid rock look? Interesting.

I like how she did her lips...?

Oh that's deep. Killing a man by putting lipstick on him. Washing feet and being consumed by a large wave of water, mmmm yes. Deep significance. Importance of the both-and paradigm.
#lyingthroughmyass

I realise tagging thoughts is only done on tumblr and twitter, but I think it can add a dash of something special. So I'm gonna use it in all daily online social media interactions. Maybe in real-life conversations as well.
#noseriously

Ah mega balls. Just realised with my use of the phrase 'both-and paradigm' that I didn't use it enough in my exam today. Scalley (my lecturer) loves that stuff and I didn't maximise it! Did get in those beautiful keywords of dialectical theology, christocentric theology, hermeneutics of suspicion, hermeneutics of continuity, immanuel theology, sacramental iconology though.
*nods*

**************

So that was three days ago.

I did my German Idealism/Analytic philosophy exam. Was mentally shouting 'YOU PRICK!' at Kant the whole time but managed to end the essay on the word 'climax' so all in all I think it was a successful exam. It took me five attempts to spell the word 'successful'.

Sweet Mariah Carey's breasts. My mother has just popped her head around the door to ask my if I'm doing Arabic. A mumbled 'umhmum' was my reply and she was all 'hmmm... are you typing it? Because you're typing.' Sheesh! Can a girl not update her blog once in a while?

I'm also trying to fix my ipod. Some of the songs I have recently gotten won't sync onto my ipod.

So now I've clicked restore. This might have been a mistake.. oh well. I just gosh darn really want this Toadies song I downloaded. And my Native American Pow Wow. And my Angels and Demon soundtrack track. And more arabic world music and.. *sigh*

Well, I guess I should leave my ipod to it and go study some more Arabic.

Masa Salama!

(That's arabic for 'goodbye' in non-arabic writing - so you can pronounce it!)

Gargh! I can't even play that Toadies song on itunes because my ipod is restoring!

*shuffles off looking slightly dejected because she can't listen to the one song she really wants to listen to*

*trips over the dog*

Procrasturbation

2011-04-15T15:40:00.001+01:00

I really should be in the library. I should've spent the whole day at the library yesterday and I didn't. I spent the day in bed eating so much chocolate it was ridiculous and watching the end of Doctor Who season 5.

So here I am, 5 days into my study period, haven't started studying, still have not started studying. Instead writing a blog. Wise life choices as always. Also listening to an incredible track by Skrillex AND Korn. Just been hitting replay over and over.

I saw Sucker Punch this week, meh, it's an alright movie, entertaining enough, I mean, hot girls in revealing clothes beating the crap out of german soldier zombies and dragons and all is good, but the soundtrack. The SOUNDTRACK. Holy sweet Jesus and his facefluff, it is MAGNIFICENT. It's exactly what I want from music. Really soft whimsical voices with violently dirty background tracks. Mmmmmm. If I was a guy I would go as far as to say it gives me a boner. But I'm not a guy, I am infact a very respectable and classy lady so I won't say that. 3rd paragraph in to this post and I'm defending my gender - what kind of word vomit spills through these fingers? What am I even talking about? I think this Skrillex and Korn might be disorientating me. So much so that I had to stare at a blank wall for 3 minutes to remember the word 'disorientating'. *takes a swig of innocent smoothie*

So I actually have some topics I would like to talk about in this blog post. WHOAH STOP THE BUS. Yep, me, Kate, the writer of this rambling mess of a blog, has some actual thought out topics that she will now discuss. No I'm feeling quite alright actually, thanks for asking, no fever, no freaky-friday body swap moments, just some stuff I thought 'Hmmm, maybe i'll write about this on my blog'. (Ew, I kinda still hate saying 'my blog', maybe I'll come up with another term so I sound less like a hipster bag of douche) So lets just approach this as a 'ripping-off-a-plaster' situation and just dive all in.

So my first topic, the statistics for my blog. I've remembered how to check them and now I'm quite fascinated by it all. For instance, my post about the hypocrisy of vans off the walls gets about 50 views a week and all in all has nearly 6,000 views, which is pretty impressive for my lowely little blog. I have figured out why it gets so many though - one of the pictures I used on it, the other sources for it must have disappeared so when people google for a picture of vans off the walls, my little blog pops up.
Another post that gets quite a lot of views is my post about Jewnicorn Shipping and how much I love Robin Sparkles. This also gets a lot of views due to google, if you google 'jewnicorn robin sparkles' by blog is the second result, (robin's tumblr doesn't even show up) and if you google just 'jewnicorn' my blog is the fourth result. Which is MADNESS. Because my blog post is so irrelevant in the world of the jewnicorn fandoms, I mean, it's not even relevant in any way to Jewnicorn shipping or fic, and here it is popping up in google searches. So what is my point about this? I have no idea. I thought it was going to emmerge as I wrote about it but it didn't, so.. how about we just pretend I have a very insightful and conclusive ending right about now? Get those creative imaginative juices flowing and make me look like the literary blogging genuis we all know I am. *awkward cough*

Ew. Juices.
Flowing.
*shudders*

The next topic is quite a deep one. (Like Stephanie's vagina) (KIIIIIDDING!) No I'm serious, turn the lights down low, get your serious face on, because Kate is going to talk about.. death.
Oh JAYSUS I sound ridiculous. No basically (I better explain myself quick before you think I'm a tit) (Which you already do but.. no Kate, don't get distracted, quick explanation, quick!) I've always been of the opinion that if a mad man with a gun burst into my room, held a gun to my head and I knew I was going to die, that i'd be fine with it, I have no regrets with how I've lived my life, I have no wishes or dreams I want to fulfil, so I should be able to face certain death with no huge qualms. (Obviously I'd try to hit the guy with a frying pan or w/e but if self-defense wasn't a possibility etc) but I recently had a dream where I was stuck in the middle of a rebellion, in a house under attack, and that feeling of 'I'm going to die' was just so unpleasant, I wanted to be anywhere else but there, and so I announced it to the room and bless Hannah, she came over and hugged me and we hid behind a door (not the ideal behaviour in a fight) but then a guy with a gun came into the room, shot Hannah, shot me in the neck, and shot everybody in the room. Hannah died in my arms (which is too traumatic to even write about) and I was lying there being like, right, I'm dying.. but I don't feel like I am, but I should be.. and then for a minute I thought I was, but I was also filled with quite a pompous thought of 'I can't die! I am immortal!' which I think might've just been a distortion of my knowledge that you can't die in dreams cause you just wake up. And so when I felt myself get stronger, I then slowly woke up. (Still with the pain of the gun shot wound in my neck - which was such a strange feeling) And I realised that I really don't way to die anytime soon. Nor do I want Hannah to die, but I already knew that. Not that I'm saying I wanted to die, or was apathetic to dying, but I guess that dream just kinda made me appreciate not dying. You know?

And then in work the other day I got these weird sharp shooting pains up my arm and I was all "OMG I'm having a stroke!" which then made me think seriously about what if I died that night in work, and I didn't have any regrests or wishes for my future, but just a desire to live, a stronger desire to live than I thought I had, but not saying I used to have a weak desire to live or anything, oh dear.. I've gotten myself all muddled and I'm pretty sure you're sitting there reading this think "Oh jeez, Kate's suicidal/mad" which I'm not. I'm just not very good at expressing myself. Which you think would've changed after 2 years of writing a blog but, apparently not.

And there you have it! Wasn't so bad was it? Was it? Yeah okay it was pretty bad. But it's out there now.And I should really get going, I'm pretty sure the time deadline for the module choice form I was meant to hand in today has passed but.. meh. I'll stick it under the door or something. *fingers crossed* Then I should go to the library, even though I really don't want to. I just want to go for a walk. NO! Get the bus. Yes, I really want to go on a bus journey, which is good, because I will be getting the bus later on. After the library. *looks sad*

What are the courses I chose for next year I hear you ask? Glad to answer - for theology I picked intermediate arabic, judaism & islam in the medieval ages and christology & hermenuetics and theology. BOOM. And for philosophy I picked continental philosophy, philosophy of religion and pyschology and philosophy. So all in all, an interesting choice.

But before I start thinking about 3rd year, I REALLY should be thinking about studying for my exams so I can pass. Oh Lordy.

Right, this is me out of here, my song has finised playing on youtube, I've caught up on my emails and Disney gossip, I shall leave now and go to the library.
(Wow there's something apart of me that's really fundamentally against going to the library) (Maybe I'll just look for some books and see if I can borrow them and 'read them at home'.) (Why do I keep using parenthesis?)

Okay, this is me leaving. I swear. See look? No more typing under this, this means I've finally left.
Ta ta for now,
Kate

P.S - Note to self- never use 'ta ta for now' every again. And don't sign off your blog posts.

*runs and jumps onto a wheelie office chair*
*herself and the chair slide out of camera shot at an alarming speed*
*a big crash is heard*
*an unexplained hamster wheel and some tin foil roll back into camera view*

Sparky Palastri

2011-04-04T15:02:00.000+01:00

Writing an essay. Well.. editing. Somehow I don't think they'll accept 2900 words for a 1500 limit. So I've managed to get it down to 2,200 and that is the best I can do. My words are too beautiful to be removed.

Seriously, I read over my essays and my like 'Ugghhh these words are so sexual. I'm like a sexual writing beast!'

I don't know why I'm even awake writing an essay. I consumed an unhealthy amount of alocohol and sugar last night.
Hah. Alocohol. Sounds Hawaiian and friendly.

Ugh Ianto you bang! And now he has a gun. This just gets better and better.
Sorry, I'm watching Torchwood now. (Essay break)

OHMYGODDDDDDD. They're dancing! Captain Jack and Captain Jack are dancing! And Now they're kiiiiiiiising! And now he's crying as he goes back into the time rift.

...let me explain. Jack and Tosh got trapped in the past during the blitz and Jack meets the guy he stole his identity from but who was going to die the next day and they had a little bit of romance, bit of flirtation, and then bam! They dance together, in the dance hall, in front of everyone. And everyone just watches. And then they kiss. And everybody is still only watching. That would not happen. It's a Cardiff dancehall full of army men. Just no. There would be mayhem! AND Tosh is Japanese. Just awkward in general.

Oh Jesus. I just yelped as my Jonas Brothers poster fell down. Poor things, they seem drunk and tired. Falling over sideways all the time.

Yes Eoin walk away. Leave Torchwood. You look like somebodies taken the sides of your face and pulled and left you like that. Not. Attractive.

Whoever originally thought to make a cake out of carrots is both a madman and a genius.

On my way home last night I made a friend called Hugh. He's 31 and a solicitor for Dublin Airport. Seemed a bit sad and lonely bless him. We sat on a step for a while and asked passerbys which one of us wore army boots the best. I won. Anyway he kept telling me how young I was, that I was only a baby, and how cool, alternative and pretty I was. Which is nice to hear. But then when I got home and looked in the mirror I nearly fell over in fright. Because dear Jesus my face. Eye-liner everywhere. Hair an absolute mess. I looked like a rejected tranny clown.

My sister just walked into the room. Sneezed. Laughed. Then walked out again.

Actually, she was on an Irish tv show the other day, one where they get 'celebrities' to put on fake ugly faces and go do weird stuff in public. My sister's friend Rosanna was on it so they contacted Sarah and told er she was chosen to go on a new fashion tv show they were doing, and the person they were making over was Rosanna dressed up as a nerdy bogger. And they described my sister as a 'life-style guru'. Which is hilarious because she's a receptionist. And bless her, she did very well. All about confidence and strutting your stuff and when she found out that it was her friend and it was all a prank was HILARIOUS.

My dad just walked in and gave me a bowl of pringles. I love my family :)

My feet are cold but I'm not bothered to go get socks.

*a day passes*

So I spent the day yesterday being an official timekeeper for a motorbike event my dad organised. (Let me hear y'all: Ooh ahh) Which basically involved shouting at motorbikers as they finished the 'special test' part of the course so we could get their numbers. After a while we started beeping the car horn but at one point that caused a guy to crash into a ditch and faceplant. IT WAS HILARIOUS. But then at another point we had to dive-jump out of the way or be run over by a motorbike. Best part was when we arrived first in the random field down in Wicklow where the starting point was, everybody began to arrive in dodgy white vans so it looked like a paedophile/kidnapper convention. But then the guys got into their gear and motorbikes were taken out so it looked better. And then at the end of the day, the car broke down and we had no signal and it could've been a disaster but it turned out alright.
I think the most interesting thing I learned all day was how attracted I am to people in motorbike gear. I'm talking motocross/Enduro gear here, Shercos and the such, not some feckin' gay Ducati roadbikes. Or even supersport bikes. Not keen on track racing. More of a mud girl myself!
Hmm.. now I want to youttube indoor trials competitions.

Jeezus the birds are going mad for it outside. Sounds like I'm in Spain or something.

Anyway, let me tell you about an awesum moment of my life that happened this week.

I was in a dodgy-yet-brilliant foreign pub and Jamie was doing some dancy hand movements. (Sounds lame but it wasn't- that's just my fail in descriptive skills) and someone was like 'stop with the jazz hands' and Jamie goes 'These are not spirit fingers' and I look up, all excitedly, we look at each other in the eye and with matching hand movements go 'THESE are spirit fingers!'
It. Was. AWESUM.
And if you don't get that reference, then I'm afraid we can't be friends anymore.

But if you get me when I say 'prohibodabido' then I'll love you forever and we can braid each other's hair and run laughing through fields and leave flowers for each other on pillows and have picnics and play tennis on sunny days and take road trips through California in an open top car listening to Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros and just, just.. such fun.

I just downloaded some of The Doors and then some 18th Century Urdu poetry set to music.

On Friday night, when Aaron and I were sitting on the street outside Supermacs (good life choices), I may or may not have told him I mentally high-five trees. But ssshhhhh...

Great. I've been singing along to my music and now I can hear someone rustling in the kitchen. Poor things. Their poor ears. They're probably desperately trying to find something to stop their ears bleeding.

I should be off doing my essay. I'm such an essay mess.
Jolly good show you fatheads!

*turns around to leave*
*bumps into an abandoned pirate ship in the middle of a dried up lake*
*looks a little confused*
*shrugs*
*plays pretend pirates*

(yarrr!)

The Last Of The Teenage Years

2011-03-28T23:18:00.000+01:00

So I only have a few months left of being a teenager, so I thought I might as well write a post about it all. Because that's what normal people do with a blog. Yes.
Although I don't think normal people write about how awesome their teenage years were and how much they don't want to be in their twenties.

I want to really appreciate being a teenager, because I know, for a 100% fact, that in the future, I'm gonna really wish I was a teenager again. The innocence, the carefree attitude, the summers spent hanging out with friends.

Of course, there was the ugly phase, the awkward phase.. the "wtf was I wearing?" phase. But hey, you wouldn't be a teenager if it was all smooth sailing now would you?

Nom nom nom nom babies.
No kidding, I mean bran flakes. Yep, I'm back on the branflakes.

Anyway, so in order to celebrate the last hurrah that is my final months of being a teenager, I'm appreciating some exciting teenager stuff. No, no angsty door-slamming or spending 3 hours on the phone (I never really did that stuff) I'm talking, rebuying my first perfume (Cause it is still awesome and classy - Miss Dior Cherie, yeah, I had taste.) and Yellowcard just released a new album so I'm listening to that. There are not enough words to describe how influential Yellowcard's Ocean Avenue album was on me, the development of me, just my self-understanding, being a teenager, growing up, all that toolish stuff.
I was in Corsica for 10 days when I was 15, my ipod broke and so I could only listen to that album and dude wow. Great album. 'Only One' is still one of my favourite songs, actually, heck, I'm gonna listen to that song right now.

Anyway, so it feels like quite a poetic moment in my life that Yellowcard have released a new album to be the soundtrack to my final days as a teenager.

How gay is that last sentence?

Anywho, maybe I was a bit late with the whole 'having a teen popstar poster on your wall' (got the poster when I was 18) but still. It's there. And I love it. And having a crush on a teen popstar is something I totally have in the bag.
(Nick J just announced he's single - hurrah! Although I did love Samantha.. )

So I'm fo shizzle gonna enjoy the heck out of my Jonas obsession for my last few months of teenagerdom. Of course it's going to continue into my twenties but it's not going to have the same cliched ring to it.

There was a few generic teenager things I never did, actually, quite a lot, I really was quite a good teenager. I mean, I wasn't really that moody, I never slammed the door, sat up in my room for hours, wailed in angst. I never snook out of the house (but then where would I go - a field?) I never got grounded.. never had a forbidden love.. never had a boyfriend (but then, It's Ireland, it's like an unnattractive mine field here) Did come home drunk.. and fall out of the car. And vomit in the sink. Didn't even learn my lesson the next day cause I don't get hangovers. I mean.. yeah I learned my lesson. Don't ever drink underage kids. In fact, don't ever drink. (No seriously, I was a major messy embarrassment that night, I swore never again, but.. mistakes happen)

Ohmylord that was a very explosive sneeze.

But then we move on, what shall I look forward to in my twenties?
....

....

no kidding.

I'm going to finish college.
And then.

....

but yeah! I guess I'll have to dress a little bit more sophisticated. Well.. try to. And probably fail. And... yeah.
Exciting times.

So when I look back on my years of a teenager, what do I see?
Good question Burt, I'm glad you asked it.

I guess I see a lot of bus journeys, good bus journeys, bus journeys of self-discovery. I see a lot of laughter, a lot of enjoyment, a lot of fun times with my friends. Generic stuff. Cliched stuff. But that doesn't really make it any less nice. I mean, I'm super glad and thankful that I can look back on my years of being a teenager, really my whole life, and see that I enjoyed every minute of it, that it was a pleasant time, no hardships, no angst, no teenage torture. God I bet there's a line of people queuing up to slap me.

Oooh I know! I'll do a transformation picture montage thing! I'll show you what I looked like when I was a wee young 'un (and please brace yourselves) and then I'll pick the nicest photo I have of me now.
YAY! *claps hands in an excited and camp way*

Oh no.. I just found the perfect photo.
*shudders* It's so hideous!

Ooh! I get to use my new fancy tool bar

*cue audience 'oohs' and 'aaaahs'*

From this: (hold on to something now, this is quite disturbing)

To this! (I'm the one on the right, which I hope you've recognised)

Ahhhh, now wasn't that a nice little transformation? Only took me 5 years.

The second one is my facebook profile pic at the moment. I just went with that because.. you know, there were too many gorgeous photos of me to choose from. I'm such a hot bangin' babe an' all. I swear.

I officially turned down my nomination to Massachuesetts. They sent me an email back saying they would actually pay for my living expenses. Which is pretty sweet. But it's just not going to happen. I've accepted that. Everything happens for a reason, and there is a very good reason I am not fulfilling my only dream in life, I just don't know what that reason is yet. But no point living in the could bes or the maybes! LETS LIVE IN THE BUMBLEBEES!

..sorry. I'm sure that doesn't make any sense to anyone that isn't me. Actually, it doesn't make sense to me either. But I get where I'm coming from. But I don't think anyone else does. *squints and looks a little vague*

I'm watching Rules of Attraction (again) because I think I was a little too young to fully appreciate it when I saw it first. And first off, Dawson, please god no. Leave it in your pants. Second off, women, I can't take you seriously with those UGLY shoes on your feet. Seriously, it looks like your wearing cement blocks.

UGH, watching a cult classic about American college after just refusing an offer to go to an American college was really a bad idea..

eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww creepy ginger philosophy professor.

OHMYGOD THE CREEPY GINGER DUDE IS IRISH.

And every time he speaks it's like bundles of 'atoiy toiy toiy' fall out of his mouth.

Ian Somerholder totally owns it in this movie.

If anybody has seen this movie, let it be known that Dick is my personal hero.

And that was a sentence I never thought I would say. Please don't take it out of context. Dick is a character. Originally called Richard.

Argh, usually I'm good with graphic scenes but when it's someone slitting their wrists.. *Shudders*

Oooh deary me, movie is over and I should've painted my nails. Humm..

I shall just go to bed. How exciting is my life eh?

I have a driving lesson on Thursday. Quite early in the morning. And I might go to a secret party on Wednesday. This could be a recipe for a disaster.

Whelp, you'll just have to tune in next time won't you?

Ooh... a cliffhanger. Exciting.

Next thing you'l know my routine helicopter flight will crash in the Australian jungle and I'll fall pregnant with some randomers baby!

...baby steps eh?

Nighty noo!

