Wednesday, 30 May 2007

"Were we lost when we were elsewhere?" ... Long time, no post.

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Well, I have been busy! But I decided last night I would make a blog, because it's been too long, and soon enough the things I want to talk about will have gone off!

Ar an gcéad dul síos* - LOST! Whoa, who watched it? I cried a lot. I cried first of all when they put the gun to Jin's neck! Because I thought he would die. You know, we heard lots of people would die - I knew about Locke (not dying), Charlie (dying) and Bernard (not dying), but not of Jin! So, good news he is still alive.
I cried when Jack said "I love you" to Kate. I don't really know why. I just really like Jack, the character, and hate Kate, which seemed reason enough to me.
And I cried loads at the end! When he was sitting with all the maps, and when he said "call my father" and when he was talking to Kate. I found it all very sad. Also, I'm just a cry-y sort of person. But I do know that it is just television. When I woke up the next day, it didn't seem as important.
I didn't cry when Charlie died. Because I think in 'Greatest Hits', we were sort of ready for it. But anyways, it was a really good episode! I never saw the season 2 finale (Gaeltacht). But yeah. Rousseau's reunion with Alex at long last was interesting. Naomi dying! Good. If she's bad, then we don't need her poisoning their minds, ahha.
I hate when Ben is right. If Ben is right. Because he's bad!
We'll have to wait a long, long time for the next season, and I feel powerless. We have to stop this from happening to Jack! But really, Lost-talk will resume in February.
EDIT : just remembered, did you hear Damon?! I recognised his voice!

Tea party! We're having one. With doilies and crumpets and comfy chairs and bright sunny afternoons. Like in Alice in Wonderland, but not as loopy. Or possibly more! Ah, Lewis Carroll is very cool. he reminds me of my granddad; he gave me the complete works of Lewis Carroll one day, because I said I liked him, and he loves him. I haven't read it all yet, it's a little ... twisty.

I was studying all morning, but then I felt really sick. This studying thing is strange and hard, and I don't even know if I'm making any difference. I literally do not know how to study. But at least I feel like I'm doing stuff, rather than when we had tests coming up and I used to just, like, read over the chapter fifty times, but not let any of it properly sink in. Whenever I got good History grades, it wasn't from studying, but from remembering when we did it the week earlier.
This, obviously, is very different and so requires a different sort of approach. But I think my mind thinks that I'll never be able to study it all in one week, therefore I will only study bits and pieces.
I keep having dreams about the exam though. Not of doing it, but of getting the results. In my dreams, I have already done it, so everyone is always talking about getting the results.
In a recent one, we were in the school, and they began to drop them into the school from helicopters while Ms. O'Donnell watched us scramble frantically to find our own. But it was like the Mocks, we got the actual papers back. One of my friends picked up one and said "Grace, this is your Maths! Hey, you got 85 percent!" and she handed it to me, and I started crying with joy, while other girls in our class laughed (nicely). Then another girl, who isn't in our class, but it wasn't specifically 3C, I guess, went "Tut, that's not Grace's, you idiot. That's Johnny Depp's. Here's Grace's. She got 56.". I mean, how random that it would be Johnny Depp, but whatever. I began crying again, but with disappointment.
Then I found my history paper, but it had no mark on it, only my name. there were no more papers left in the big red Dunnes bag, and everyone gathered there turned to Ms O'Donnell and asked her where the rest were. She was like "Idunno, that's all for today", and we all went home with only one or two results each, all of them terrible. Then I woke up.

I've been drinking a lot of hot chocolate. Mmm.

Oh, my music library is improving. iTunes had a nervous breakdown the other week, and I spent a day putting all my music back on, and then I had to delete about a hundred songs that I had originally deleted but that came back again. But now I have around five more albums on it. Rufus Wainwright, another of his. Read the lyrics to "Gay Messiah", they're great. But "the One That You Love" has the coolest tune.
Yesterday was Jeff Buckley day. It was a real coincidence actually, because Mum and I had been talking a lot about him on Sunday and Monday, and we were looking it up on Wikipedia, because Luke and I had an argument over whether he killed himself (I won), but we never even checked the death-date to realise "Hey, that's tomorrow!". So, that was nice. Mum went and bought the album they have out, but I wish we had 'Grace'.