*bounces on a child's trampoline until it breaks and she looks very sad*

Printing, Ranting At Silly Women and Eating Bananas.

2011-03-23T11:02:00.005Z

Just had a sneaky banana.

Kinky.

No nevermind. I'm just being weird again.

But I did just eat a banana. And avoided all eye contact, because if you make eye contact with someone while eating a banana, that stuff just gets awkward. Especially as the yummy American national rugby team captain is floating around this computer room. Actually... I'm tempted to google him. No Kate no, that's just weird. It's bad enough you called him yummy and referred to him as floating around a room on the internet, this isn't written in pencil you know, the internet is written in ink.
*nods at her use of a The Social Network quote*

I need to print something but I've forgotten how to print.. and now there's a queue for the computers and and printer so everyone will be looking and oh god the shame. I also don't know if I have any money on the printing account thingedy. Okay.. I've sent it to be printed. Fingers crossed I don't make a fool of myself. Pray for me y'all.

*a montage starts featuring Kate walking to and from the printer with a confused look on her face*

..stupid enter key wasn't working on the printer.

But I got it working. BOOM. Kate succeeds in life.

Mmmm. Lunch time. Kate gets rewarded for her success.

*a long and busy day passes*

I'm finally getting to watch the Doctor Who episode that I couldn't finish the other night and I never realised I had stopped it at such a tense point.

Ooooh. Itchy foot.

Oh mother of christ and mohammed in a bath. This episode will never fully load for me.

And this female character in it is being such a stupid woman. I mean seriously. Yeah just go on and kill your only alien hostage. That will really appease the reptile people living in the centre of Earth.

I watch good tv shows.

This photo:

It's creepy right? Who bites their sibling's ear?

Plus when you see it first, from far away, it looks like Joe is wearing a lady cardigan.

UGH STUPID WOMAN! KILLING THE ALIEN WITH A TAZER WASN'T GOING TO BRING YOUR SON BACK.

"You tell people you had a chance but you were so much less than the best of humanity"

BOOM! You go Doctor!

#werqitgurl

Oh the cliche's.
The old man that sacrifices himself. The young boy with the fresh open mind who gets it.

OH YOU STUPID WOMAN! JUST GO DIE. YOU DON'T DESERVE THE CHANCE TO CRY ABOUT YOUR DYING DAD.

Sorry, I get a little harsh when people are stupid and irrational.

Ohmygod. Rory. No. He can't be dead.. no. Just no. I refuse this reality and submit my own. No no no no no..

*bawls*

It's fine, it's fine. *hides her tissues* He comes back. I know he does. Still..

Damn this season of Doctor Who is so good and it's coming up to exam time..

Hah. Lady cardigan.

Mmmm.. bed time. But first, some hipster music and email checking.

*puts on a green beret that's not her own and gives umbrellas to people caught out in the rain*

What Even Is The Point Of My Titles?

2011-03-14T21:55:00.003Z

Crying right now. Tbh. Being Human Season 3 Finale. Oh god the emotion. The shock ending. Silent sobbing.

But it's okay cause I have cookies.

No seriously.

SO! My life right now, very busy. Very fun. Lots of lists. Good lists though. And crossing stuff off the lists too. That's good. Very good. Yes yes, what fun.

Major pity, and his friend colonel shame.

Note to self: Must remember these phrases to use in daily conversation so I look like a witty hilarious genius.

I've been having a few awesome moments in my life that I would like to share with y'all. If I had a 'To Do' list with my life, these would definitely be on them.

First off, after a rather awesome pancake party on Pancake Tuesday (which involved more wine and comedy gigs than pancakes) I got a lift home from a guy who had parked on Trinity campus. Now, I knew he's a bit mad (his entrance to the party was by declaring he had an STI when really he only had a very bad kidney infection), but I didn't realise how mad until we were driving around in small circles in the middle of front square in his tiny little banger of a car (which he bought for €50). See GIANT photo below to understand how absolutely absurd it is to drive a car around the middle of one of the most historic sites in the country. And then afterwards he drove around speeding up after pedestrians just so he could laugh as they ran out of the way. No joke. Hilarious.

2) Sitting in Doyles (local student pub) having a heated political debate at 2 in the morning over pints. While watching a guy from my philosophy class on an other table build a rather impressive tower out of beer mats.

Another moment, which probably wouldn't have been on my to do list but was a rather hilarious moment anyway was during work last night. In the Ritz-Carlton ballroom, clearing linens off the table after a wedding. Somebody plugs their ipad into the sound system and starts playing very gangsterish RnB grunge music. And it was. so. not. a gangster moment. Brilliant.

And so yeah! That's been my life at the moment! Busy busy, fun fun. 2 weeks behind on my essays. Haven't even thought of studying. And just as things are getting busy in my life, after months of doing nothing, work decides 'Yes, lets call Kate and ask her to work' and I'm too broke to refuse. It means I miss a few lectures, but heck, wouldn't you miss a lecture on African Christianity for €100?

My most commonly used phrase recently?

"Not enough time in the day!"

Although I have spent today watching Disney Channel, having a nap, and now writing this blog. But shhh. I've been doing other important stuff too. AND I've worked 20 hours this week. So.

Big news though. Big news.

I got nominated for an international exchange to the University of Massachusetts Amherst for a year. Which is basically my dream handed to me on a plate. However, it's never that simple is it?

First off is the price, it's quite expensive, but my mother said it can be achieved if I really wanted it, but she's having doubts if I'd enjoy it. Now, it's not my first choice of university, or my second, or even my third, infact, I didn't choose it. But, it's not a bad place, looks lovely.

But it's so complicated, and, well, scary. Moving to a new country where I know no one, for a year. Like dude. *looks like a deer caught in headlights*

But on the other hand, like dude, AMERICAN COLLEGE. American football, American campus, AMERICANS. My future husband. It's all over there. It's not just in a film. It actually exists and I have the opportunity to experience it.

So I'm terribly conflicted. Like I want this, but I don't want the hassle. And my deadline is in a week. I mean, letters of recommendation, finance security, Visa applications.. although this is my fault because I've spent the last two weeks putting it off so I don't have to think about it.

Do I want this enough to go through the hassle? Through the inevitable hard times? The home-sickness, the loneliness? Will it be worth it? Is it possible for me? Everybody else seems to have this ability to be able to see where they're gonna be in the future, in 5 years time they want to be a geneticist with a family, in a year they want to be so and so, and the furthest I can get to is a few months. I can't even think what my summer is going to be like, I can presume, but I can't see myself. I had a cut-off point in 5th year where I just seemed to stop being able to see where I'm going , I couldn't see myself doing the leaving cert, going to college, nothing. My future is blank, completely blank. And the irony is I already know it.

Anyway, so that was a complete off-topic rant. Basically another spanner in the works or whatever that phrase is, is that upon finally looking at the courses available at UMass, it seems they don't do theology. Hmmmm. Problem.

But in a way, I'm kinda glad if they don't (I've emailed some co-ordinator person to double check) because then that is a definite 'no' on the going abroad thing. Someone else/something else has made that decision for me, so I can never look back on this and regret my choice as it was beyond my control, I mean, I can't do a year of my degree in a college that doesn't even bloody well do my degree now can I? Basically, I want someone else to make the decision for me. So it's not my fault if I completely regret it. Wow I'm a mature person.

*convulses in a pleasure/apin thing*

*Actually explodes*

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

*starts panting*

Listening to Titus Jone's new album, first minute, he mashes Nicki Minaj, Xtina's 'Dirrty' and then..

AND THEN.

Uses a quote from Empire Records.

I. AM. SO. IN. LOVE.

You know what else I love? Spring.

Had a night mare the other night that I had woken up and all the leaves were out on the trees and I had completely missed Spring. Yeah, even my nightmares are lovely.

But anyway, I am making it my goal this year to really notice Spring and the sudden bloom of flowers and leaves, because every year, sometime in May, I look up and BOOM leaves are on the trees and I'm like 'How did I not notice these before?' so this year I'm consciously watching the growth of the leaves and the flowers, and it's lovely. Daffodils everywhere.

I downloaded the Kick-Ass original score. Good choice.

If I was in anyway a competent blogger I would've blogged about my Paddy's day. But I'm not so, I won't.

Look forward to more 'Kate writes an essay' blogs - the glee on your face is unmissable!

Hmmm.. I'm thirsty.

*wanders off to go find water*

Cereal.

2011-03-07T21:30:00.006Z

I just ate a wicked looking piece of bran flake.

Oh yes, that's right. Kate's life is as exciting as it's always been.

I have been off enjoying my reading week, doing no reading, lots of lovely lovely walks..
oooh doorbell!

Anyway, so yes, I am once more returning to the world of social interaction and keeping up with stuff and I really don't know where this sentence is going. Not quite sure what I'm even trying to say. Feels like my brain is sitting in a warm bog to be honest.

I can't even right a text message properly. It sounds like I'm drunk and speaking English as a second language. In a scholarly way. I mean, wtf?

Mmmm cereal. My life would be considerably emptier without cereal.

Huh, doorbell again. I'll just presume D will get it.

Okay, what in the name of Jesus's breadbasket is going on here? Why do all these videos of the latest episode of being human be all silent at certain points? I JUST WANNA WATCH THE EPISODE. Not take a crash course in lip-reading. Sheeesh.

*starts singing with an indian accent* I am roasty toasty, eat me, eat me..

...

*sigh* I guess i'll watch it without the sound then.
*frowny face*

Hnng, that beautiful moment when a girl realises the guy she loves was the one who brutally and viciously murdered twenty innocent people in a cult train tragedy. Hot.

..If you're wondering about that song I song a few minutes ago, don't. Because I'm not bothered to explain it, so you'll never really understand it. Unless it's quite a widely-known phenomenon that I'm not aware of.

I did so enjoy having showers at home, now I'm back to the apartment shower. Hmmm.

Uh oh, 'Sabrina has tagged a photo of you.'
What even is my face. I need to do something with my fringe. Badly. Might also dye my hair soon.
The whats-what of my hair is fascinating isn't it? Yes I always thought so.

Argh! Getting distracted by facebook again.

That time has come where I must dash, places to see, people to do, same old, same old.

*throws a bowel of cereal in your face*
*runs away cackling*
*sneaks back up and picks up an oddly shaped piece of bran flakes*
*runs away again*
*is generally satisfied with her life choices*

Jewish Pigs Dressed As Batman.

2011-02-23T11:12:00.002Z

The universe knows me so well.

I come into the computer room to avoid doing work and BOOM the internet is down. For ages. So I look over some arabic, and as you have probably worked out, the internet is back again. Sweet.

The internet crashed in college this morning because of Trinity Ball tickets going on sale today. Got mine early, missed African Christianities for it, but hey, I think it's worth it in the long run. I mean - Jessie J? Hells to the yeah.

Oh bloody hell, why can't any of my desktop schtuff be modified? It's like the computer knows I'm uploading old bebo photos. Seriously. Universe = out to get me.

AND I can't login in to online banking, I'm down to €4 in my bank account and I want to know what happened to that €100 I coulda sworn I had last week. *grumbles* I JUST about had enough money for my Trinity Ball ticket!

it's like this whole computer is breaking - why can't the desktop be modified, huh? huh?!

AHAH! Gottit, created a new folder somewhere in this computer and then I'll delete it before I log out - I am computer genius.

Yes, the lack of an 'a' was intentional there. I speak mad English skillz wot?

I finished watching season 4 of Doctor Who - and oh the tears! The emotion.. oh god the emotion. I texted Lisa because I needed a female Doctor Who fan who gets the whole David Tennant thing, and she was in the middle of a night out in Lanzarote and the rememberance of the emotion of season 4 made her cry again.

"I don't want to go"

*starts wailing silently*

I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO TENTH DOCTOR!

Although I watched the first episode of the 5th season and number 11 does a good job, although I don't know if he has the darkness and madness of David Tennant...

Anyway, enough of this embarrassing nerdy stuff, lets move on to something much cooler and more respectable.

I have fallen back in love with Nick Jonas.

(HAH! You actually thought I would move on to something cool? You noob! Do you not know who I am? A person hopelessly in love with the uncoolest things in the world. And proud of it. Well.. no yeah, proud of it. Just maybe not t-shirt-wearing proud.) But if you can't be horrifically honest about your nerdy passions on your horrendously embarrassing blog, then where can you be?

Oooh gurl, I got my tunes a blazin' - let the tagging commence!

*starts head-boppin to a little Hall & Oates)

Hah. Catherine just texted me

"Girl, I wish I was your derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves"

And then I had a three text conversation with Hannah where we managed to use 3 different languages. I love my friends.

Hmm.. Got to go. Lunch. I'm starved.

Toodles!

Spread like butter.

2011-02-12T15:32:00.007Z

I must start off by apologising for my deeply aggro rants which I ended my last post with. Not very cool of me, especially as half of it doesn't even make sense, and all those capital letters make my eyes hurt. But it was very therapeutic, although I am still tinged with a hint of sadness that my beautiful other posts weren't saved by blogger.

What makes it even more worse is this embarrassingly regular occurence at the moment for the fact that I have a blog being brought up in conversation while I'm there. I mean, I love my blog, but I hate it being referenced in conversations with people I don't know all too well, especially when they have fancy internet phones and they can just check it out immediately (*coughs* Dave *coughs*), and then comes the inevitable question of
'Were you on drugs when you wrote this?'

..Which leads to forever facepalming on my part.

Hmm, just remembered a dream where I was eating the most beautiful piece of toast.

Okay, so I have another goal to add to my very short list of goals to be achieved, and that is to have a police escort. I don't even have to be the focus of the police escort (although that would be preferred) but even just to be a PA in the car with the celebrity.. it looks so exciting!

*points to the two random pieces of information above*
Don't ask, ya?

So now its Valentines Day and I am FOREVEEER ALOOOONE.

Kidding. My mom gave me sweehearts this morning. BEAT THAT!

But seriously, everybody seems to be making a big deal out of valentines day and how they will forever be alone and will punch anybody with flowers or even anybody who looks remotely happy, but I honestly couldn't give that much of a crap.

Does that sentence makes sense? I don't think it does.. but you know what I'm trying to say here right though? I mean, it's not like *I* should do all the work around here, making fully formed sentences and all that, I should be able to just throw words out there and you should be insightful enough to figure out what i'm trying to say.

You know what makes me both weep for humanity and praise it at the same time? Facebook groups. I mean, there are some pretty good groups out there (She's about as innocent as a nun doing squats in a cucumber field) but then there are some other ones.. ooh. Not good.
For instance:
"Maccas Lady: Hi slut, welcome to Macdonalds, can I take your order?
Slut: Hi, could I please have a large Mcdick meal with extra Mcseamen sauce thanks its my favourite
Maccas Lady: Yep, no worries, please ride it through to the next window"

...I mean, wtf? Is that meant to be funny? And please, they spelt semen wrong. Seriously.

Okay, so I totally had a quick search around me to see if anyone was looking and sneakily googled 'semen' just to double check *I* haven't spelled it wrong. Scarlett if anyone caught me.

Oh god. I've strayed too far into the world of very irritating facebook groups. I want to projectile vomit all over the computer screen.

But thankfully I have class now. So I must leave. But I will return. Soon. to finish editing this rambling mess of a thing I call a blog.

Okay, just accidently opened a shocking website in the middle of the computer room, I mean, it's called hotfakes, so that shoulda given me a hint, but still. holy crap. So much nakedness. Total nakedness. AWKWARD.

What is with this blog post and embarrassing sexual internet activities happening in public? Googling semen? Basically opening up porn websites? It could only be near Valentines day..

Oh no, crying with laughter in the computer room. Why do I do this to myself? Why am I not a good student and simply write out the notes from moodle that I planned to do an hour ago? Instead of faffing about on tumblr, laughing at hilarious but inappropiate things.. and it's not like these screens are small. These are pretty huge mac screens, everybody can get up in my business, lets just hope they are too busy with their important essay-writing, slide-presentation, translation-from-forgotten-languages selves to bother looking over at me cracking up at LOTR gifs.

Balls. Now I'm totally tempted to upload old bebo photos. I could just print out the moodle notes when I go home on the weekend.. decisions, decisions.

Hmmmmm... yep. Well that's solved it, I've used the moodle webpage to open up bebo.
Now I really hope people aren't watching my screen, fake naked pictures of actors = fine, but bebo = social death.

Oops. Guilt time. People waiting patiently for a computer, obviously to do some very important work, and here I am, giggling at old photos of us, and my terrible captioning. (Seriously bad, how did you not just shoot me?)

*starts singing*
MIDNIIIIIIIGHT, ALL ALOOOONE IN THE MOOOOOOOONLIGHT.
Has the sun lost her memory? She is smiling alooooone..
In the daylight... la la laaaa laaa la la la la WHAT HAPPINESS IS.

*silence*
... Andrew Lloyd Weber, quality human being.
*moves taylor-swiftely along*
oh-my, just found a way of dragging text, instead of copying and pasting, which makes this whole photo malarky well easier. Sweet.

In our African Christianities lecture this morning our lecturer legitamely asked us where we believed our dead relatives are, right now, being dead an all. I was like "It's half 9 in the morning - too early for personal beliefs, please excuse me while I die from a coughing fit"
A cough. That's what I get from being a party animal. Last two weeks have been a bit shmad, but this week, this week, I'm trying to get stuff done. Trying to get some legit sleep. Trying to go to all my lectures, and so far it's working. I'll have to have strong will power tonight though.
Saw 127 hours last night. Good stuff. I was able to handle the arm-cutting off scene. Geddit? Oh god, I've used that joke way too many times. Anyway, it was just him having to cut the nerve that really got me :/
But the uplifting sigur ros song at the end made up for it all.

You know you are a lame person when you laugh at your own photo comments.
"No you are not! You are glowing with the womanly essence of sexual pleasure! ;D"
LOLZ times a thousand.
Anyway, on that embarrassing note, I must dash. Lunch time and all that. After my incredibly hard 2 hours of work. (*coughs* tumblr *coughs* facebook *coughs*)

What a blog post eh? Spread out over many days, many topics, much spreading. ooh, now I have the title of this post!
Stay excellent!
*throws a smoke bomb and runs away cackling*

ognfhjrtnvgfhj

2011-02-02T10:50:00.004Z

That stupid blinking typing bar thing of doom.
Nice name for it eh?

I always stare at a blank post for a good ten minutes trying to figure out how to start a post and it always inevitable ends up weird. Or stupid. Most usually both.

I am currently filling out an application form to become a food taster on a consumer panel. Exciting eh?
It's actually a pretty sweet deal, getting paid to eat food, AND you get to bring the food home with you. Nice.

Ugh. 'About Yourself'. Fun times ahead chaps!
Hmm.. that is not how you spell unfortunately, or acquainted.
..My little shpiel basically introduces me as 'Hi, I'm Kate, and I'm a knob.'

I wonder if I can shneakily eat cereal in the computer room?

I was not up for breakfast this morning, so I brought it with me, thinking I would have a little nap on a couch somewhere in college and then nom on some chocolate weetabix crispies. But no, all the couches were taken so I came into the computer room so I could catch up with you delightful people, and aren't you so glad I did?

OHMYGOD I GOT A MESSAGE.
SOMEBODY LOVES ME.

Ah jaysus. This stupid form won't submit so I refreshed the page without copying the 'About Me' bio so now I'm gonna have to write all this wank again.

Shall I risk a sneaky cereal bite? Oh hells, lets go for it.
Wish me luck!

...

Hmmm. It's a little loudly crunchy but nobody seems to be giving me filthies.

...

......
..........

YOU BASTERD!
BLOGGER! YES YOU! BLOGGER! YOU PRICK! YOU PRICK PRICK PRICK PRICK! I WISH A PLAGUE AND SYPHILIS UPON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY! I WISH UNHAPPY VACATIONS AND UNSATISFACTORY TOILETS UPON YOU ON LONG JOURNEYS! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO HELL! AND BACK AGAIN! WHILE YOU REEEEAAAALLLY NEED TO PEE BECAUSE THERE ARE NO SATISFACTORY TOILET FACILITIES!

...

*fumes*

I..

I just..

*sighs*

This happened before. I wrote a lovely post this morning. Went to get lunch, came back, blogger had lied AND IT DIDN'T SAVE WHAT I HAD WRITTEN AFTER THE CEREAL ADVENTURE.

So I ranted, but I got over it. I wrote such beautiful, beautiful blogging beauty. It was sexual.. it was funny, it expressed me at this moment in my life, still slightly drunk, very tired, little bit crazy, very much in love with life. I wrote such deep things, I was going to connect, I was going to write things nobody had ever seen before, I wrote things.. such beautiful things and then

OH!

The tab was temporarily lost. But 'oh it's okay, we saved it'. NO YOU DIDN'T.
YOU PRICKS.
THE INTERNET IS OUT TO GET ME.
DAMN YOU MARK ZUCKERBERG.
I KNOW YOU OWN THE INTERNET.
JUST ADMIT IT.

Such beautiful words.. lost forever into cyber space. Someone should make a movie of this tragedy.
And the irony was that just as everything was lost into a big pit of despair, I was writing about how wonderful life is. How much I love it.

THE THINGS YOU WILL NOT PARTICIPATE IN NOW.
I made humerous ancedotes about me looking like a prostitute in a stolen hat gnawing on sunkist cans. I momentarily fell in love with the concept of evening.

I..

Just..

*dies*

...

I got to go now too because I am burning sabrina horrifically but I had to rant, she'l understand. She'l get the brunt of it now.

I USED TO BE WONDERFULLY HAPPY BLOGGER. I WAS VOMITTING RAINBOWS AND LOLLIPOPS AND SUNSHINE AND NOW.
LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE.

*stomps off like a 5 year old*

Love and Joy and Bouncing Curls.

2011-01-13T16:17:00.003Z

Oooh Goddddd my heart is just so full of joy!

I just read part 3 of Robin's Jewnicorn fic and now I'm watching a Jonas Brothers Live Chat (their first one in a while) and just hnnnnnnggggggg. So much joy! So much love!
*runs out a shop door and flings her arms into the air and spins around*

GAH!
Nick's favourite John Mayer song is my favourite song!
Okay, so 'Slow Dancing In A Burning Room' is like the only song I have but still. It's meant to be. He also described it as "a good tune"
TUUUUUUNNNEEE.

"Nick when you hiccup, do your curls bounce?"
Whoever asked this question is MY HERO.

Omgomgomgomgomgomg too much going on I can't even, they just said that question sounded like a Willow Smith song, and this was a good 5 minutes ago because it's taken me 5 minutes to recover from my manic laughing fit after they attempted to sing "Whip My Hair" with "Nick's curls bounce when he hiccups" instead.

Try it. It's quite hard.

OhMyGosh these guys are on fire! I've totally fallen back in love with them. My heart is bursting with love at the moment, Jesse, Andrew, Kevin, Joe, Nick, Aidan Turner, like DUDE. And these aren't real people in my life... and don't think I'm an awful person who prefers celebrities to real people, I mean, I get pretty caught up in the love I feel for my friends, like D just threw a can of Vimto in to me as a present, how can I not be overwhelmed with love? And I've never been IN love, imagine me then! Be a disaster I would say.. probably just stay away from me and this blog if I were you! But I have a feeling that's not going to happen anytime soon, so don't worry, you can enjoy your kates-rambling-mess-of-a-blog where she rants about her love for people she's never met before for quite a while longer I have no idea what the grammer in this paragraph is doing quite possibly has gone on holiday or is doing the tango or is just awol who knows stop typing

Oh my. I think part of my obsession with the Jonas Brothers is the fact that they're growing up and so.. it's more interesting. I quite enjoy the.. what's the word, CORRUPTED!
Oh god I sound like a freak. But do you know where I'm coming from? Daire is that your electric toothbrush? No wait.. it's the washing machine.
Anyway, as I was saying, I kind of enjoy watching people be corrupted, that's awful isn't it? Only very specific corruption. Like an innocent pop boy-band drinking beer and swearing, or a naive hasidic jew becoming very good at the drug-dealing trade and even taking drugs.
Oh I'm so tempted to delete this paragraph.

You are now going to think there is something very very wrong with me, and maybe there is, I don't think it's healthy to be attracted to this sort of thing, I mean.. I know in general people like bad boys, but sometimes I think I take it to another level..

Oh brrr. It's so cold in this apartment it's like a nun's... nevermind.

Well, I should go get ready for the cinema. Today is just another day of not going to the library. Story of my life.

Is it okay to wear your hat backwards?
I''ll trust D to tell me the truth. He's going to say no.

Remember folks, nut up or shut up : )

*pulls away in a very cool car blasting some ted nugent*

*actually just walks off to go get some public transport and wishes she was that cool*

Kate Gets Tragically Romantic (Near The End)

2011-01-09T18:40:00.010Z

Uhm.

I had loads of things to say, but I have literally spent the last 5 minutes staring at the screen completly blank with my face mushed into my hands, like some kind of slow mushy facepalm.

Did you know that Pandas are immune to all human illnesses except chicken pox? However, if a panda becomes infected, they suffer none of the usual human symptoms. Instead, on the tenth day of the illness, the animal's eyeballs will fall out.

Great, Kate is breaking out the random fake facts about pandas. Again.

Awkward.

kkkkiillookjmuyhnuinjkiujnbbbhgyujkiuhjklokikmknhjkloikjujmnkloliujkmjloiujkikm

..I'm just typing random letters with one finger just cause k,koiuhgfgghbvhjytgyoihjgvdfdrt5gbnjunjhhyu

I dunno man, I think I wanna eat chicken or sumfing. I feel slightly drunk. I think it might be over-tiredness (I had a nightmare about volcanoes last night) or else it was the polish I was using. Oh most likely the polish. I do love me some polishing.

Ugh yes, DJ Sega's Philly Club Demo Remix of Whip My Hair.

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.

Need more of this in my life. Can't find a download link. Heartbroken.

My neck and back is still super sore 2 days after going to WAR and whipping my hair back and forth like a BAMF. I had a bath today just to try and cure the pain, but no luck :(

http://soundcloud.com/djsega/whip-my-hair-philly-club-demo-remix

The tempo change is RID-DIC-U-LOUS.

Like yo face.

So I'm on the computer. As you've probably guessed. And my dad walks into the room, on the phone TALKING ABOUT ME. I mean, can you see where I get my smoothness from? I'm pretty sure he was just filling in a family relative about my life.

"She's studying, doesn't go back to college for another week, is living the life"

Which is true. Apart from the studying thing. I'm watching WhatTheBuck on youtube.

OH ST. PETER ON A POPSICLE STICK.

My mother just wandered in, told me dinner was ready, then stared at the computer screen, reading this blog post, so I stared back at her and she just mumbled " no no I was just wondering if you were on facebook or.. or..." and wandered off. Seriously.

Anyway, dinner's ready. woohoo. So I'll be back. Even though the concept of time doesn't stretch through the medium of blogging, please don't miss me too much.

------

So it's like 4 hours since I last wrote and I have a pleasant image of you, dedicatedly waiting for me to come back, sitting in a darkened room, high-lighted by the glow of your computer screen, with an optimistic smile on your face, missing me.

Well fear not! For I am back!

But! I'm going now..

(you whip your face away from the screen like you've been slapped, your tears streaming down your face, glowing a strange colour from the light of the computer screen, you raise a fragile shaking hand and clumsily wipe away the miniature streams leaking from your eyes, your eye-liner runs*, you bite back a sob and force yourself to grin, to read on to the bitter end even though you can't bare to comprehend a world without these wonderful musings of mine)

*uni-sex make-up

..I am going to watch an Australian movie about the war starring some cute dude from Home and Away. Fear not, I will be back once more, to grace your mundane little life with my ever profound ramblings.

"I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"

*I clasp your hand and place it over my beating heart, I whisper something inaudible but obviously deep as you stare into my eyes*

*I take a step back, the wind blows my beautiful hair across my face and makes my romantic white dress swoop around me in dynamic movements*

*taking one last look at your face, you catch a brief glint of a tear staining my cheek, I turn and run tragically across the moors*

*I fall into a bog-hole*

Kate Writes Another Essay. And Maybe Delves Into Tupperware Porn.

2011-01-04T14:13:00.006Z

Goddamn you Nietzsche and your opposition to Schopenhauerian values. I'm not even 100% sure what these values are but I've already written 1,200 words on them! GAH!

Good lord it's windy. Leaves EVERYWHERE.

Geezus I'm writing such crap.

That-awkward-moment-when-half-way-through-an-essay-you-realise-you-really-should've-read-the-books-the-essay-is-about-but-now-you're-not-bothered-and-so-you-write-a-bunch-

of-wank.

New facebook group? I think so.

Oooh listening to Pink Floyd covers was a mistake. Now tooo dreamy to do any work. Just sitting here, sipping hot chocolate, watch leaves being blown around. Watching my mother power-hose the patio. In the freezing cold and wind. Mad woman.

I've come up with a very crafty way of getting around the fact I can't do my essay.

Instead of first stating what Schopenhauer's values were, then Nietzsche's opposition to them

, then stating if there is any justification for it, then ramble in a meaningless way about what a Schopenhauerian might reply to the opposition, I will NOT state Schopenhauer's values, and then use them for what a schopenhauerian might reply with.

I am a genius. Bow to me.

...shut up. It makes sense in my head AND is very cunning. I should be a master-plan maker.

Oh Nietzsche's opposition to the schopenhauerian use of art. Crap. I forgot about that.

Don't you all love when I give you a moment-by-moment account of writing an essay? It's not like writing them yourself is exciting enough, one must read about other people writing essays too!

...

I think I just fell in love with a tupperware box.

You see, it's miniature. Smaller than the palm of my hand. There are no words to describe how

cute it is. If your wondering how I just went from essays to tupperware, I just emptied the dishwasher.

Sometimes I forget that other people who read this don't know what I'm talking about if I don't explain it properly.

Tupperware porn.

I just had an excellent opportunity to tell my mother that I'm not doing Schols but I just let it pass me by, waving.

Ugh life. Essays, sorting out Daire's unarrived Christmas present from amazon, calling work. I think maybe in the future I might become a hermit and live in the steppes of northern Russia. I'll have a dog for a companion. Grow my own food. Stare at scenery all day. Yes I think that will suit me quite well.

I have to say, I have quite an interesting collection of bullet points in my notes in relation to this essay.

I have:

"The only real hope for a human being is to reach the insight that existing as an individual is worthless"
"THE WORLD IS A MISTAKE"
"Vegetable are living too"

Cheerful eh?

I never told you about my new years!

Well, I was working. And it was pretty good, lovely wedding. I got my first tip of 3 euro which I was pretty chuffed at. At midnight, we all had champagne the kitchens, the DREAMY American head chef (like head head head chef of the Gordon Ramsay restaurant and Ritz Carlton hotel) wished me a happy new year, and then ten minutes afterwards, I got a tip of 50 euro. Yep, 50 euro. 5 hours worth of work just because I got a guy 2 bottles of wine. Damn I love drunk people. 2011 is going to be a good year.

Gosh my new phone is even adorable when it's battery runs out. Gives little sorrowful bleeps and then fades. Bless. I feel kinda ashamed to let it die.

New Years Resolutions? Floss more. I've already broken it cause I can't find my dental floss.

Just wrote a rather beautiful sentence in my essay and I'm resisting the urge to shout "YEAH YOU SEXY BEAST!" at it.

I don't think my parents would understand.

Now onto my conclusion. Hells yeah.

Just thinking about my future career as a hermit, I'm going to have to have an mp3 player, solar charger for it and possibly a laptop with Internet access so I can download new music. Hmmm. Maybe by that stage in the future we can have mp3 players implanted in our brains so that won't be needed. Because as beautiful as Russian mountains are, with herds of reindeer and extreme weather conditions, I'm going to most definitely need a soundtrack to go along with it.

Maybe I'll make friends with a local musician and he can play me traditional heart-wrenching songs about love and loss in the life of a reindeer herder.

Oh god. I have absolutely no idea how to end this essay. Disaster.

Now for the re-read. Pray for me people. This could be the point where I realise these 2016 words are complete rubbish.

I just watched "If you knew the real me", you know that emotional show on MTV, with my parents. Mistake.

My mother just ranted about how it was voyeurism, how it was making the 'emotional' process seem shallow, how probably many teenagers have never felt 'alone'. When a guy stood up to say what he would change after he left the session my dad simply said "He should change his choice of outfit."

*facepalm*

I must put it out there, those two comments on my last blog post totally made my day. I kinda exploded in excitement to sabrina on facebook chat, who I also must thank you still being an awesomely dedicated friend and fan! You guys ROCK! *fist-pumping all round*

Well, I've been Josh Groban, and you, you have been profoundly moved.

*shakes a bag full of chicken and vegetables while dancing*

*dances backwards out of the room*

*is still shaking her bag full of dinner*

Native American Christmas Joy

2010-12-30T15:16:00.005Z

I just added "Native American 80s Punk" into my genres. Interesting.

So it has been a loooong time since Ive written a post, I would love to say that it's because I've been busy studying for schols, taking long walks, eating wholesome Christmas food, spending quality time with my family, but no. I've just been bumming. Read a good book. Ate a ton of food. Been dreaming weird dreams.

So, how was y'all's christmases?

*expects a reply for a few seconds and then it dawns*

Mine was good. Great actually! We had a lovely Christmas party in our apartment, we ate lots of food and played charades and pictionary. I forced everyone to listen to my Christmas playlist. Joy was had.

This year we went to Midnight s88

..sorry, my dog is attempting to lie on the keyboard . Anyway, as I was saying, This year we went to Midnight Service instead of our usual tradition of Christmas day. Which was strange, and made even stranger cause the snow meant that barely anybody could make it, so there was about 10 people in the church. Which made the hymn singing quite awkward, especially

because Judy always plays them about 10 times slower than they usually should be and at a

higher key.

What did I get I hear you ask? Well yes Christmas IS all about shameless materialism. I got a very snazzy new phone, a nokia n8, the bees knees in smart phones. And freakin' sweet ipod speaker system. They're not very portable, but my god the bass on them. I think my parents are regretting getting them for me because I'm having mini discos in my room all day now.

And I would love to say I have huge party-tastic plans for New Years, but I don't. I'm working. Which isn't that bad because I really need the money and I haven't worked in AGES.

And I'll definite be working more than a 12-hour shift so that's over 100 yo-yos for me!

Oh my consumeristic emphasis is showing again.

I really really REALLY should be studying for schols, but.. ugh. I've kinda given up on them. Tempted to just, not show up. I know it's so awful, and I would really hate myself for not giving the effort but.. argh!

I saw Burlesque! You know that really crap-looking Christina Aquilera film? It's amazing! Well,it's totally awful, but it's SO enjoyable it's sickening. And her voice gave me goosebumps. And Cam Gigacandet is hilarious, especially when drunk. And Stanley Tucci should always play a gay guy. I demand it.

UGH KATE GO DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIFE.

I have literally been sitting here at the computer for the past 4 hours, playing computer games, downloading music, stealing my sister's music from itunes homeshare. Contemplating eating my selection box. I AM SUCH A MESS.

I got my timetable for next semester, I have Thursdays off. Which is pretty fan-tah-stic. I envision lots of Wednesday nights going out and complete hangover days on Thursday in which I won't get out of bed.

Titus Jones remixed Taylor Swift. He has now past God status and is just floating in a transcendent musical realm where he can do no evil and just exude awesomeness everyday.

One of the reasons I love the end of year and the start of a new one, aside from all those promising but ultimately will fail new years resolutions (this is the year I get fit), the 'Best of Booty' CD comes out, with free downloads, hence why now I'm rocking out to a Jay-Z, Rihannah, Owl City mash-up, and will soon skip so I can rock out to Nirvana mashed with the Jackson 5. Oh yes. It smells like a rockin' robin indeed.

*massages her eye-sockets*

Mwa ha. The new Natalie Storm mixtape is now mine. BOO-YEAH AND A BOOM.

Oh. All the track info is in capitals. Now this won't do, can't have my ipod shouting the track names at me, this won't do at all.

Re-typing 32 tracks it is then.

Oh dear. I am mistakenly analyzing my daydreams via www.dreammoods.com and it seems I crave attention and I am looking for a status symbol. Hmmmm..

Ugh. These dream things never tell me what I'm looking for. In every dream where I drive or ski, I am always out of control. Doing these crazy ass flips, falling off cliffs, crashing into everything, but I never get hurt, and then when I look up 'driving' it just says it represents your life's journey and path in life. So then being out of control while driving would be feeling out of control in life. WRONG. It is laughable at how *not* out of control my life is. It is very much in control. I have never felt that I can't control my life. YOU SUCK DREAM WEBSITE! CAPTAIN LAME-ASS! YEAH! I SAID IT!

*coughs*

So anyway, watching 'Miranda' with my mother. Lovin' it. Like a MacDonalds. Oooh, we're having pizza tonight. Yus.

learnt a new phrase:

"Major Disaster and his friend Captain Calamity"

Like it? Yes I think it will do quite well. What? You think it sounds ridiculous? How rude of you!

I shall save it till I encounter a perfect time to unleash it, which I will promptly mess up, everyone will stare, and I'll just mumble and change the topic to Taylor Swift.

Oh! Big news! Very big news actually, I'm finally over my Nick Jonas obsession! 'Hurrah!' I hear you shout as you organise big gay parades and confetti in my honour. Well yes, I had feared it was coming for quite some time, now, that's not to say I don't like him anymore, but I'm not as.. fervently obsessed. It has retreated to just a more-than-mild interest. I devoted more than a year to that guy, can't just give him up cold turkey.

So who am I obsessed with now? Glad you asked, tis Jesse Eisenberg.

I felt a stirring after I saw The Social Network, and then as soon as I became obsessed with robin sparkles and her obsession with jewnicorn fic, I was hooked on the auld eisenmeister.

(note to self: never use that nick-name again)

Really, it's quite a natural progression on from Nick Jonas, it appears I have a type - long face, curly hair, socially awkward, ridiculously talented. But Jesse Eisenberg is older, more mature, and has cats.

Oooh.. look at those awkward hands.

I.... have a problem.

At least he's older than me. Much older than me. And he played a hasidic-jew drug dealer. Hot.

He's one of those actors that you know any film that he's been in will be amazing. And his love for Andrew Garfield only makes him more attractive. I think I've moved onto this new modern metrosexual "love-for-everybody" thing. Bit odd. But is probably just a phase I'll grow out of in a year. Who knows, maybe then I'll be attracted to people who actually exist in my life?

Big dreams Kate, big dreams.

Speaking of totally amazing guys who I'm in love with and don't exist in real life, Tom Ellis. Plays Gary in Miranda. (Lots of names there, don't get confused now.) Is simply divine.

*googles tom ellis and comes up with a lot of photos of him with a blonde* *frowns* *cunningly picks a photo without the blonde* *silently shakes fist at blonde*

Okay, so he doesn't look like much. But he's PHWOAR in Miranda.

..You know, just having the title 'Miranda' leads to some pretty dodgy sentences.

Watched Inception last night and had a dream within a dream. Typical.

And actually, level 1 of my dream, was almost prophetic, basically it was just Sarah telling me I was supposed to be working, and hey presto, I am.

Oooh, that means I have to get rid of my new lovely nail polish. Drat.

Well now, this seems to be a natural end to this post. Well, as natural as it ever could be.

So, ta-ta for now? My chums? My chumettes? My chum-idly-umpkins?

Scratch that. Let's pretend it never happened. Ho ho - what fun.

THRUST!

Snow Is Falling, All Around Us, Children Playing, Having Fun.

2010-12-20T23:19:00.002Z

Yeah. I used Christmas song lyrics in my title. I'm all hipster and with it.

...I really don't want to be hipster and with it. I don't want to write a blog full of poetry and "knitting christmas hats with GlenGlen" and then some irritating little heart. Blegh.

I haven't posted a blog in a long time.. and I'm going to be honest with you here, I've actually been waiting for someone to comment on my previous two blog posts. But there has been none.. and it's been weeks now, and, and, and... *tear*

No I'm kidding.
...
*hides her christmas tissues*

We had a lovely roomie's dinner tonight. We had turkey with honey,soy,ginger and sesame dressing yummy yummy vegetables and really, it was just too yummy to describe. Which renders it useless for me to write about it but, oh well. Food so good that random women in the parish know that you live with a guy who makes such amazing food. True Story.

Now we're just sitting on the couch, all of us on our laptops, listening to christmas music, deciding whether or not to watch a movie and eat cheesecake.

Ah, we've decided. Cheesecakey movie it is.

Mmmmm.. cheesecake.

Blah blah blah boring blog post

PUBLISH!