Did anyone watch the Modest Adventures of David O'Doherty last night? It was really funny. Funny guy, he is.

I can't escape that fun techno pop that I am hearing everywhere. In a good way, I mean. CSS are lovely. And Goldfrapp. They were on Popworld a lot. But ... IT'S BEEN CANCELLED! Obviously Alex and Alexa never really had the same hold on everyone that Simon and Miquita had.

Heart shaped sunglasses and and the colour grey and patent high heeled shoes!
Actually - check out this entire site, it's very good!
I love the Elvis glasses (and ALL the sunglasses) and the jewellery with household products. Also - is pretty good. Dearer though.
And from a post on a blog I linked over there > I've now become obsessed with those little black and white shoes! And I just found some gorgeous ones, here.

They're talking about tattoos on the radio. To be honest, I don't know why you'd bother. I don't think I'd ever get one, because it's like when you're younger and you think it would be a great idea to stick stickers all over your walls, but a few years later, you realise that you shouldn't be allowed to make permanent decisions, especially not me. But worse!

Anyways, I think I've covered everything. Anything to say? Say it! :)


*fadas still not working, but I found some.

Wednesday, 16 May 2007

"I think I understand what you think you're going through..." ... Whew!

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My previous post sounds quite Nostradamic* now, but that is accidental. I feel conflicted. To be honest, yesterday wasn't great for a combination of factors. But the brightening news of "Hat and Bouncing" day changed things to no end! There's nothing like a prospective theme day to make you feel less awful-person/less hurt/less stressed over the Junior cert, which will be over by then!
Also - for once I agree with Colm and Jim-Jim's seal of Approval. This band Fred are really good. Especially the new song. Catchy, in a good way. Listen to 2fm tomorrow morning and hear it.
Alanah and Sarah were right, Neasa sent me that hellogoodbye song and it's lovely. So, there's some things!
The Panel is on now, why amn't** I watching it? I shall!


*new word! Perfect.
**come on, it's conversational!

Monday, 14 May 2007

"I don't even know you!" ...Home sick.

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It's times like these I remember how I got myself into such states last year. Except it's quite different than last time.

Wednesday, 9 May 2007

"Don't ask me to bleed about it, I need this blood to survive!" ... A draining day.

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Art exam! Aghhh! I am so drained. I will not write that much right now. I just spent ages helping Luke make another one of those mock-election posters, using up all of MY time on the computer and now Mum tells me I have to go to bed soon. hello, it's like ten o'clock! Oh well, I need to have a shower anyways.
The exam went pretty well. I was happy with the object I drew - an Indian elephant ornament carved from wood - and so-so with the picture. It was okay, except for the black smudges from my crummy rubber.

Tomorrow is No Uniform Day. Hooray! I don't know what I'll wear. Something nice, I suppose. I have a plan to cram two earrings into one hole, but I don't think it will work. Sigh. They're going to milk us, thinking without uniforms we'll be feeling free and easy or something, because there are loads of bakesales and things going on tomorrow. And the fifth years are playing the teachers in some football game, so everyone will be running around in clothes being poor.

Mum got Luke a cookery book. It's cute, it's like, for teenagers who are lazy like Luke and who make Mum cook them stuff all the time. He just made a cheese toastie, so it's working. But I'm really pissed off at him, and so is everyone else because he's being really crap and eating loads of sweets and going all high. Mum said that we will probably never be allowed have sweet things again and we got mad and I told her not to punish us for Luke's idiocy.

It rained so badly, my hair looks awful.

What else? Dunno. Stephen Lynch is funny, look him up.
I'm gone photoshop mad. I made little icons, they're fun! I want to make a picture with david Tennant on it, as he is sexy. Don't know if I mentioned that.

Sunday, 6 May 2007

"I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out to be a pain in the ass" ... SHOPPING!