Jewnicorn Shipping

2010-12-08T11:27:00.006Z

TAA DAA DA DAAAAA TAA TA DA DEE DA DA DADADA DA CAUSE GIRL YOU'RE AMAZING JUST THE WAY YOU ARE!

Sorry, I have no clue why that's stuck in my head.

I've been reading robin sparkles for the past 5 hours and I'm all hyped up on jewnicorn fic and I now have a MEGA crush on Jesse Eisenberg. Like YUM.

Really it's just a natural progression for my tv-culture addictive self to start reading fan fic, slash fic, but I never ever EVER thought it would be between Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield. But once you see the gay-love-so-beautiful-unicorns-and-rainbows-are-exploding-all-over-the-place it's very hard to unsee.

*does some very funky dancing*

I've been hibernating for the past day. Skipped college and everything. Shocking. Thank God D found Weetabix minis with chocolate and bought them for me because there was NO way I was getting out of bed to get food. Yes I really am that lazy. The biggest dilemma I have these days is when I'm thirsty but not arsed to get out of bed to go get some water.

But then that's all going to change today because it's Aife's birthday so we're going for hot toddies tonight and so I'm going to college all fancy looking. Well, pretty dress and army boots. But that's pretty fancy for me so it's gonna make a big heck of change from yesterday when I didn't get out of my pyjamas.

Apparently at the after party of the New York premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Daniel Radcliffe met Darren Criss he was like "OMG! You're Harry Potter!" and when 'Whip Your Hair' came on Emma Watson screamed "I DON'T HAVE ANY HAIR!"

...this may or may not have happened but I really like to think it did.

OH.MY.GOD.JESUS.AND.MUHAMMAD.IN.A.TOBOGAN.

This Kanye West and Nicki Minaj song samples 'Don't You Forget About Me' by the Simple Minds.

*dies*

I hope our water has been turned back on. Seriously, in a matter of 3 weeks Ireland has transformed into a different country. Bankrupt, transport stops because of snow, electricity cuts, water cuts, schools, colleges cancelled, events cancelled. Geezus!

Eeep! Robin Sparkles likes Nerimon! I was wondering if she did..

I love how people this side of the Atlantic are obsessed with America/Canada, their accents, the shows, the culture, and then people in America and Canada are obsessed with Britain, the British accents, the culture, the tv shows etc. Crazy ass stuff.

Not really.

Argh, I really should get up and start getting ready. Damn my laziness.

Oh, I did one of those 'facebook statuses of 2010' things just to LOL at how hilarious I am, (just sayin') so I'm gonna put it up here:

ah crap.

It uploads too small so you can barely read it.

Well, I'm hilarious. And I talk about my cat, gardening and disney a lot. Really am a pleasure to be friends with on facebook.

So instead, lets have a little "OHMYGOD I LOVE YOU JOSS WHEDON" moment.

*copy and paste fails*

or not.

Goddamn it I fail at life.

*sings loudly*

WHEN I SEE YOUR FAAAAAAAAAACCEE!!

..I don't even really like that song.

My life has been so full of happy at the moment! Just those moments when everything is right and your filled with a gushy warm feeling and you can't stop smiling! Even if it's something simple like going home for a day, making a snowman and going toboganning.. just awesome stuff. I mean, I hadn't been home in 6 days and my sister told me she missed me. Twice. And I missed her too. I am so gosh darn lucky to have an amazing sister who I love and is my best friend, and such an amazing home to return to. So many people feel the complete opposite of happy when they think of their home and family, and I am so grateful that I got the lovely end of the lollipop!

GEEZUS!

This Mariah Carey song is awful.

Well, I should go. Get ready, look purrty for tonight, BOOMF.

*flicks her non-existent fringe out of her face*

*Starts a fight with a chav*

BAM!

Ah, I'm just kidding. I'm not going anywhere yet! La la la la.. I'm in a real stream of consciousness mood right now. Boom! Look at me going all James Joyce on yo ass.

nom nom nom apple.

Now I'm looking at Mark Zuckerberg interview. This Jesse Eisenberg crush is going a little too far.

They are different people Kate. Different people.

OHMYGEEZUS MARK ZUCKERBERG NEVER BLINKS!

WHOAH! 100 million photos are uploaded to facebook everyday! mind=blown.

..I could pass Zuckerberg on the street and I would never know

ooooooh gurl there seems to be a fight going on between Google and Facebook HOW. EXCITING. IN. A. NERDY. WAY. *finger snap*

Okay, Zuckerberg's no.2 in charge is called Sandberg. WHAT'S WITH ALL THE BERGS?!

Hah, Zuckerberg took the whole Facebook company to see The Social Network on it's opening day. How weird would that be? I mean, every single tshirt Eisenberg wears in the movie, the socks, the sandals.. Zuckerberg wears. Mindfuck x 1000.

Oh. The Winklevoss (hee) twins are actually quite handsome. Hmmm.

And ohmygod they're repealling the settlement. Just LEAVE IT ALONE. YOU GOT $65 MILLION.

AND SWEET JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL THEY'RE ON FACEBOOK.

Lolz.

Apparently Zuckerberg has been going out with his girlfriend since before he created Facebook. That's a sweet deal for her. BOOM she's going out with a billionaire. Who has a movie created about him. Nice.

There's a lot of BOOMS and BAMS in this post eh? eh? Eh? EH? EEEHHHHH? *runs up to your face and stares at you eyeball to eyeball*

Zuckerberg is 26 years old. Same age as my sister. His company is worth between 35 - 50 billion dollars and his personal worth is 6.9 billion dollars.

My sister works as a Spa receptionist and can't afford to buy Christmas presents this year.

Dude. *shakes head*

So I looked up bamf in the urban dictionary (temporary mindblank) and most of the entries are about Neville Longbottom. This makes me so happy.

ZOMG! This photo made me laugh so hard I can hear Alex outside laughing at me. I need more of this photo in my life.

Argh I shoulda left 10 minutes ago and I still haven't updated my make-up to a 'night-time' look.

*frazzles with a vague hint of a vanilla scent*

BAMBOOMBAMF!

*walks slow motion-ey away from an exploding bridge and burning Nazis*

Witty Title About Snow

2010-11-29T11:28:00.003Z

I gots my snow boots a rockin, I have glorious hat hair and my face is ruddy red.. this can only mean one thing -

IT'S SNOWING!

Well.. it snowed. All weekend. It was a beautiful christmasy weekend. Friday night was the Late Late Toy Show, so freakin' popular it trended on twitter, then there was a storm & snow on Friday night so when I woke up on saturday morning there was a nice layer of snow covering the garden. Really nice powder snow too. However, the electricity, phone lines and internet were down,and we couldn't get up the driveway so I was kinda forced to do my essay on Anselm. Just as the house was getting dark and cold, the electricity came back, which was pretty sweet! Then saturday night it snowed even more and when I woke up Sunday morning (okay,you got me, Sunday afternoon) there was even MORE snow and it was even MORE beautiful then I could imagine!And the first thing I saw when I looked out the window was a little fat robin hopping about in piles of snow!

It was a glorious weekend, the sun was shining, the snow was[perfect, I had bought a little Santa hat for Perdi so I took pictures of her looknig adorable in the snow!

You will not believe HOW long this blog post is taking me to write, I seem to have picked a real dodgy keyboard in the arts block and this space key is just being grumpy and refusing to work on thefirstpress - see?

Had a bit a rushed tutorial this morning,my tutor literally flung our essays at us and then left,so I've been bumming around for 2 hours. I got a first,which is pretty sweet, considering it was a disaster of an essay, but I've heard he's a super easy marker.. so that's groovy. I'm gonna rock his little philosophy socks off with my next essay though, Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, oh yes.(His socks aren't the only items of clothing I would like to take off.. if you get my drift. Which I hope you do because it's pretty darn obvious.)

Nearly crashed twice on the way to the luas this morning. First time the whole car slide into a hedge, the second time, a car merged into our lane, not even right in front of us, but like, right into us.Luckily my dad pulled awaywith his mad driving skillz. Yup,that's right, skillz.

And then walking to college I nearly snotted myself numerous times, even though I am wearing my trusty snow boots. There was coffee everywhere from other people snotting themselves and spilling their morning cuppa. I felt like I was going to be the new dude-who-fell-on-rte-news.

Oh I should go!Lecture will start in 2 minutes!

Hope y'all are getting into the festive christmas mood!
*throws a mince pie in your face*

toodles!

Too School For Cool

2010-11-24T21:55:00.005Z

Oh my gosh.. excuse me while I die on the inside.

I'm watching the SWAC (that's Sonny With A Chance for all you noobs* out there) Holiday Special featuring Joe Jonas as a guest star and GAWD! The duet between him and Demi, back in the days of them being in love etc etc.. oh the meaningful looks, the smiles of two people in love, it makes me want to vomit cos its just so gosh darn cute.

*When I say noob, I really mean mature person with a life.

Anyway, so it's been a while since I've blogged, and I really love to say its because I've been doing really important stuff like studying for schols, writing essays, spending all my time in the library, saving children with one hand while cooking excellent soup with the other but really, no. I've spent the past week being a bum and living in bed. I think shocking is the word your looking for.

Crap. I was meant to go to bed like, an hour ago. I still haven't watched Glee or had a shower. Stupid laptop. Sucking me in with its evil distracting powers.

I saw Harry Potter. I thought it was pretty good, considering. Most people don't seem to understand the whole 'considering' part. I got accosted by a fan the other day who was like "How could you say it was amazing? I cried for 2 hours after because I thought it was so bad! They didn't do justice to the book at all!"
And I'm kinda like, when ever do films do the books their based on justice? Especially the Harry Potter ones? I wasn't expecting a perfect transfer from book to film, so I thought the film was pretty good, considering. Plus, it helps that Rupert Grint is looking very well in it..
Although the naked kissing scene and dance scene weren't really needed. Too much awkwardness. Hah, dance scene, sounds like Harry and Hermione broke out into a choreographed dance or something. Actually, that probably would've been marginally better. But only just.

God I'm so full of fingers. Chocolate fingers that is, you dirty minx!

I was in the library today and I thought I was actually going to die from starvation. I was so close to just running out of there, abandoning all my stuff and going to find the closest bag of popcorn and nom it all down. Managed to last another hour to jenny came back, then she confessed her starvation too so we went and got the student deal of a pizza for a fiver. Sweet. Or savoury if you will. *scoffs at how hilarious she is*

Even though I am too lazy to get out of bed to have a shower, I'm somehow in the mood to go out. Not to a club but to a party.. haven't had a good loud-music-pumping, scandal-a-go-go party in AGES.

It's all cause of this song, I'm quite obsessed at the moment;

...
Okay, so apparently I can't copy and paste anymore. Basic computer skill fail. Or fayul if you want to be all hip and cool and throw spelling out the window. Heck, with me, spelling was never in the window in the first place.

I wore pretty socks today. Just thought you might like to know that.

Shower time!

I just deleted a WILDLY inappropriate sentence, and you shall never know what it was! Mwa ha ha ha ha oh I'm so dastardly.

Now I have 'Catch that pigeon' stuck in my head. If anyone gets the reference I'll give them a prize. What's the prize I hear you ask?
..*mumbles* I dunno.. a beer mat holder or sumfing.

I took a cold shower because I am that shmad.

Words cannot describe how much I love Pink. And baby Pink! Yay! Whoop for Pink's sexy man friend! (Eh Sabrina?) ..I'm talking about the singer here, I don't randomly attach meaningful lives to colours. Although don't put it past me. (Purple is such a bitch)

Stupid Glee is taking ages to load for some reason, and it's like 12 already. Hmmm.. maybe I'll just watch it 2moro morning before I head to the library, while eating chocolate biscuits for breakfast. Yep, living away from home is awesome.

*Starts energetically singing along to 'Raise Your Glass'*

I think my new favourite sport is table-quizzing. We kinda pwned ass last night. The wonderful Sabrina, by the far the bestest quizmistress (oo-er) ever organised a table quiz and night out for the europa society, which I am not a part of, but still crashed the event and got 1ST PRIZE BITCHES! Pablo the Pinata and 4 bottles of wine are now ours. 10 out 1o on the Harry Potter round.. ooh yeah. That alone got us a free round. Also got a packet of gummy bears for knowing Sabrina's middle name. (Adelaide if y'allz are a wondering)

*collapses and starts panting like a pervert in a playground after her vigorous dancing*
..That wasn't a very nice image was it?

*shrugs* It's there now. I'm not bothered to think of anything else to put instead. Gawd the care and attention I show this blog of mine..

*pops open a bottle of expensive champagne and sprays it all over a dejected looking toupe*
...
*shrugs again*
*shoulders fall off from shrugging too much*
(Don't laugh - it's a real affliction kids!)
*does a snazzy toe dance and walks away laughing*

Hatin' On The Old Facebook Right Now

2010-11-16T22:08:00.002Z

I have no idea why I'm a hating on facebook right now.. it's just so, ugh. I wish I didn't have to have a status. Everything I say seems horrifically boring and cliched. And then when I did think of something to say, which was just asking about changing my profile picture to a Christmas themed one, Heber just goes and makes a twin towers joke and that really didn't improve the whole hating facebook situation.

AND to make internet feelings worse, my laptop has gone all funny and so now the internet page has gone all widescreen and it's creeping me out.

Aha! Fixed it.. it really wasn't that difficult. I mean... it was and, *guffaws* I AM SUPER COMPUTER-FIXING WOMAN!

*strides about the place in spandex*

*is generally disgusted by that image*

Argh.. the stress of having a shower.. Oh woe that is my life.
I've been lying in bed for the past 5 hours reading harry potter, catching up on my disney gossip and eating biscuits and now I must go have a shower and I'm so. not. bothered.

Which makes me sound like just a lovely hygienic person to be around, but you know what I'm talking about right? When your just too lazy to do anything? I mean, I've been thirsty for like the past hour and I haven't been bothered to get up and get a glass of water. I'm gonna die of laziness aren't I?

Right, this is it. I'm gonna get up and go take a shower. Oh wait.. I never turned the water on. *makes a noise like a strangled rabbit* I suppose I should go turn that on and see what my face looks like after my EPIC crying at the end of the last Harry Potter book. I swear, each time I read it I get more emotional. I think this was the first time I properly cried at Fred dying. I am going to be such a mess in the movies.

nom nom nom.. biscuit biscuit biscuits. I still haven't got the glass of water I wanted, even though I was standing in the kitchen for 10 minutes talking to Alex about food, glee and harry potter, all the important stuff in life basically, and OHMYGOD I HAVE A BOTTLE OF WATER IN MY BAG! *dives for her school bag and brings out the most beautiful bottle of water she has ever seen*

*gulps the water down and gives a satisfied sigh as if she was in an add for volvic*

*makes another sound like a strangled rabbit* Facebook, I know I have an unread message, and I would like to read it, BUT YOUR STUPID MESSAGE LIST THINGY WON'T GO AWAY! Geezus, this AINT puttin' ya in the good books here facebook!

I don't know why I'm talking to facebook like it's an actual person.

Oh noo.. I forgot to bring back my library books. Fined again.

IS SOMEONE BAKING?

Oh no wait, it's Alex's pizza. Smells yum.

I just found one of my sisters false eyelashes in my bed.

OHmyGOSH, quelle horror! So last night I came in from the pub at around 3, and I could hear Alex and his friend chattin away in the room next to me, grand I thought, i'll get ready for bed, so there I was, changing to get into my baggy shirt cos I stupidley forgot my pyjamas this week, did I spell stupidly wrong? Anyway, so I hear this knock from outside my window and a giggle, and my window looks onto a random tiny courtyard thingy which there is only a fire escape into, so I thought it was Alex and his friend being hyper and I was like "Morto, I'm changing, poor things probably didn't want to see that" and I had a few beers in me so I really wasn't that bothered, but then this morning I found out IT WASN'T ALEX! Some perv was outside my window while I was changing, and they knocked and did a seriously creepy high pitched giggle. I mean, tough on them, I was in tights and a bra and NOBODY deserves to see that! Like eurgh.. so I'm closing my blinds for good now. I thought our courtyard was private but obviously there's a perv living upstairs who goes on midnight fire escape wanderings.

Right, well I turned on the water for my shower like an hour ago, and I still have to go do that, then come back and watched an artsy street art film and paint my nails and I can still smell Kopperburg.. I think I have found a drink that is too sweet for me. Made me feel slightly ill last night. And today. But it was cured by a chicken and cheese roll and some harry potter. God, I really am the picture of womanly virtue and dignity.

*a period of time elapses*

So I had a.. general shower. It was neither bad or good. But when I got out and heard the wind howling around outside I ran back into my cosy bed and I'm back here all warm and safe, bliss!

You know what I don't get?

Okay, I'm actually just watching a clip of Nick Jonas saying the word 'beautiful' and then smiling over and over again.

Anyway, so what I don't get is why more of my friends don't read my blog. I mean, not in a pompous way or anything, but I just kinda think it provides a unique glimpse into my life, I mean, we're all busy these days with college, we don't get to spend as much time together as we used to do, and my blog is a real simple way to keep up with what I'm doing. Not that I do much, nor do I cover every aspect of my life in my blog, but you know, it's just a place a type and type away (as you probably regrettably know) and I just be me. These are my thoughts, my stream of consciousness, and I wish that all my friends had blogs too so I could read them and see what they're thinking, what they're up to, what they think about things and the such. And also, I love blogging. I mean, I didn't realise how much I would love it, but here I am, two and a half years later, still going strong, and even though this unedited, spelling/grammatical mistakes everywhere, most of the time doesn't make sense, blog of mine is something I'm quite passion about and really enjoy, and I don't have that many passions, ya know? Well not ones that I can share with others, not EVERYone can get past Miley's incredibly deep voice. Anyway, I mean, if one of my friends put themselves out there on the internet, or found something they really loved doing and I could participate in it with them, I would jump at that opportunity to be able to support them!

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, or moaning and being like "My friends are so unsupportive, they ignore me, they don't get me blah blah blah", no, that is not what I'm saying, I'm just saying that I would love the opportunity to be involved without a lot of effort, in something that keeps me in touch with my friend's lives, and that is something they love doing as well.

Which brings me along to my friends who DO read my blog, Catherine, Daire, Sabrina, you guys rule! I never really express my appreciation at the fact that you guys still read my blogs and put up with all this rambly random crap, and when you comment on the blog, or mention it to me, it makes my day!

Speaking of friends blogs and the such, Daire's tumblr page www.dairem.tumblr.com is pure amazing! He's totally suited to the whole tumblr thing cos it's just miniature posts of him being him and what he likes, which is basically pure awesome. Lot of purity going on there with my adjectives.. anyway! I adivse you to check it out, a lot of hilarious Buffy, Harry Potter and Dr.Who references and the such! His portrayal of the people who live upstairs still makes me laugh out loud!

"Exit Through The Gift Shop" is proving to be an awesome film, I mean, this dude wanted to make a documentary on Banksy the street artist, put Banksy, because he is so amazing, thought that the dude making the documentary was much more interesting than himself, and so turned the documentary around and made it on the other dude instead. Sweet.
However, it's taking a while to load, so let the stumbling begin!

I shall leave you now, you know, 2 years on and I still find it very hard to end a post in a fitting way. Usually with an explosive surprise is the best way, but maybe that has become to predictable?

*walks away in a very mundane and boring fashion*

*turns around, gives you a sneaky smile and throws toy snakes in your face*

Students Are Such A RIOT!

2010-11-06T18:27:00.003Z

I went to my first protest this week! How exciting is that? Hey, shut up, it's exciting for me okay?

30-40,000 Irish students hit the streets on Wednesday to protest the proposed cuts to the student grant and raise in the registration fee which would mean 1,000s students would have to leave college as they wouldn't be able to afford it.

We met up, we shouted a little bit, we got face paint, we walked, it rained, we walked some more, we walked down streets normally filled with traffic.. it was a fun day, but I was near the back of the march so I wasn't near the very fun part which was at the front where people started a riot. A BRITNEY SPEARS SEX RIOT!

Now really.. just a few people decided to have a sit-in in the Department of Finance but the Gardaí, bless their souls, they don't get much exciting action in Ireland they decided to go OTT and bring out the full riot gear, horses and dogs.

(Later edited note: Daire has pointed that there was a bit more object throwing and political infiltration than I had mentioned in this paragraph. Let us just say my lazy journalism was actually a well-planned lesson to teach you not to read everything you believe on the internet. Or believe everything you on read on the internet even. Yes. Now Daire's comment looks totally stupid because of the wonders of editing MWA HA!)

Irish students will take any opportunity to party and drink, there were club nights celebrating the protest, people drinking in the streets (some people were stealth and hid their cans in gloves while others were not so stealth and were openly pouring liquid from one water bottle to another water bottle which was SO not water) but the best was at one point reps for XX1s a horrifically disgusting and dodgy nightclub joined the march with signs saying "NO to Registration Fees, YES to 3 euro drinks and YES to free entry!" and underneath is said "Quote "clunge" at the door to get free-in." which was just priceless..

Actually it was the homemade placards that really made the day.. some people are hilarious. I made a list so I could share them all with you guys! Here we go.. list time again! WOOHOO! *makes party train noises* (whatever the hell party trains are..)

1."Isle of Saints and Scholars my arse!"

2."I can't afford a degree so I'm off to watch tv"

3. The most common placard was "Down with this sort of thing!"

4."Hide yo wives, hide yo children, hide an education cos they rapin everybody.." (viral video reference ftw!)

5."Careful now" was also quite a popular one.

6."On yer bike with the fees hike!"

7."I'll miss my mam if I emigrate"

8."W.W.O.P.D - What Would Optimus Prime Do?"

9. "LOUD NOISES"

10. "Fees are *drawing of a penis*"

12. "If we had €3,000 we'd have better signs"

13. The word "yup" with an arrow pointing to the sign beside it..

14. "I don't believe in anything, I'm just here for the violence"

15. My favourite one was just a simple drawing of an angry face.. it was so adorable!

16. "Legalise Marijuana"

17. "Less fees more wine"

18. "I have a sign"

19. "My common sense is tingling"

20."BEER"

21. "We can't afford a sign, we're broke.. p.s we robbed the marker."

22."Honk if you're horny!"

23. A simple a4 piece of paper with "Fuck fees! Wooo!" written on it in a slightly waster marker.

24. "We save 3 grand, you save... feck off."

25. "Raise the fees! (Reverse Physcology :D )

26. "Ah lads, cop on"

27. "Shove your fees up your gees"

There was one sign which read "You are really dumb, really really dumb, fo real" which made us want to actually pay for their education..

So hopefully the protest will work.. but Ireland is in a bit of a toilet at the moment.. and the politicians are just idiots.. they're big 'save-the-day' plan is to give cheese to the poor.. no joke, so that's what we're working with here.

Mmm.. dinner is ready! And the deer have finally stopped screaming so I can hear the tv, whoop, my saturday evening is set!

*hangs head in shame*

Reading week next week! Where I'm supposed to catch up on all the reading from the past couple of weeks.. however, I think I'm gonna read the final Harry Potter book again in preparation for the movie!

Toodles!

P.S - Did you notice there was no number 11?

P.P.S - you totally scrolled back up to check there is no number 11 didn't you? ..You didn't? You just accepted there was no number 11? Shame on you for being so lazy and accepting! You, you you EAR! (That's an arabic insult translated into English - not as effective as I hoped..)

P.P.P.S - So you've finally scrolled back up to check there really isn't a number 11? Wouldn't it have been hilarious if there was actually a number 11 and I had just fussed and insulted you over nothing? I wouldn't have done that.. that's way too clever yet unoriginal for me, I mean sheesh, it's not like it's done in EVERY single intelligently humorous email thingedy.

*Roars like a dinosaur*

*Smashes her way through the paper room she was living in while her detective uncle was trying to find out what really happened to her socialite parents who died in a mysterious car accident*

(turns out I ate them - mwa ha!)

Yay Happy Endings!

2010-11-01T23:01:00.002Z

*claps hands like an excited 4 year old*

I love happy endings.. in tv shows, not like, in thai massages or anything. I was watching Castle and the person they originally thought was the bad guy, who actually turned out to be the good guy, who had dedicated 3 years of his life to bringing down the super bad guy got to see the super bad guy be arrested and go home to his family with no reprocussions and everybody was standing around clapping and there was tears.. it was beautiful.

I have too many scrunchies in my life. 3 too many infact. I was drying one under the hand dryer in the bathroom today in college (water battle/bag combo disaster) and a girl was staring at me, not because I was drying a hair accessory under a public handdryer but because it was a scrunchie and she probably hadn't seen one since the 90s.

I googled a guy who I thought looked cute in a promo for a new disney show.. he was born in 1995. I'm a bad person. Although to be honest, he was very faraway in the promo and dancing in an odd way (that's why I was interested in him) so he really looked like Sterling Knight.
Oh Sterling Knight.. *swoons*

I saw an Exorcist today! Like a real life Catholic priest who preforms exorcisms! It was fascinating, I had so many questions but I never got the chance to ask them :( He kept talking about the devil when he was talking about possessions, but I don't know if he meant the actual devil or just demons.. he was well balanced, saying that over 85% of the people who come to him for exorcisms just need psychiatric help, but at the same time he was talking about how maybe Hitler was possessed and so are major pedophiles... paedophiles? Which one is it? Spell check says both are right! Damn you spell check.. always letting me down at the crucial moment.
But anyway, it was incredibly fascinating and I was surprised not many people went to the talk.. I mean, how often do you actually get to meet an exorcist? Saying that, I hope one day I get to talk to one face to face so I can ask my questions, because I didn't really feel like pouncing on the poor priest infront of an audience and ask him like, every single question ever about the process and meaning of exorcism etc etc.

My room is covered in clothes and bags and blankets. I've decided not to call it messy but a nice spread of cosy material to give the room a more homely feel. So you can flop down on the bed or the floor and it won't make a diffrence because they both have an equal measure of comfy material.

Ugh// so it's half 2 in the morning, and as you can see, I'm too tired to type properly, so I shall leave you. I have tagged and captioned nearly 100 photos and my mind is reeling. Reeling in big fish.

Sweet dreams and merry thoughts,
It's been a pleasure,
Stay classy,
Remember your beautiful.. OMG ERROR?!

Don't do this to me facebook!

Oh phew, my captions remained.

Anyway, night noo hqnny noo nqnnyt oh my typing hqw gon3 sideways..

goodnight
*collapses into not her messy room but her room full of comfy goodness*

Sweet Potato Mayhem

2010-10-28T20:43:00.005+01:00

*facepalm*

I'm half laughing and half crying.

I'm on the phone to my mother, who knew she had a sense of humour?

She and my dad are going on a motorbiking weekend away (first hint: motorbiking, my father is a serious man type dad. Motorbikes, DIY, He makes his own TOOLS for Miley Christ's sake..) and they have to dress up on Sunday night, as it is Halloween. My mother has been racking her head all week for outfit ideas. She thought up one great idea of going as a 1950's couple, she would wear an underskirt, little cardigan and pearls, that sort of thing, my dad would wear jeans, a white tshirt, his hair slicked back. I was like yes, this is a good idea. I like this.

Then apparently my FATHER, the manly man I introduced to you not a paragraph ago, doesn't like this idea.. and so instead THEY ARE DRESSING UP AS PYJAMA GIRLS.

Now, I immediately thought of the Bananas In Pyjamas, but my parents aren't as awesome as that. No, they are dressing up as the girls, from lets say.. more disadvantaged areas than others, who wander around public places in their pyjamas, baggy hoodys and uggs.

My father will be wearing girly pyjama bottoms, a baggy tshirt uggs AND A WIG.

My mind is reeling.

Right now my mother is on the way to Dunnes to buy my father a pair of Uggs. I SHOULDN'T BE SAYING THAT SENTENCE!

All his other motorbiking friends are going as doctors and wearing capes.. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all for my parents being funny and different, Yay them etc etc but I just never pictured my father going for that sort of thing. He's the strong silent type, you know? He has a moustache and doesn't look stupid. He drives big man cars, and quad bikes, has about 3 motorbikes, builds cabinets, fixes lights, cuts down trees with his own chainsaw, and when he's angry, whoah.. you don't want him angry. But it's okay, he's very rarely angry. And now he's wearing uggs and a wig? *shakes head*

Another costume idea was to go as Sonny and Cher, but my mom would be Sonny and my dad would be Cher. I think the word your looking for is 'Huh?'

The idea of my dad being so randomly out there with his costume choices is so alien to me.. It's like I never knew him! And the costumes are so politically incorrect... mind=blown on this one.

I just stabbed a sweet potato rather violently with a fork. I really hope it doesn't explode in the microwave. This is probably the most adventurous thing I've made. Ever.

Ooo.. I can hear odd hissing sounds. Lemme go check that out. *Approaches the microwave with caution* *opens the microwave door with a flourish* *looks dejectedly at a lumpy unnattractive potato sitting in the middle of the microwave being incredibly boring*

Ew. The potato is bubbling. Sweet potatoes are not attractive vegetables.

And I just cut the potato with a pizza cutter. We need to do some dishes in this place.

I'm having a supernatural quote off with Catherine on facebook. We're up to 15 comments and I bet Sabrina and Stephanie are really going to regret liking the first one, because they are going to get a notification of everytime Cat or I post a new quote.

Ah, sweet potato, mountains of creamcheese (extra light) and Glee, what could be better?

Oh great. Noisy roadworks.

Even better, Glee has been taken down from megavideo due to infringment.
Vureel it is then.

Grrr. I have to load it. Oh well, I need to catch up on my JB Latin America tour updates anyway.

Ugh.. too much sweet potato. Officially stuffed. Unofficially... I don't know. Insert something funny and witty and a little bit crazy here.
*gets shouted at about how I should be the one writing my blog* *cowers until breaking point and then explodes into a big flurry of confetti*

Oh god. Mr Shu. SCARLETT for him. He is such a child!
Although he does have rather nice muscles for a child.. hmmm. bad sentence.

OhMyGod, Finn is SO cute in those glasses!

Bleurgh.. I'm still so full from that sweet potato.

Some guy elbowed Stephanie in a club and then added her as a friend on facebook.. how hilarious is that?!

I really wanna sing and dance around to the Time Warp but I can't as there is actual people around.. because usually I'm surrounded by non-judgemental robots, as you do.

But everything is okie dokie because I'm having a WILD weekend this weekend.. starting Friday, I'm heading home early - mitching college (quelle surprise!) to go house sit and dog sit for the weekend so I'll have plenty of time to sing and dance around. And read lots of intellectual books, do my logic homework, learn lots of Arabic words and all that jazz. Just basically spending all my time being a bum and talking out loud to myself.
I really do have the most exciting Halloween weekend planned, Friday night the Wizards of Waverly Place Halloween special is on, and on Saturday.. A Jonas Brothers live chat!
..Who would believe I'm a 19 year old college student?

SQUASH! ...that's what sweet potatoes are called in America, right?

Great. Now I have miley cyrus's "Can't Be Tamed" stuck in my head. Trying to get to sleep is going to be torture.

*pretends she's a bird stuck in a cage like Miley but just ends up looking like a homeless woman and having the police called on her*

Sunday Afternoons

2010-10-24T18:51:00.003+01:00

My past few Sunday afternoons have been just gosh darn AWESOME.

Right now I'm sitting here with the fire on and the smell of stir fry wafting out from the kitchen (Yes I know, not very sunday-dinner-esque) and some lovely sunday music playing.

What is lovely Sunday music you ask? Well, tis a bit of the John Williams' "Saving Private Ryan" score, and some Ára bátur by Sigur Ros. Perfect for brisk wintery sunday afternoons out in nature. Which is exactly how I spent my last 3 Sunday afternoons.

Last week and this week, my mom and I have gone for walks on Djouce with Perdi. We put on some thick wooly socks, hats, scarves, gloves, stuck on some hiking boots and away we went. *deletes a sentence full of boring information that you really don't need to know about* *realises that most of her blog is actually information you really don't need to know about* *shrugs and continues on* Djouce is my favourite type of walking scenery, it's all very curved mountains, large expanse of sky, dark connifers, brown crunchy pine needles underneath and brown heather and gorse for miles. This means that most of the walk is uphill, and at the climax (oo-er) of our climb up Djouce mountain, I thought I was actually going to die. And it was made only worse by the fact Perdi, the little springy boarder terrier that she is, was just running up and down in front of us, and every so often would pause and look back at us as if she was saying "Come on guys! Hurry up you slowpokes!" then she would race on again as we were left breathing so hard we sounded like we were giving birth to fully formed 8 year old twins at the same time.

It was totally worth it when we got to the top. We thought we would have it to ourselves, because from the steep incline coming up to it it looked deserted but then when we finally got to the top, there was about 40 Italian kids wandering around leaving their rubbish everywhere. But the views were INCREDIBLE! If I was an amazing blogger and totally dedicated and everything I would've taken photos to upload here, but I'm not so I don't. I instead will describe them to you in mouth watering detail.

So imagine the bright blue sky, clear of any clouds, the powerful and sharp wind blowing across your unbearably hot face, an undoubtedly unnattractive shade of red fit for a beetroot, and everywhere you look, you can see for MILES. To your right you can see out to the deceiving blue sea with white dots of sail boats scattered across, the rolling fields of wicklow farms neatly squared off with hedge borders, large expanses of deep green forests, to the north, the expansive suburban sprawl of Dublin, looking more to the south you see glistening lakes laid out like puddles, more fields broken by subtle swells of hills, which continues on until you reach the view to your left hand side, smooth curves of rounded hills dropping at incredible angles, covered entirely with brown heather and gorse, not a tree, rock or lost sheep breaking the beauty of an entirely wild location. There's something so freeing as watching the flight of birds as they soar beneath you in the valleys that surround you.

*shivers in delight as she listens to Empty Chairs And Empty Tables*

I'm slightly obsessed mountains. And trees. I go a little stir crazy if there are no mountains or trees. Went to Connemara once, was edgy for two days till I realised that there are no trees there. Loads of mountains, and that's good by me, but no trees. And it's just wrong and weird. Going through the middle of Ireland also fills me with despair. It's just so flat. I couldn't live there.

Anyway, so after the highlight of the walk, which is always the walk back downhill, we went into Bray, my mom needed noodles, and came back came back from the supermarket with noodles, milk, chocolate biscuits, scones and a bag of chipper chips. So we promptly undid all the good work we did by climbing up the mountain by devouring a bag of greasy, salty chipper chips. And it was goooood. Good with the exaggerated 'oooo'.

We came back home, I sat in front of the fire, read totally irrelevant things that I don't need to be reading when I should be reading everything else. And a little while later, here I am!

A very interesting catch up in the life of Kate on a Sunday eh?

I wish I could say I was doing totally interesting things on a Sunday, combating incredibly hangovers from epic nights I had the night before, teaching disadvantaged kids how to grow money from just bottle caps, fighting dragons, saving entire species of animals near extinction, going to rave brunches in New York (they're the new thing apparently) but no.. I go for walks with my mom and admire scenery. I'm like a 50 year old flamboyant-but-has-yet-to-come-out-of-the-closet-man-who-still-lives-with-his-mother-...-there-are-so-many-of-these-'dash'-things-that-I'm-getting-a-little-confused-and-I-think-the-space-bar-is-getting-jealous-How-do-you-like-it-now-space-bar-?-Huh-?-HUH-?-*awkward-pause*-Sorry-I-think-this-dash-button-thing-is-a-little-trigger-happy-or-something-*sounds-of-a-scuffle*

AHA!

I broke free from it's strangely tight hold it had on me.

I googled 'bing' today. Search engine fail on my half.

Half or behalf? ..Hmmm.

I should have an interesting week this week. I'm doing a two day orientation training for the Ritz, which should be fun. We get a tour of the Presidential suite and everything :D Basically I'll be looking at the types of rooms and learning about the type of service I should expect when I'm rich and famous.

I can dream right?

Actually, I don't even want to be famous. Well no.. it would be nice to be well known for what you're good at. But that's one of the fundamental drives in every human being. So there's no denying that. But to be rich, that would be nice. If I was rich, I would take what I needed to live comfortably, and then give the rest to charity. I know everybody says that, but I like to think I actually would. And I understand right now I am living far beyond comfortably, but I can't really go and sell my parents house now can I? And I want to save up for future life experiences, but once I've had those, and I have financial security, well then.

God I'm just blabbering on and on aren't I?

I'm reading over most of this and I just want to slap myself in the face.

I just did one of those "Which words do you use post in your facebook posts?" type things and it turns out I have used the word 'Murphy' the most at 11 times and then 'Daire' coming second at 7 times. Which is nice. I don't know why I use his second name more often than his first though.

And then the list descends from most to least use like this:

Music

Love

Found

Catherine

Watching

Facebook

Night

Kennedy

Stephanie

Cat

Life

Last

Trinity

Christmas

After

Awesome

Disney

Again

Something

Hour

Omg

Let

Heather

Hannah

Which is quite an interesting list. Basically I talk about my friends a lot. i.e Kate = no life.

I wish I could read all my old posts. I had some heck of a few funny ones back in the days. Not to blow my own horn or anything..

This post is uber long isn't it? With quite a bit of writing, I'm surprised if you're still with me right now. I've just been prattling on and on and on about boring stuff in a totally boring and inane tone of voice. No crazy absurd moments, distortion of reality, creation of trying-to-be-funny moments (that damn dash key is trying to sneak his way back in again) nothing amusing, nothing to look back on and be all "ah, I was crazy". I feel a little like a Jonas Brother right now. (It makes sense in my head, and if you're a die-hard Jonas fan, you'd probably understand, wait, no you wouldn't, because I haven't actually expressed what I'm thinking, so even if you know what Jonas phenomenon I'm referencing, I haven't actually expressed what I'm relating it to so.. nevermind)

Very long paragraphs eh?

I wanted to exfoliate my face this morning so I searched in the bathroom cabinet and aha! Found what looked like exfoliating scrub, I put it on my face and realised it smelled like peppermint. My face smelt like peppermint, and yep, you guessed it, I had put pedi scrub on my face. My face smelt like a foot. My life is Mean Girls.

SOMEONE ANSWER THE PHONE!

It's never for me, so why should I answer it?

Wow I sound unloved.

Not as unloved as YOUR MOTHER!

Whoah, where did that come from? I'm sure your mother is very well loved.. very well loved indeed *pervy smile*

I'm so sorry.. no I'm not. Yes I am. No I'm not, wait, YES I AM! I am sorry for offending your mother, and your family's honour and all that jazz. That was never the intention of this blog. Or maybe it was, maybe for the past 2 years I've been lulling you into a false sense of security, so just at the critical moment, when your feeling sad and a little bit blue, you come to my blog and BAM! I've offended you, your mother, your father, your family pet, that drunken uncle you've never really liked, that second cousin you never realised you were related to.. This sounds like a dodgy family situation right here.

Oh! Finale of Love/Hate is on in 5 minutes. I need to go find some chocolate, a blanket and oh wait, I have to go rub my sister's shoulders. I am wearing her shirt, and tshirt. And she did work like 9 hours standing at an information desk all day. Ooh! And she's gonna give me sweets!

Mush Dash, a hasty ending for a long and weary post, its poetic justice or something like that. I dunno, what, do I look like I study English or something? *guffaws*

...I wish I did. *frowns*

*howls to the moon and does a little jig*

...Ha. Mush Dash. Oh the LOLZ that I am.

It's Been A While, I Know. Yes That's Right, Cry In Relief Cos I'm Back. This Is A Terrible Title. Cry Because This Is A Terrible Title. Just Cry.

2010-10-20T20:47:00.005+01:00

I have been off living my life. I've been too busy to write. And by busy I mean lying in bed watching Castle episodes, doing no work, both of the college kind and of the waitressing kind, and cleaning the apartment.

Right now I'm looking through all my photos to find ones that I would like to print out and stick on my wall. Very worthwhile.

What? I could be using this time to catch up on college work? Start an essay? Prepare for schols? Organise my life? At least watch a worthwhile movie? Pish!

That is not how I role. Some Einaudi, a slight headache and thousands of photographs, THAT'S my definition of a fun Wednesday night.

I might even upload a few oldies from Bebo. Oooooooh hold on to your hats, Kate is going wild this evening!

Looking at all these pictures I can't help but think how much I love my friends! Aided by the fact I'm listening to evocative classical music. Evocative as in 'evokes emotion' not as in 'arousing' or whatever, you sicko. Seriously, I try and use some new and intelligent words and here you go making them all seedy. No wonder I stick with my usual "LOL", "Awesome" and ":D"

Just made my very first facebook funny page! Yay! I'll link ya!