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That's right, I have been shopping! I went up to Galway this weekend and bought things! It was great fun. I spent a lot of money, especially in Penney's, but when I got home it didn't really seem like I had gotten that much stuff. Three belts; three pairs of legwarmers (come on, they were fifty cent!); five pairs of tights; two king of ... longy-ish tops, you know the ones? one pink and one blue and white striped; a yellow short- poofy-sleeved polo neck; tartan skirt; yellow skirt with stars; a strange floral miniskirt in Enable Ireland for two euro which I felt had potential; MORE flourescent greeny-yellow earrings from a|wear and another grey man cardigan!
So, not too bad, but you know. Nothing was over ten euro (each, like)! I am kind of a stinge. But I don't like buying dear things because it means you only have like, four things bought. And what's the point, honestly?
But I was in Topshop and I instantly regretted my poverty-combined-with-miserdom, because I love that shop! Kate Moss' range is brilliant, I am surprised at how much I like it. I mean, look at these pants :

Fabulous aren't they? I really want them. I also saw these gorgeous bright pink skinny jeans for fifty euro, which isn't actually too dear, I just don't have it. What I will do is buy some cheaper white skinny jeans and dye them!

We also went to see Spider-man 3. It was really good, wasn't it? Except for the whole ... I don't know. It wasn't as good as 1 or 2, but still very good. Topher Grace was brilliant! And the "I am now some sort of devilish 'sex' machine" montage was HILARIOUS!

OH! And I bought a ton of DVDs, including Series 1 of LIFE ON MARS! YAY! And Napoleon Dynamite.

Spent the whole day until six cleaning house and sorting CDs (but took a break to talk to Saoirse on the phone).

That was all I really wanted to say. I'm going to go have some burnt poo pie*.


*in-joke. Jane knows.

Tuesday, 1 May 2007

"How can it be bullshit to state a preference?!" ... Wooh!

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Oh, the world is good. Science - done. Home Ec - done (both practical and project). Art - DONE! Hoorah. The world is mine. Now all that's left to do is study and then do the actual exams. Bugger.
The weekend was very fun! I think everyone liked their presents. Ah well, they can always return them... to me... haha. Anyways.

I really love Demetri Martin! You remember he was on Just For Laughs recently and everyone's quoting him? Very funny man, I saw another thing on him just there. Gahh, I love comedy so much. And comedians, for they shall inherit the earth. People may say that's a silly thing to say, but whatever.

Now, I know I had something else to say... Oh, yes! The past! last night I re-read my diary from exactly one year ago, up until a few months after.
Yes, I keep a diary. I don't know why there is such a kind of ... 'loser' stigma attatched to that. Well, actually, I do. because it's a little silly. But I don't really mind. For someone so addicted to writing stuff, it seemed only natural. Besides, I'm quite happy with my loserdom. It's always better to face the truth, and accept it. A concept my year ago self hadn't quite grasped.
It was so entertaining! Honestly. Well, also a bit sad how I was such a psycho. But, you know, in many ways not much is different. Then, in other ways everything is. I made a list on a post-it note today of all the differences. I won't write it out, but I'll show you the post-it. Good luck reading it. You're free to, simply because I don't think you'll make out most, if any, of it.

I also read some advice I had given to myself on a margin, which merely said "learn phrase : 'I don't want to talk about it' ", which cracked me up . I actually think I have. Eventually. To be honest, I think most people find it hard to accept not everyone is Dr. Phil, and you shouldn't tell everyone everything. As a matter of fact, there are some people you should NEVER tell ANYTHING. I have definitely learned that.
That's what you can all make this time. 'Living in the Past' week. It's fun. You realise you way prefer the present.
(Ahh, do I sound deep?)
I know there was more ... I'm glad I'm not friends with some people anymore, and I'm glad I am friends/more friendly with others.

Moving on. I'm liking food this week. Especially cheese. plain. Well, plain-ish, I mean; dipped in stuff. Barbaeque* relish is particularly good, I'm not joking. mayonnaise, obviously. Cheese on toast is nice with some jam, or cranberry sauce. Cheese on toast is especially nice with loads of butter.

Can I please have my award now for 'Most Likely To Have Heart Attack Before the Age of Forty'?


Oh, they're telling me it's with a 'c'. I'm learning loads about spelling with this new blog. Most of it American and wrong. Footnotes shall now be small.

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