Click HERE for some general LOLz about Seals and our friend Simon :D

Argh I can't do PCs! With a Mac, I'm fine and dandy. But transferring photos FROM my laptop TO a camera is proving impossible.

Ah, Daire saved the day. Again.

Hullo, I seem to be rocking the Demi tunes once more. Sweet.

OH MY GOD I WOULD KILL FOR SOME SARDINE PASTE RIGHT NOW!

It sounds disgusting, but it is actually amazing. I don't even like sardines but spread some sardine paste on fresh bread and I'll be your best friend for ever. Well, you would actually have to give it to me or else we will be both just be standing there in a state of non-friendship, you would be holding bread and sardine paste, I'll be silently looking at you enviously and it would all be very awkward.

I'm starving for something savoury but I don't have anything. Well, I have tuna fish, but that's not going to live up to my craving for sardines. Oh my god I'm such a weirdo.. the craving isn't over though. *cheeky grin*

So a guy in my theology class asked me out the other day. Bless him, it was adorable actually, we were playing hangman during class and his words were 'wanna go get coffee?' which was so sweet I had to say yes. What was my hangman reply I hear you ask? "Xenophanes". Well, I wanted to keep it educational..

Anyway so we grabbed coffee and then he asked me to be his girlfriend even though we barely know each other. And I had to decline that offer.. You know, see how we are as friends first and all that. But it's nice to have a friend. But I told him about my Disney obsession so I think it's probably safe to say he's realised how immature I am and has gone right off me.

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Well I was writing that last night and then my laptop got all funky and slowed down so I gave up on it and now I'm back like that damn chlamydia you can't get rid of. *grins*

I had an amazing morning this morning. I slept for 2 hours longer than I was meant to, checked twitter, saw that Demi has dyed hair dark again (phew! - now all I need is the fringe back and we're good to go!) and that.. CHELSEA STAUB REPLIED TO MY TWEET!

I tweeted that I had a dream where she was hosting a reality tv show which aimed to find the next Jesus Christ and she replied "holy wow!" I full on DIED. I was doing a silent scream in bed cause I wasn't sure if D and Alex were home or not, and then when I checked they were infact gone and I was the only one in the apartment, I screamed. I mean, Chelsea Staub, she has like over 300,000 followers, she's in JONAS, she's kissed Joe Jonas TWICE, actually dated him, has dated Steven McQueen from Vampire Diaries, she's in two of my favourite Disney films, Minutemen and Starstruck AND She's in Bratz the movie! (Remember that?!)

WTF is Joe wearing?! Hello Captain! :D

Yeah, so that gave me a good buzz for the day. I did some college work, I think I've decided on study Kierkegaard for the philosophy schols and now I am going to watch a worthwhile movie! It's called 'Twelve2 and it's a typical indie-drug-dealer-in-New-York film but I read the book and loved it, a serious twist at the end that's completely shocking and made me gasp very loudly on a public bus.

Anyway, I think I might go eat some noodles.

*comes up with two very good astrix thingedys but they're both inappropriate for ending a blog*

*thinks with her thinking face on for a good ten minutes*

*sighs, shrugs and waves*

Rubbing Dead Fish In People's Faces

2010-10-11T22:47:00.003+01:00

Life has been pretty good recently. You know, busy, but good? Why am I questioning that?

*shakes head*

Anyway, College life is picking up, I volunteered for Saint Vincent De Paul and I should be starting to help at a homework club soon (at the moment it's clashing with a philosophy tutorial) and then help with soup runs for homeless people in Dublin city centre and help redecorate flats for elderly people. And I also talked to a few new people in my theology classes - Yay feel-goodness! *Eats some yogurt*

The pinacle of it all was the really happy weekend I had. It all started Friday when Jenny stayed over Thursday night and in the morning we got yummy yummy bread and watched Supernatural. Then we headed into college, I got some good news about something I really wanted to do, then I went home, watched Camp Rock 2 again, ate pizza, watched the first couple episodes of the new season of Hannah Montana - bliss! Spent Saturday chilling, then went to work and had a good night. It was a lovely wedding and we had a lot of fun, a new guy who is awesome, some car "borrowing" and hiding, learning Hungarian swear words, all very snazzy jazzy fun! But it was how I spent Sunday that was the cream on top.. or whatever the phrase is :D

After a lovely sleep after work I went back up to Powerscourt house to hang with my best buds D and H, have a walk around and have a picnic. It was a lovely romantically autumnal day, very misty but not too cold. The gardens kinda looked like this but not. --->

We wandered around, chatting about all kinds of stuff like we always do. We stopped and had our picnic and Hannah brought bubbles so we were blowing bubbles and laughing at the words 'stinky' and 'smelly', you know, what usual 19 year olds do on the weekend and when it was my turn to blow the bubbles I couldn't do it properly because I was laughing so much because I was so happy.

Then after we walked home, my mom had made scones, brownies and chocolate rice krispie cakes and had put on the fire. So I made some hot chocolate and we went into the study and relaxed into the arm chairs and sofas, with the fire blazing, drank our hot chocolate, ate brownies and read the Sunday magazines.. it was perfect! Then when they left Sarah and I watched Supernatural, the finale of Jonas L.A and War/Hate - Mmmmm Robert Sheehan! (The middle one obviously ----> )

*sighes* It was such a wonderful weekend! And although I made a bit of a mess with my timetable this morning and sat through a completely wrong tutorial, I'm pretty sure this week is going to go well too :D

Is it annoying when I rant about how happy I am? I really don't want it be all in yo face like some crazy ass girl being all "Look at me! I'm happy! I win! You lose!" and rubbing it in your face like a dead fish. Because all I do all day is going around rubbing dead fish in people's faces. It's therapeutic. But seriously, the very last thing I want to do is annoy people with my happiness. That is not the point of this blog at all.

I should have a shower. I should've had a shower 2 hours ago. I shouldn't even be on the internet. I should be reading intellectual books and painting my nails autumnal colours. AND studying for my arabic test. Because he is going to take up our answers, correct them and then read the results out to the class - eeep!

Hmmm... maybe I'll have a shower 2moro when I get home from college. I only have two lectures. Ack, but I'm going out 2moro night and I need to have my hair have that "I-slept-with-my-hair-wet" look.

OH NO WAIT! I don't have arabic 2moro.. oh phew, crisis averted. I have another day to study for the test. Even though it is only 5 words. Still.

Why do I have Cheryl Cole stuck in my head? I need to remedy this. Bitta Sleigh Bells yeah? I head the first 30 seconds of their song "Infinity Guitars" and I was just like "I NEED MORE SLEIGH BELLS IN MY LIFE!!" and then I danced around the room and pretended I was hip.

I love it and hate it when my mom does my shopping for me. I love it because she buys me all this nice yummy food, but I hate it because then I just eat it all in like, 2 days. Then spend the rest of the week off tuna fish and dry cereal. But this week it's different, I have fresh fruit, fresh fruit juice, honey and porridge, eggs, tuna fish, baked beans, and I did have a packet of awesomely super yummy biscuits but I ate them all. *frowns*

Whelp, D is out of the shower, and I really should go get ready for mine. Hopefully the spider isn't there anymore. I don't mind spiders but I don't like the idea of drowning one. Hoovering them is okay though. OHMYGOD I'M A MONSTER!

Oooh! I have new pyjamas! Oh this makes me so happy.. It's the simple things in life that pleases me. AND the top is adorably cute in an incredibly unnattractive way. Sweet. You KNOW I'm gonna get some hot action in this unfitted baggy fuzzy pink pyjama top. Hot.

You know what's a funny word? Higgeldy Piggeldy.

*does the perculator to Hungarian classical music*

Apartment Blogging

2010-10-01T18:45:00.002+01:00

I'm sitting here at our kitchen table writing this on our brilliantly super-fast internet and it is AMAZING.

I would go into details about our apartment but Daire did all that here so I have no need. He has photos and everything. Very organised. You know I don't do organised. I my make-up in bed this morning and left the apartment half an hour later than I should've. THAT'S special.

I would also like to point out that while Daire and Alex made super nice looking meals consisting of beef and stirf fry and hoi sin sauces etc etc, I had a bowel of cereal for dinner. I don't even have any milk for it. I might have a bowel of baked beans. Oooh the excitement of my Friday evenings.

Actually, I am going to the pav to hang with my peeps. Cos I got my peeps and all. Cos I'm a peep-gal. Wait, that sounds slightly perverted.

Hah, Daire said "I'm excited for Harry".
He is.

Oh gosh.. *wipes the tears away from her eyes* *fixes her eyeliner*
I just dropped a bean on the couch. Just one single bean. And it made so much noise. It was hilarious.. I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. Now I sound like an idiot, but seriously, Daire was laughing too, it was just such a loud noise for such a little baked bean.

Alex is being all cultural and watching incredibly cool high fashion videos on the internet and I'm just watching a couple of guys get stoned and eat cake. Once again, I am inferior.

However, I am learning Arabic, and it is AWESOME. So I win that round. Arabic pwns all.

Hmmm.. I should get ready to head off to do some pav-in. No not paving. Although don't put it past me.

Go out there and jump in a big pile of leaves!
*fluctuates like a mofo*
*gangsta hand gesture*

Toodles!

Lazy Winter Sunday Afternoons

2010-09-26T18:39:00.004+01:00

I've had the most wonderful day. I was working last night til 5 and it was a randomly tiring and slow-going night so today I slept in till 1 o'clock, interrupted a few times by our incredibly needy dog, and then when I woke up properly, I had the house to myself so I had a sexual sandwich, a fanta exotic and watched Hannah Montana and Wizards Of Waverly Place for hours. Brilliant. I desperately want to go back in time and do it all over again. I then watched Up and ate poptarts and had Chocolate Banoffee Pie hot chocolate. Just. Pure. Wow. T'was a beautiful sunday evening. A perfect way to spend my last day before college starts. Which is something I really should be getting ready for but I'm too relaxed. Wow, this is a really long and blocky paragraph.

When I stood outside, wrapped in a huge fuzzy blanket while watching Perdi run around playing with Ozzy the dog outside I noticed how cold it was. Not necessarily an extreme cold, but more the fact that there was a chill in the air. The (very little) warmth that exists in an Irish summer has left and is now replaced with a distinct absence of warmth that is verging on cold.

Only a few days ago I was standing in the grass, barefoot, soaking up the summer sun and warmth and watching the last of the dragonflies fly lazily around and for the first time I knew I really was going to miss the summer. Most years, by the end of summer I'm done with it, I can love it, leave it, and look forward to a much more younger and perkier autumn, but this year it was slightly different. I enjoyed the sun and the blue sky and green trees more and so I am going to miss them twofold. If that's right. Which it probably isn't. I'm still saying heck yeah to autumn though! Autumnal colours ftw!

*frolics in leaves*

*frowns when her mother has a heartattack over the amount of leaves everywhere and tells her to go pick them up*

I've made a concious decisions to appreciate everything more. So I don't regret it when it's gone. So this is me appreciating life, being young, being healthy, my friends, the good times we have together, laughing with them, having the opportunity to go to a brilliant college, to study something that I love. I appreciate being employed by one of the best hotel chains in the world, I appreciate my family, having both my mother and father here at home, my sister, having somebody who gets me, having a wonderful dog who is loving and caring and will let you hug her till the cows come home. I appreciate my house, just the fact that I have a house, and then on top of that, having such a wonderful house, in a place that still continues to wow me with it's beauty even though I've been living here for 19 years. I appreciate the fact that nothing in my life is troubling at the moment. I have no pressing issues or worries, I am confident and secure in my life. I appreciate being able to see, to be able to hear, to being able to walk. I appreciate my thumbs.

Hmmm.. maybe I should've done that paragraph in list format. Oh well. If you hear any crotchedy old people arguing that young people don't appreciate things enough, show 'em that paragraph and tell 'em to put in their pipes and shmoke it!

Oooh! I know, to celebrate the beginning of Autumn, I'll make this in colouredy autumn-themed writing! Yay!! *general applause*

Well, I should go have a shower so I can look attractive for college tommorrow (important) , go organise my clothes so I can look all hip and cool for college tommorrow (very important) and go find some notebooks and pens so I can go learn stuff in college tommorrow (not so important).

*Dances like a donkey with Parkinsons*

Toodles!

200th POST!

2010-09-20T16:52:00.005+01:00

*you pull up to a raging party held at a super cool location with fireworks and paparazzi*

Welcome to the 200th post PARTAY!

You know it's going to be a good pretend-party blog when it's 5 o'clock in the afternoon and I'm still in my pyjamas.

*puts on orange lipstick and gives you a good lip-smack on your cheek*

I was just going to write a hum-drum boring blog post but when I saw this was going to be my 200th post I thought "Holy smokes! Feck the hum-drum, let's just go with the boring!"

Honestly. That's exactly what I thought. I didn't change it for literary humour's sake.

Whoever literary humour is.

The reason why I'm still in my pyjamas is because I've had an exhausting weekend and I need to recover. Started off Friday with a 12 hour shift in the Ritz, in bed by 4:30am. Up at 9 to go to the vets to say goodbye to my cat who was then put down. I would write more but it's still a little fresh. Then I had to go back to the Ritz for a 13 hour shift, no break. Got to bed at 6:30 and the sun was coming up. Awake at 8 to go to an 8 hour shift in Dunnes. Was my last day though. And today? I slept, and watched Camp Rock 2 for the 3rd time and ate biscuits and cereal.

Did earn over 300 euro this weekend. I wish I could figure out how to get the euro sign on my laptop.

*tells an over-exaggerated story about that one time in Budapest with the flamingo and a dodgy hot fudge sundae*

Mmm.. right now I'm enjoying the heck out of my duvet. You know when your alarm goes off early in the morning and your like "Sweet nibblets, why don't I appreciate my bed more often?" (not in the dirty way) But now I am savouring the toasty warmthness of my duvet and the comforts of my pillows and it feels good.

Fancy Canape anyone?

So I hope you're glad too see the colouredy writing back again.. it misses you guys when its just sitting in my toolbar. I hope you miss it too or else I'll advise them to move on from your relationship and find some better fans out there. It deserves better.

Check out the labels for this post. They just randomly appeared. Took me a while to realise their labels from a post I did a long long long while back. Like one of the few I ever labeled.

*sticks on a Taylor Swift song*

YUS! My sister is making a proper dinner tonight. You know my mom is away when you have to literally hunt for food in the freezer, I'm talking full on digging at the bottom with your legs waving around in the air while you search for some illusive chicken fajitas. I have a big stand alone freezer btw, not a magical one at the top of the fridge that sucks you in. I was seriously considering having Ben and Jerrys for lunch. Should've actually. I do have the potential to sit down and watch Camp Rock 2 for the fourth time and eat a whole tub of Ben and Jerrys. It's just one of those days, ya know?

KEY CHANGE!
*happily throws up her hands in an exuberant gesture*

Hah, my facebook chat has gone crazy and keeps making new 'new message' noise and it sounds like my laptop is popping popcorn.

OHMYGOD!
...I've missed student promotions this summer. Sambuca shot for 3 euro. Double Vodka and Dash for 6 euro 50. NICE. I am SO excited to go back to college! Nights out.. lazy mornings in.. Fun times! Especially in our new apartment. Although right now I am in hate with UPC because of their lack of stating how much the installation fee is for internet.
*shakes fist in a gesture of annoyance somewhere in Craig Doyles direction*
*understands that Craig Doyle only advertises for UPC and is infact not responsible for it*

Picture time!

"The Gun Show is THIS WAY."

Oooh! And Les Mis will be shown in cinemas so expect to be dragged to it by me!

*crappy wedding band starts to play crappy corny wedding songs*

*we all dance like drunk 40 year olds*

(It's the only way to dance)

As you may have guessed from the past few sentences, my laptop has gone funny so I can't just skip to the next line. On the plus side, I have gotten it to translate things into arabic. Course I can't read arabic yet so.. maybe I'll choose another language. Keep my french up or something.

Well.. the bar has closed. The band has stopped playing. Your ears have stopped bleeding. The lights have come on and the staff have started to clear glasses, giving us secret daggers so we'll leave (I know that feeling oh so well)

Let us stumble together towards another bar, another party, another 200 posts, to enjoy our time, being young, having the world at our feet, and our inevitable hangover day tomorrow morning.

*stands amongst a pile of fallen streamers and balloons and smiles to herself*

*realizes this is a very beautiful and poetic moment*

*belches*

*ruins the moment*

You know.. with the byes that are good an all.

Enjoy!

*bangs a drum and marches off into the night*

vhjhsdjofk

2010-09-14T16:01:00.002+01:00

Eurgh...

..that was an attractive noise to start off with eh? I've had an itch to write for ages but I've got this iffy post about celebrity look-a-likes in drafts that I should finish, but it's just too bleh. And I should write about moving out etc etc but I'm just not in the mood for structure right now. I just want to ramble.

I've had the longest week of my life. I've been working for nearly 2 weeks straight. I think. I can't really remember. But I'm quitting Dunnes Stores today. I have my resignation form signed and I told them I can't do saturday and friday and they seemed unusually okay with it. (Magda is so scary!)

I was going to bitch and moan about my minor average stuff, but then I saw how much I got paid for last week, so I'm happy again :D

What I earned in the past 2 weeks has totally surpassed what I earned and saved for the past 3 months. Dude.

I have the next two days off.. which I'm ridiculously excited for. Cos D & Alex will be in college, I should have the apartment to myself, and I'm gonna spend some quality time there, playing Daire's expansive collection of wii and xbox games, and just generally chillin'. Maybe doing some shopping. Oooh! And making myself dinner. I haven't made myself dinner yet. Exciting!

Argh. I'm so. not. bothered. to do stuff. Watch Jonas Brothers videos, read Scott Pilgrim, that I can do. Bring my bowl downstairs, start getting ready for work, that's a negative. And I went for a walk and everything! I should be bursting with energy! But I'm not.

Think it was cos I had to get up early this morning to bring the cat to the vet. He's super sick, has diabetes, his kidneys are seriously messed up and there's a 50/50 chance he'll survive or not. So whoop on that front. But yeah.. on to more happier things!

I got my timetable for college! My earliest lecture is at 11.. pretty damn sweet I get to lie in on most mornings. But I don't finish college till 7 most evenings. Which isn't too great. But I am SO excited to start philosophical and theologica approaches to God and Arabic, ooh! And Philosophy of Science, because so far that's my favourite area of philosophy. Plus it would be nice to be able to study some of the stuff D and Alex are doing!

Must dash! Awfully late for work!

Tum ta rah!
(whatever that means)

To Publish Or Not To Publish? Oh The Hard Decisions..

2010-08-29T14:15:00.003+01:00

Meh.. I don't really want to write a post. This may end up being shockingly bad or most likely in drafts, crying alone because it's unpublished. Who knows. That's the excitement of life. *waves a minature flag*

I was going to write about my training for Dunnes Stores but.. I'm not really bothered anymore. I had entertaining tales of Nazi-Trolls who were security men and somehow kind of attractive, words being mispronounced and a witty joke about manual-handling (I'd handle his man-ual.) Yes yes yes, the world of literature is wounded because of my lazyness, I understand.

I should really go for a walk. It's a nice day out, I'm gonna be sitting on my ass for 4 hours later on.. I should go get some exercise, some fresh air. Listen to some nice sunday music. It's just the motivation to actually go change my socks and put on my shoes. I don't have it.

I think I'll go look at Jonas Brothers wallpapers instead.

Aw, somebody just called me pretty. Well, 'prettier than anticipated'. Which is nice. Oh and now they've asked me if I have lost weight.. here is the awkward moment when I say that it is an oldish photo..

Oh yay! Interview with Nick J I've never seen before.. this makes me happy :D

Oh god, I really am such a girl. Being called pretty and interviews with Nick Jonas makes me happy. Although I did watch Die Hard 3 today and seriously enjoyed it. I do love a bit of violence in the morning. Only the 4th one to go then I've watched them all. I don't know what Aife was talking about, they are amazing movies.

Oooh fingers crossed I still remember my tagalog lessons!

Oh. The phillipines Hostage situation.. that's a sad story.

Oh, better finish this interview then go for a walk then get ready for work. Express tills FTW.

I've meaning "Oh"-ing a lot haven't I? I wonder if I'll publish this post? I suppose I will.. it's not like I've ever only published 100% amazing posts to this blog. I have my other blog for that. No, I'm kidding. Posting proper, edited, well-written posts is just not my thing, ever. It's almost like lying, ya know? If you edit your thoughts and express them in beautiful flowery prose, your not really expressing them properly,

OHMYGOD how is the cat back in the house?! I put him out! ..his damn miaowing.

Anyway, It's all breezy on the heezy fo sheezy and all that jazz.
K outie.
*drives away in a 90s convertible, but like, TOTALLY pauses at a stop sign*

The One Where Kate Missuses Astrixs (the punctuation,not the cartoon character - you dirty minx!)

2010-08-25T20:58:00.005+01:00

YES! Nick Jonas likes cheese.

You see, in his song 'Introducing Me' from Camp Rock 2, he sings that he only likes cheese on pizza and homemade casa dias (sp?!?!) and it worried me, scarily enough.. but he's just said on live chat how he differs from the song is that he actually likes cool cars, and cheese. PHEW!

*lets out a huge sigh of relief*

Loser alert time.. I know the alarm already sounded by me mentioning how relieved I am Nick J likes cheese, but.. I tweeted a question to Nick. It was about the moon looking a toenail. It makes sense. I swear.

So I'm relaxing on my bed, listening to the Jo Bros wittering on, typing to you guys, resting my work weary feet. Yes you read right, work weary. I Kate Leckie, after a dry summer of doing nothing, I am finally working again! And it's... great!

Oh, Kev just went a little ott about fans being paparazzi and asking rude questions. I saw a video of a fan asking a rude question. It was a girl asking Nick what was the worst thing about dating Selena. He just smiled.

Hah, now they're talking about their bad grammar on twitter. Kevin is all "sometimes phones just mess up" but he has to face it.. he has bad grammar.

Oooh apparently they have a double rainbow on the screen in one of their sets because they love the viral video so much. Sweet.

Oh no. Now they're talking about Leonardo DiCrapio, sorry, I mean DiCaprio, and what a good actor he is, which they realised after seeing Inception, and Kevin is all "Well yeah, he's always been an amazing actor, I mean... *pauses**Kate expects some old-school good Leo movies* .... Titanic? That's a good movie."

*facepalm*

I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this post to be another JB live chat rant, so let me get back to talking about work.

I started yesterday, there was no banqueting on, so I worked with the morning team in the Gordon Ramsay restaruant. I just worked the pantry, making tea and coffee, polishing stuff, hoover. A lot of polishing.

I have an.. interesting uniform. Yes, it does look like a band uniform!

Wtf, At & T are advertising in the middle of a JB live chat?! This is.. not right.

Anyway, so this morning I worked again with the morning team, more polishing. Then after lunch I went to banqueting and helped set up for a small wedding that's 2moro! Cristin and Michael, I hope you enjoy the heck out of your menus and napkins, because I but a lot of time into folding those things. And I also hope you have a nice wedding :D

The banquet staff are super nice and a little crazy, which I like. Charlie calls everybody "Darling" and "sweetheart" And when something is done well it looks "sexy" which is always entertaining to hear :D

This chat is just going all over the place.. I bet I'm missing them reading out my question and Nick smiling! ....Stop judging me. I can dream right? I've found what makes me happy and that should me good enough for people. Better to love, even if it's totally innapropiate and super odd love, rather than moan about in misery.

So I need to find better work shoes.. I have several blisters and cuts on my feet from today. 10 hour shift, which is a good transition into the 12 or 14 shifts I will have to do. I'm talking about being finished work at 4 or 6 in the morning... lovely.

The back of house is totally confusing. As well as all the levels. You go up to banqueting but really that's the ground floor, but there's no windows and no clocks so you have no idea what time of day it is or where you are, really mind-boggling.

Maybe I should stop talking about this stuff, I did sign a confidentiality agreement and security is always super tight. Hmmm..

I'm pretty sure the chat is over. I'm totally watching it again on youtube later when it's uploaded.

I have a very fulfilling and satisfying life.

*starts nibbling on one of her 3 Jonas pens*

*giggles like an imp on helium* *no seriously*

*is still laughing* *but very quietly*

*understands she totally just missused the astrix thingys*

That quote MUST be false! They're too well coached to let anything like that slip..

*frowns as she thinks maybe there's a dirty joke to be found in that last sentence*

Anyway, I think I've ranted enough.. melted your eyeballs with the ridiculousness that is my Jonas obsession. Totally unbefitting of a Ritz-Carlton employee. Yes, obviously. *munches on her fake moustache*

Found a few old letters and stories from back in the days of when I was a child (when dinosaurs roamed the earth and all that) and I think I might put a few up on this here blog, becuase I've only just realised how truly CRAZY I was as a child. Not in a put-on-a-cape-running-around-a-supermarket-shouting-pokemon-moves type of way, but in a I'm-worried-about-the-way-your-brain-works-and-how-you-understand-reality type of way. Granted I was trying to be random and funny, but Hannah at least pulls off the random and the funny in a coherrent way, I'm just... disturbing. It's like I couldn't quite figure out how each part of the world really worked, and decided to write about it, and get it wrong.

Anyway, here I am, ranting away while your tea is getting cold! Off now, go enjoy some lovely hot beverage, a good detective show, maybe a short bread biscuit if your feeling particularly naughty, ooh, and wear a pair of super fluffy socks while your at it!

*grins and turns her jaunty hat in a neat 90 degree twist*

*sets off on a magical adventure*

*through a trapdoor she conveniently hid under the carpet*

Update On... Stuff. How Exciting.

2010-08-19T14:34:00.007+01:00

My laptop is so caring. It's trying to teach me Spanish. I never asked it to but it cares enough about me to try and further my education. Look, i'll show you. Take the word 'Illness'. In spanish 'Illness' translates to 'enfermedad, mal, dolencia, indisposicion'.

Amazing right? I swear to you I didn't google that or use some sort of translator, just everything my my mouse hovers over, a little bubble pops up with the Spanish transation. Well.. I presume it's Spanish. Hmmm.. I have no idea how it started, nor how to stop it.

So! Guess what? I'm employed once again! Aye, I can hear your whoops of joy from here. Got a call from the Ritz-Carlton and I start being a fan-bloody-tastic Food and Beverage server next tuesday! They originaly asked about monday but I had to explain I was signing the lease on my apartment. BAM I'm an adult!

My new place of work! ---------->

Sure beats the hell out of a convenience store doesn't it?

It was the Camp Rock 2 premiere last night, well, not on tv or anything. Still have to wait for the 3rd of September for that. Apparently there is a big twist at the end.. a mass murderer comes along and kills them all! But leaves Kevin half alive so he can recover and then repeat the bloodbath at another camp a few years later. Camp Rock 3: Some Witty Murder/Camp Pun Here.

But I'm pretty sure it's Shane and Mitchie breaking up.

So first off.. the shoes. Kevin and Joe.. wtf are you wearing on your feet? I mean, I know your cool and hip and you dress 'stylishly'. But this is still a dressy event, and I always thought people shouldn't wear trainers to movie premieres. Especially when they're wearing suits. I mean, I understand the concept of a funky pair of trainers with a suit, like a male Lilly Allen type of thing. But maybe it's because these runners are white, and white runners have a completely different image in America than they do over here. Thank God Nick is wearing proper shoes, that don't look ridiculous. And Nick can actually get away with wearing trainers with a tux, like at that awards shoe, because he wore cons. Squeaky clean cons.

And this brings us neatly on to Nick's trousers, which aren't so neat. Has the guy heard of an iron? I can't even tell if he's trying to work a creased look. This outfit would be perfect if his trousers were ironed. (Although it is refreshing to see him in not-so-tight trousers.) Well.. the brown tie and the silver suit is a little meh but passable. Still doesn't make him love him any less.

You want to see him with considerably less clothes on? Okay, that sounded beyond weird. I'm talking about him in a tank top. I applaud the wardrobe stylist for their new tour. Both Joe and Nick in tank tops. It pleases me. I wish it didn't please me but it does. I also wish I didn't save this next photo of Nick to my laptop but I did. Note to self: Get a life.

Yes. He is wearing a bandanna as a head band. Yes. I have a problem. Feel free to cure me. Or get me a life. Anything is greatly welcomed.

*starts singing a terrible high-pitched country song* And I held her hand in MIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNEEEEEEEEE.

*dances like a line dancer from the 90s*

*is pretty sure line dancing hasn't changed much through the decades*

*realises she hates line dancing and wants to stop talking about it*

So! Melissa Joan Hart and Joey Lawrence have a new ABC family sitcom and it's pretty good! It's called "Melissa and Joey" because.. well, why not? It's pretty funny, and they have good chemistry. Plus Joey Lawrence is still quite buff although his shaved head is a little too.. shaved for my liking.

I should really go do something. It's raining like an Irish summer so my mom isn't outside but she is worryingly quiet. I should go paint an egg shelf. But I'm soo TIRED. And I don't know why. Don't think I've caught up on sleep from Tuesday night. (They played Band, Diplo AND PussyHole by Dizzee Rascal but people just stayed in the smoking section smoking menthols. FAIL.)

Gonna go see Salt tonight with my sister. Sweet. Geddit? Salt? Sweet? That was terrible? Yeah I agree with you there. Apologies. I guess that was the signal for me to leave now.

*falls through a trap door*

UPDATE: Turns out my mother WAS outside, digging up roots. (We're neanderthals) and now I have to clean my room. Not so adult anymore.

A Letter To My Cat

2010-08-19T14:17:00.003+01:00

Dear Tache,

I understand that you have weight issues and that you are constantly hungry, but this new phase of actually getting into the fridge every time we open it is going a little too far. This is why you currently have cream cheese on your tail. I have tried my best to get it off but your going to have to use your own initiative and lick it off. I believe that this situation can be avoided in the future by some careful planning, refraining from getting into the fridge at any opportunity you can, and by realising your owner is a clumsy fool.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I am sure that I will see you in a few minutes when I go downstairs, when you will undoubtedly wind yourself around my legs and miaow despairingly like you've lost everything you have loved in this world.

Kind regards,
The person who feeds you, and rubs your fat belly.

P.S That was the last of the cream cheese so I hope you appreciated it.

Recently-Added Playlist

2010-08-16T20:14:00.006+01:00

I've been meaning to do a post on the wonderful theme that is my recently-added playlist for ages now, I'm talking years, but just never got round to it. But now, tonight, for the first and last time only, I shall grace your screen with the presence of my sweet words about my favourite playlist.

Why my recently-added playlist I hear you mumble as you munch on the free popcorn I provided? (Because I am that amazing)

Well, 97% of the time, my recently-added playlist displays perfectly my broad taste in music. And at this very moment in time, I have nearly all my music tastes represented. So, this is a perfect little way to talk about all the different music that I love, because a blog is not complete without a regular dose of "OH EM GEEEEE I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!"

..See my overuse of capitals and excamation points? I capture the characters I portray perfectly. *nods*

Whoosh, that's some serious rain. Anyway! On we go on our journey into Kate's ipod.. which is called "This Ship" just so itunes says "This Ship is syncing" and I grin cos I'm easily amused like that.

1. - We have the lovely "I Am Made Of Chalk" by Crystal Castles. It reminds me of an alien robot dying. You can hear it's only friend, a little boy, crying. It's just painful bad-quality techno noise but can be quite relaxing and soothing.

2. - XXXO BY M.I.A (the Mujava & DJ Qness Serenity remix). I heard the original XXXO, I didn't like it. I heard the version with Jay-Z, it was better but I still didn't like it. Heard this version and LOVED it. It's got more.. oomf. More beat, a bit faster.. it's some good stuff. Wish this was the version on the radio though..

3. - The Major Lazer & a Roux Mixtape 'Lazerproof'. Which is amazing. Take some La Roux songs, some Major Lazer songs, mix 'em all together, add in a litte Gyptian mix and some Costra Nostra riddim and voila! One yummy mixtape.

4. - 'Chasing The Dragon' - Diplo's pomp & clout mix series. It makes you want to go surfing then grab a beer. Some old school rock n' roll with some pretty funky beats thrown in, it's an hour long but I listened to it twice in a row on the bus coming back from West Cork when I was reading The Virgin Suicides. Perfect.

5. - C'mon by Diplo Vs. Tiesto. A pretty epic dance tune. Could've been more epic considering it's Tiesto AND Diplo, but it still delivers some pretty good pure dance track pleasure.

6. - Lovealot by M.I.A. Can only describe it as murky..

7. - My bold button seems to have gone haywire. It just ain't workin' the way it should. As you can see. Anyway, what follows in Sigur Ros' () album. Some of the most beautiful music I have ever heard. Rhythmic drum beats and soaring vocals, singing in a made-up language, perfect for overcast days.

8. - Next up is some free music I downloaded at RCRDLBL for free. Which is pretty sweet. I didn't have any high expectations and so I was pleasantly surprised. We got The Suzan which is an all girl Tokyo quartet and their song 'Home' is super good. Very upbeat-y, montage music. You know the stuff you listen to when your travelling somewhere..

9. - Woohoo by Christina Aguilera ft. Nicki Minaj. Yup, I've fallen quite in love with Nicki Minaj now, everything she touches seems to be golden! Thank god Daire told me about this song or else I totally would've missed it! And who could not love a song that includes the lyrics

"All the boy think it's cake

When they taste my (woohoo)

You don't even need a plate

Just your face, ha (woohoo)

Licky licky yum yum (woohoo)

What a great guy (woohoo)"

Oh Christina. Always so elegant.

10. - The Dazed and Confused soundtrack. We're talking classic heavy rock. KISS, Alice Cooper, Ted Nugent, The Runaways, Deep Purple, and my favourite song off the album HAS to be 'Slow Ride' by Fog Hat. I've had it for a while so it's not in my recently added playlist but I can never tire of it!

11. - 'Freak' by Estele featuring Kardinal Offishall. ( I offishally hate how they spell their name) (HAH!) This is off the Step Up 3D soundtrack and the beat is.. well, freaky. Real warped and twisted but still playable in a club. Which will never happen.

12. - Rising Sun by TVfXQ. TVXQ stands for Tong Vfang Xien Qi and they're a South Korean Acapella Quartet. This song is totally mind-blowing. It's like video-game music, and then it's almost RnB and then some good 'ole 90s boy-band pop. *puts on 'creepy foreign voice* I liike..

13. - 'U Don't Like Me' by Lil Jon and produced by Diplo. (Yeah I like my diplo) This song starts off with a strange voice saying "White folks get crunk, youu heard." And the song just continues on from their. Seriously violent dirty beats with Lil Jon shouting the incredibly beautiful lyrics that include;

"You don't like me?

I don't like you. x 3

Put your fists up x 3

Throw your hood up

Represent that shit

Nigger's running out

Stop, acting like a bitch x2

Act a fool x3

motherfuck that shit

motherfuck that nigger

motherfuck that bitch

You don't like me?

Nigger I don't like you"

Seriously Lil Jon, snaps for the brilliant come back that is this song. "You don't like me? Yeah, well, I don't like you!" *sticks out her tongue*

14. - And so after that respectable and child-friendly song I have some of the lovey 'The Cure' A litte 'Friday I'm in Love'. A classic. 'Nuff said.

15. - I have some Brand-X mashes now. '99 problems' mashes Jay-Z, Red Hot Chillli Peppers and Queen's "We Will Rock You". Nice. 'Milkshake Da Floor' is a Kelis and Major Lazer mash-up I've been hearing in Crawdaddys recently. (I would call the night by it's real night but

a) I don't like swearing

and

b) This blog post has seen enough violent swearing to last it a life time.

16. - Now for some lovely relaxing Irish acoustic rock. The Swell Season's latest album 'Strict Joy'. As amazing as expected. Infact, I don't have any words to describe how amazing it is. Needs to be heard to be understood. The only thing is that I'm aware there are beautiful lyrics being sung but my habit of not listening to lyrics continues to serve me well. I'm a musicians worst nightmare. Unless your Lil Jon and you want to go easy on the deep and meaning full lyrics.

17. - The 'Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam' soundtrack! WHOOP! Some happy disney songs to

beautifully compliment any sunny day :) Includes Nick Jonas's lovely 'Introducing Me' which just sounds like a Jason Miraz song speeded up but I still love it. Also incudes the lyrics "I love the moon when it looks like a toenail". Nice one Nick.

So we have a nice spread.. 8-bit synth-techno, jamaican dance hall with some synth/electro pop, icelandic minimalistic dream rock, pure dance, some crunk hip-hop, embarrassing disney pop, Korean pop, heavy rock, dancehall hip hop, summery indie-pop, ESG-styled dance grooves, 60s underground garage rock, a perfect picnic of sounds :)

..I'm sitting here, writing this, wearing a shower cap. I'm dying my hair at the moment and I have a sneaky suspicion that my hair will be purple for my Ritz-Carlton Interview tommorow. Great.

And so there you have it! Fun wasn't it? Iluminated the wonderful music habits of me right? Cured your pet turtle of amnesia right? no? Oh..

*shakes the table and shouts 'EARTHQUAKE!'*

A Proper JB Chat

2010-08-11T20:04:00.003+01:00

yeah.. finally. It's a proper JB live chat. At first it was just some roadie sitting there, but once I refreshed the page they appeared! With their beautiful faces and lovely tanned muscles.

Oh no! Kevin just pronounced Saudi Arabia as 'Sod-i Arabria'.

Aw, Nick played cards on his day off.

Some fan just told Nick his fingers are chubby and they are sexy. HAH! Oh, and now Nick is just ranting about how good he smells. Oh how I love him :D

I just ate the BIGGEST bowl of stew with a teaspoon. Hot.

Oooh, Joe is 21 in 4 days! PARTAY!! ....I wish.

Oh. My heart is breaking. Kevin has his own bus which he rides in with Danielle, his wife. Hmmm.. I'm tempted to make a 'rides Danielle' joke, but I think that would taint something pure. But anyway, so Nick and Joe sat on their bus and talked about love and relationships and how it messes with their brains. Bless their little cotton socks..

Oh! They just said hello to someone in Ireland but they pronounced it the usual EYE-ur-and.
Nice.

OH BURN.
Someone tweeted "Hi Nick, It Lisa. I Love you. Do you love me?"

And Nick repied "Hi Lisa. Great to hear from you."

OH BURN.
*runs around with her hair on fire because that was such an epic burn*

...I'm really tempted to tweet a question. It seems there is less people tweeting and therefore more chance my question would be seen. But I don't actually have any question.

Now they are talking about the colours of their t-shirts. I can see why people debate their sexuality.

Aw someone just called Nick depressed. I understand his pain. ...maybe I should tweet that.

I've formuated a tweet but I think the moment has passed.. yep, it's definity passed. The Camp Rock 2 cast are there now.

Hmmm... they appear to have frozen in time. odd. We let me refresh and tak to you about the apartment I saw today with D. It was awesome. A very cool apartment. Very studenty. Yep.

NOOO! The video has disappeared.. I don't know where they are. CambioChat isn't even trending so I can't check if other people are experiencing the loss too. :(

Hmm.. I think that might be it on the ould chat front. Dammit. Now I have the Jonas hook and all I want to do is sit on their tour bus with them and tour America. But the chances of that happening is slim to none. So I will instead watch videos of them on youtube. I NEED .TO GET. A LIFE.

..Don't you love when I just rant about the Jonas Brothers? It's a special day when you click onto this blog and you find ANOTHER post about a JB live chat. I'm sure your heart just swells with joy and pleasure. You ring up all your friends and family and breathlessy tell them in excitment how Kate has ranted once again about the special, special topic that is the Jonas Brothers.

I have to say, there were some epic burns on Nick this chat. He looks depressed, looks like a leprechaun and has chubby fingers. Nice work fans.

We, that was all folks. I shall leave you now to shake your heads and wonder why you bothered even reading this. That is if there is anybody reading this.
..Please let there be somebody reading this, there is nothing worse than talking to an empty room. Wait, heck no, I love talking to myself. Maybe that's why I enjoy this blogging this so much.

You know what? This is my 192nd post. Maybe I'll have a party to celebrate 200? Maybe I'll invite you? Maybe I'll stop asking all these inane questions? Who knows?

See you later?
(Can you stop with the questions? Seriously Kate? Questioning? Everything? All the time? This is affecting my mental health? Wait, who is it that's questioning my questioning? ARGH! *head explodes*)

Life Orgasms

2010-08-10T16:53:00.007+01:00

This post was originally going to be about the music-orgasms I've been having recently, but then I realised, heck-no, life orgasms all the way. *nods*

The phrase 'Life Orgasms' is pretty self-explanatory right? I'm not leaving anybody sitting in a dark room totally clueless shouting "IT WAS COLONEL MUSTARD WITH THE LAMP IN THE STUDY!" am I?

I saw Step Up 3D on Friday. It was so much better than expected. Obviously terribly predictable plotline and generic hot guy but the dancing was AMAZING, Moose is ADORABLE and I LOVE Alyson Stoner. Whoah, that was a lot of EXAGERATED words there. The best thing about the whole movie was definitly the music. I mean, the music to the previous two movies were pretty damn fine slick too, but this one, it was like they looked through my music library and picked all the best ones. They started off with a little N.A.S.A with Spank Rock and M.I.A, then on to some Major Lazer's "Can You Hear The Bassline" and then a Major Lazer mash-up with Jesse McCartney's new song, and then at the final (epic) dance battle, some Rye Rye and M.I.A. Intermingled through all these were amazing songs that I desperatly need on my ipod. HAWT. And the best things about movies having your favourites songs in them is the fact that they are played at an incredibly high level of volume so you fall in love with them all over again. I was sitting in the cinema with the biggest grin on my face munching on popcorn, but stopping when a dance scene was on because they were so good you couldn't do anything else but watch and absorb them like a sponge. *makes sponge noises*

My NEXT music-orgasm event was going out the day after to WAR with my very lovely peeps, and it twas an epic night all round, one of the best parts? They played Major Lazer's "Jump Up" AND I did the twist with some guy at the very end of the night. Awesome.

You want to see a very lovely photo of us at WAR and the photographer magically capturing one of my music orgasms? "Hell Yeah!" is the answer I'm looking for here.

Well... viola!
I'm the one the left. HOT right? Yeah, I try.

Notice Catherine's super-cool Blues Brothers t-shirt? I got her that. *nods* Yep, I'm the bestest present getter EVER.

I'm also incredibly modest. But that's just a given.

Right now I'm looking for apartments. It seems people are snapping them up left, right and centre. I had to call people for information on apartments this morning. I hate having to call people. I was all shakey and my voice got really fake and high-pitched. Which is ridiculous. I mean, it's just talking to someone on the phone and I dread it like a fat kid dreads fat camp. Gosh, with phrases like that, I should really write an award-winning novel.

I've been taking lots of walks in the sun recently. Very lovely habit and I hope it continues.* I wish Perdi could go on longer walks because I really want to go on a long adventure, leave early in the morning, bring a packed lunch, sit in a forest somewhere with her and eat it. 'Her' is refering to Perdi my dog by the way, not the packed lunch. But that won't happen because she is only meant to be going on 20 minute walks (pppff!) so my usual walk is 40 minutes, and today I walked her to the village, which is about 2 miles.

I met lots of people on my walk into the village, saw an old family friend in a car, waved. Saw my best friend buying West Coast Cooler in the local shop. Bought milk off a girl who used to be in my old primary school. Saw my neighbour in a canary yellow 70s pimp-mobile. Nice.

On my way back I walked through the church and graveyard so I could let Perdi off the leash and let her run around. I was listening to Sigur Ros and the scene was so beautiful I was overwhelmed with happiness. Bright blue sky, the sun beating down and warming my bare skin, tall deep green trees surrounding a picturesque church, old overgrown graves, butterflys flying about in the hazy warmth, a peaceful silence. I could've stayed there for hours just wandering around, looking at the graves, soaking up the atmosphere, nearly crying at the beauty of trees (yes I'm a sap) (geddit? trees? sap? HILARIOUS!) but unfortunatly I had milk to get home with.

The past few days have been quite lovely. Sure, there's been a lot of hoovering (I now weild the hoover nozzle like a weapon) and scraping off of paint, but I've also spent a lot of time sitting in the sun, watching dragon flys soak up the warmth on my leg, listening to my montage music (Les Savy Fav, Cut Copy, The Suzan etc) and generally being very happy. Even just watching a butterfly fly by brings a smile to my face. Oh the joys of summer :D

...On another note, is it totally wrong that I'm dismissing an apartment because it has horrific furniture? I'm talking dark wood cabinets and office chairs here.

See? I'm totally justified right? I couldn't live with those doors.. and mis-matched wood. Well, I could, but I would prefer not to.

A VOICEMAIL? OMG! IT'S THE RITZ-CARLTON! My phone has been sitting here right beside me this whole time and it never rang! oooh I better ring back!

*wanders off to go find the phone*

OHMYGOSH!

PHONE INTERVIEW!

That was nerve-wrecking.. sometimes I forget how to speak english. But once I got into the swing of things I think it went okay. I mean, I am quite confident that I am employable by them, I mentioned how my sister just started working there, and I'm so familiar with Powerscourt etc. I totally sold my customer skills in the shop... phew! They said they will ring asking for a more formal interview! Thinking back over the questions I know I could've answered them better, but I was so frazzled!

..hopefully I'll do better in my formal interview. If I ge the formal interview. Damn I really want to work for the Ritz-Carlton. I desperatly need this job!

Hah.. if I did get it, what a step up from working in Fitzsimons Convenience Store to doing events at the Ritz-Carlton! Emma and Aife will be dusting chocolate while I will be socializing with the rich and famous! Mwa ha!

I'm gonna go shoot some people to help steady my hands. Shoot them in a video-game obviously.

*sticks on a trucker hat and rocks out to some old-school beats in a convertible*

...Went on a bit of a picture spree in this post didn't I? Ooh! My dad is home on his motorbike!

Toodles!

*This struck me as an incredibly boring sentence. Discuss.

JB LV CHT. (Initials and no vowels MWA HA!)

2010-08-04T21:11:00.002+01:00

GAH! I seem to have miscalculated the..

Excuse me? Nick is covered in blood? wait, WHAT? WHY ARE THEY BARKING?!

I'm sorry.. let me explain. Just tuned into the live chat now, apparently I miscalculated the time and I've missed the first half an hour, and now I have no idea what is going on. There is the 3 Jonas brothers, obviously. And then there is a whole bunch of hairy guys, I'm talking beards and dreadlocks here. I think they're the support band or something, and one of them is Joe's roommate.

"That is like, is there milk in a bowel of cereal? Is rollarcoasters fun?"
Oh Joe.

Oh no! Nick just announced there is the only a few minutes left of the chat! BOO! *sad face*

WHERE DID THEY GO?

..It's over. Somewhere out there, someone is playing the saddest song on the tiniest violin, just for me. *Sighs* I can't believe I missed most of it. I was SO freakin' excited for it, and I put a reminder on my phone and everything.. I guess I shoulda just watched twitter better.

I'm really sad now. And it makes me even sadder that I'm sad it's over and I missed it.

Oh.My.God.
I just read over the sentence I wrote 6 lines up, where I talk about Nick saying there is only a few minutes left, how IRRITATINGLY tween do I sound? "Boo! *Sad face*" ?!?!?!
*panicked laughter*
That sentence actually scares me. It's like I've channelled the spirit of an annoying 14 year old without even meaning too. My whole reverse maturing thing was going okay, colouring books and sandcastles is an acceptable path but sounding like a Bieberhead without meaning too?! That is a worrying sign!

I guess if don't have any Jonas Brothers to watch I should go apply for more jobs. I was so depending on my Jonas fix, and I just got a quick sense of it and then BAM! It's gone. And it's too soon for it to be up on youtube.. How typical, my first Jonas Brothers Chat and I mess it up. Oh well, apparently it wasn't very good, they didn't talk very much and the hairy men kinda scared me.

Well, why make this painfully embaressing blog post be any longer than it should?

Did you know if you type in www.foofle.com it comes up google? How wondferful!

Catch you kickin' swing kids later,
Faithfully yours,
Kate.

...scared you with the'faithfully yours' bit didn't I? Oh, I'm such a riot.
*winks and spins into a shopping trolley*

4 Things

2010-08-04T18:40:00.002+01:00

Wow! I got tagged in J's post where you do those list things and I haven't done one in AGES! I always missed these type things from back in the days of chain emailing and the such! So, grab a seat, open that bag of M&Ms before anything exciting happens as this is gonna be quite a thrilling ride of.. LISTS! (Oh yes.)

4 Things found in my bag:

Ipod Touch (can't go anywhere without it)
My DS (long bus journey)
My sunglasses
My phone

4 Things found in my purse:

A ridiculous amount of receipts
Never enough money
My cards (ID, Student, club cards, a Scuba Diving card?!)
A business card for Dr.Bent. (old personal joke)

4 Favourite things in my bedroom:

Wii
Bed (duh)
Droopy the dog teddy (first teddy I was given after my house burnt down - the child who had him before me cut off his tongue, which is weird.)
The collection of loose papers of letters, home-made wrapping paper, scripts, birthday presents that I've collected over the years from old friends.

4 Things I've always wanted to do:

Go to an American/Canadian high school (too late now - I'll just look like a pervert)
Go to an American/Canadian college (I can dream)
Go on a road trip
Live in America/Canada (yeah, I have a theme..)

4 Things I'm currently into:

MLIA
Colouring Books
Ghost Hunters
Red Bull X-Fighters

4 Things I bet you didn't know about me:

I have a mark on my knee that seriously resembles a birth mark that I'm convinced I got from a piece of plastic that got stuck to me when I was 6.
I have wires at the back of my teeth I got after my braces were taken off so I dont have to wear a retainer (apparently not many people know this?)
I love to dance, especially when brushing my teeth.
I had an obsession with dolphins that is still visible in my room decor.

4 Songs I can't get out of my head:

Lovealot by M.I.A
Phenomena by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Trouble by Hope Sandoval & The Warm Invention
Untitled no.8 by Sigur Ros

Now I have to choose 4 people.. but I don't think there would be anyone who will do it.

Yeah, you guessed it, I was the one who never forwarded the emails.

Ooops.

*shrugs and resumes brushing her hair*

Anyway, I should be job hunting, as my mother so pleasantly reminded me, so toodledoo!

(is that even the right word?)

*dances like a Ministry of Sound podium dancer*

Uncontrollable Laughter

2010-08-04T18:12:00.003+01:00

*struggles with a plastic packet containing printer ink*

*rips it open hulk style*

AHA!

So I'm back from a week down in West Cork, it looks a little something like this:

This was my 5th time in West Cork? I think.. anyway, every time I'm down there, it's my happy place! It's the combination of sleeping alot, the helluva lot of food that we eat (really good food, like yummy pasta and salads and bread, lots of bread!) going out everyday and spending hours in the freezing cold ocean trying to catch waves with our body boards, and watching That 70s Show in the evening that just makes me so happy! Nothing beats spending half an hour in a toasty warm shower, chatting with your best friends, getting out and realising all you have to do that evening is eat incredibly tasty food and watching hilariously funny tv. I get that big feeling of happiness that swells up and consumes you and it's wonderful! Even remembering that feeling brings a smile to my face :D (<--- a smile like that in fact)

I have a habit of bursting out in uncontrollable laughter when I'm really really happy. When we were body boarding and we all caught an amazing wave, while wooshing along the wave, looking at my friends beside me I wouldn't be able to stop smiling and often I would be giggling to myself because I literally could not stop it, and even when the wave fizzled out or if I got washing-machined I would still be laughing in an almost creepy baby chuckle way.

We had a wonderful day when we went out kayaking, went out to Long Island (the original one) (I only do original *makes a guffawing type of laughter*) and went caving, in the kayaks, which was uber uber cool. We picnicked on Long Island too, we sat on big rocks, surrounded by large rock fronts and looking out at the crystal clear sea and munched on crisp sandwichs, purple snack bars and brownie cookies - YUM. I was struck by the overwhelming feeling of happiness at this point too.. it was so satisfying kayaking to a completely private location for lunch and just sitting on rocks with your best friends noming on yummy food. I recommend it highly.

I suppose it's.. well, I don't know what it is, ironic? No, I don't want to do a Nick Jonas on this and label it wrong. Well basically, I think it's vaguely humorous (and I stress the 'vaguely') the way when I'm not smiling I look like the most unhappiest, moodiest, grumpiest, sour old cow there ever was, when in fact, I'm usually bursting over with joy, revelling in how wonderful my life is and how lucky I am to live it. Old men in pubs and teachers would tell me to smile and cheer up but really I am a very happy person, and usually my face is very readable, if I'm scared or nervous or worried, you can tell straight away, but on the whole happy thing it just doesn't work. Which is typical of me.

Oh no, I've just realised I've lost my umbrella, and it isn't mine. Hmmm.. poor Aife. This is the second time I've ended up with her umbrella for some reason and now I've gone and lost it. I know where I had it last (the beach - I was holidaying in Ireland so obviously it was raining, didn't deter us from making sandcastles though) so I'll ask around and see if anyone has picked it up. Oh what adventures that umbrella must have had! *drifts off into a daydream about the umbrella experiencing Enid Blyton-esque adventures* *imagines the umbrella to be eating a lot of canned tongue and calling everyone a 'fathead'*

Today I had another moment of pure happiness. I managed to escape the house and take the dog for a walk and it was just so gosh darn sunny and when I looked up into the canopy of trees, the combination of the bright blue sky, shining sun and super green leaves and the Mark Mancina piece I was listening too just filled me with joy. I grinned with an unpretty smile and started laughing to myself. The people in the cars who passed by rarely must've thought I was crazy, especially when I was singing along and air-drumming to the songs I was listening tobut I didn't care, it was just so enjoyable!

"Do you have a passion for selling top quality food?"

..WHAT?!

Who in the world actually has a passion for selling top quality food? Who wakes up in the morning and thinks "By god, I know what will make today great, I shall sell top quality food and my passions will be fulfilled!"

I'm really tempted to answer this question with

"Yes, I am passionate about selling top quality food, infact, it gives me the horn."

I. mean. seriously. I know you have to lie while applying for jobs but this just takes the biscuit. The top quality biscuit. IT'S SUPERQUINN FOR GOD'S SAKE! Not feckin'.. I don't know, Marks and Spencers or Donnybrook Fair or anything!

Ack Jaysus, I'll just have to submit the application, it's shocking but I really can't think straight at the moment..

I'm too excited for..

THE JONAS BROTHER'S LIVE CHAT!

..I'll be righting a blog while watching it so you won't miss a thing :D

Yeah I know, you would prefer to miss the whole thing entirely, in fact, you probably would prefer to jump on a trampoline in a moving lift than watch a Jonas Brothers live chat.

....Wait a second, that sounds like fun.

Ew my apple tastes like soap.

No wait! It tastes like my grandparents house. See my mother dried it on a tea towel that belonged to them, so hence apple tastes like grandparents house. *nods* yes.

Well, this is the second blog I've done today, and I'm doing a third one in half an hour, so I better not overwhelm you and just leave it at this.

Oooh! I have to go look at the times for Toy Story 3! I might get up early tommorow and watch the first one because I haven't seen it in AGES. I also really want to watch The Virgin Suicides becuase I just finished the book for the second time but not only can I not find the video, I can't find the video machine, so I may watch it online aswell. That would be all swell and dandy if I could get any time to watch movies. I have two hours in the morning to do what I like when my mother is at tennis but then the rest of the time - pah! *makes a face like a disgruntled french man*

Anyway, apologies, I was meant to stop this blog a long paragraph ago.

So, See you in 19 minutes!

*waves cheerily*

Milk Was A Bad Choice

2010-07-21T18:21:00.004+01:00

The tiredness has hit me. This post can go one of either two ways;

a) really boring
or
b) completly hyper.

But I promise you nothing.

I am meant to be looking for jobs and apartments but right now I'm just looking at Ghost Hunters clips on youtube. People were shocked when I told them I had an eensie crush on Grant. And they full on laughed in my face when I said he was a silver fox. That was to be expected. They did understand the Steve thing though. Which is nice. Yes.

Photos would be the proffesional way to go with that last paragraph, but honestly, if I showed an air of professionalism, pigs would be flying and snowballs would be setting up residence in hell.

I'm so damn thirsty but too damn lazy to move and go get me some water. I finished off my bottle of.. wait for it.. *puts on strong scottish accent* "Irn Bru!" *even manages to roll her 'r's*
*nods proudly*

"DON'T FALL ASLEEP WITH THE MOTOR ON!
SHE'LL MAKE YOU SWEAT IN THE WATER"

..you know when you're singing a song and you totally realise the lyrics are wrong but you can't sing 'em any other way?

Yeah, that has nothing to do with those lyrics I just shouted at you.

*makes an unhappy face*
I'm so tired I can't even think if that makes sense or was what I had in mind.. I think I'm just gonna write and write and tommorrow, after a good night's sleep, I'll edit this. OMG THERE IS NO APOSTROPHE 'S' ON 'NIGHTS' KATE. SHEEEEESH. LEARN GRAMMER OR SOMETHING. WHY AM I STILL SHOUTING? I KID YOU NOT, IT IS PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO READ CAPS LOCK AND NOT READ IT IN A SHOUTING VOICE. AND I'M STILL IN CAPS LOCK AND IT DOESN'T SEEM LIKE I'M GOING TO STOP. FROM FAR AWAY IT JUST LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING AGGRO WHEN REALLY I'M JUST RAMBLING.

Phew, got out of the caps lock jam there. Took a bit of effort but I managed to pull myself out with time to spare. Why time was running out I have no idea. * opens up an umbrella and looks startled as a rabbit falls out of it*

Okay, I'm gonna give you some youtube links to some happy Disney songs. Bare with me, just remove all preconceptions about these being lame disney songs and take them as they are, songs that I really enjoy and make me feel very happy. If you hate them, fine. But don't hate them just because they're disney pop trash. Please feel free to comment saying what you think of the songs. Seriously. Please do. Please. *gives you puppy dog eyes*

The first is 'Something About The Sunshine' from Starstruck. I find it impossible to sing along with the song without having a huge grin on my face. It's my summer song this year and I just can't get sick of it. And I'm pretty sure at one point they sing "Elle is a breeze with the poultry swaying" which are pretty epic lyrics, regardless of my bad hearing or not.

2. The second and final one (if you want more, which I'm sure you don't - just holla) (yes, I literally want you to holla. Not holler. Holla.) is 'Catch Me' by Demi Lovato. If you know me or even read my blog continously you will realise that I rant about this song a lot. That is becase it is vedy vedy good. Yes I did mean to say 'vedy' instead of 'very'. Kind of say it with an eastern european accent and viola! Funny voice achieved. This song is another one that is impossible to sing along to without smiling. The amount of times I listened to this song walking to and from college along the never-ending Temple Road and I mouthed the words with a big grin on my face regardless of who was looking at me and thinking I was a crazy bag lady. Stick with the song till 2:40 for some classic chick-rock headbanging that makes you yearn for some pompoms and to be Kristen Dunst. Actually screw that, I never yearn to be Kirsten Dunst. I have yet to find a Kirsten that does not annoy me.

I do apologise for that dreadfully messy numbered bullet point thing that was going on there. The first one was structured, but apparently blogger doesn't like to put spaces between it's numbered lists and I desperatly needed a space (to give your poor eyes a break - I know, I'm so kind, caring and thoughtful) so I decided to make up my own second part of the numbered list. Except it wasn't structured the same and so now it's just a big 'ole mess and I'm not bothered to try and make it work. Only make a super long and unneeded explanation and apology instead.

Hmmm... my dog is giving me the evil eye. It could be because of my furiously loud typing. Or because I'm wearing sunglasses inside while having my bedside lamp on. Even though its still bright outside. Maybe she's a secret eco-warrier anti-poser dog. I am now massaging her belly with my foot but I don't think she's enjoying it.

I went out for the first time in months last night, hence the tiredness, and I had an amazing night. I never wanted it to end, ya know? The DJ played some classics like 'Jolene' , 'Crazy in Love' , some Major Lazer and some Glee. (I was frantically singing along to 'Don't Rain On My Parade' even though I know none of the words) Once again Daire's UCD friend's were totally awesome and super fun.

(Daire, you should actually check out where I linked your name to...)

Mmm, yes well, *finishes her pretend cup of coffee* Dinner is ready and I can smell it and it smells GOOOD. So I'm off to go eat it and get that glass of water I wanted at the beginning of the blog post. Oooh, I've come full circle, how proffesional of me. *is startled by a flying pig dropping a postcard from hell sent by Snowy the snowball through the window*

Yes I know, snowy the snowball. Very original. I do try. All I do, I do for you. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's a title of an incredibly cheesy song and infact it's not the best compliment coming from me considering I don't do very much.

Anyway, dinner is still calling me, so, I'll catch you swinging jazz ladies later.
*tips her fedora and gives an over-exagerated wink*

BAM!