Tuesday, 18 March 2008

"Are you playing your love games with me?" ... I know, another one!

Tuesday, 18 March 2008 4
(just pretend I didn't tear your world apart)

Inspiration, my friends, is a beautiful thing.

lolcats are GENIUS! i'll put the website in the links section.

So, how are you all? I went shopping today, a little bit. Pretty much satisfied. Bought two small black a-line skirts (that means no pleats or anything, doesn't it?), which would look nice with mad tights and big cardigans, I reckon. In other words, replace one of my current skirts with one of them. Really unimaginative actually.
I also bought the grey jumper I am wearing, which you obviously can't see. It's just grey, long sleeved, covers my bum! Brilliant!
Speaking of my bum - and this brings us back to what I was saying about size yesterday - I bought a very nice pair of slim, very drainpipe-ish jeans (just jean colour, and I won't say skinny) which I thought would fit. Wohh woh wohhhwwn*! They must have been an 8, because OMG. Could get them half-way up my ass. Oh, well, they were four euro. Any of you about a size 8 and would like some FREE jeans? (Saoirse, looking at you.)
Also got a MASSIVE string of pearls. Really heavy ones. Brilliant.
What else ... oh yeah, this weird vertically red and white striped skirt, which is very like those jeans I already have.

Once again, pictures will follow. All in good time, dears. All in good time.

Seeing as this post isn't really about anything I can put pictures to (okay, the clothes, but i's annoying taking pictures of yourself for no reason, I always feel like such a twat. when i go out, alright?) - I just felt like talking - I'm gonna put up whatever I have in my My Pictures folder that looks nice. Just for something to look at. I know how you people get.

Soooo. Yeah. Hmm. I've been looking at others' blogs. Gah, there are some very good ones out there. That are very applicable, y'know, to a wide audience. Good for them. I enjoy having this half about myself. Usually more. Often wholly about myself. That was the point before.

I remember my second year (first year?! couldn't be!) blog. It's still up, as far as I know. I don't think I ever shut it down. Maybe I have done since I realised that fact.

AHHHH! It's still there. We were such emos, omigod. Do the emos in second year say they aren't emos? They are wrong. Sorry to label for a minute there.
Last post was on Valentine's Day, 2006. Two years ago. First post was ... crikey! August 2005! That was only going for a half a year. It seemed to be like my raison d'être.

Oh, I am just going to read this, if you don't mind. (if you do mind, especially as I am about to talk about it for ages, skip forward until you see a picture of a white cat).

It's scary. And sort of sweet. No. Mostly scary. I don't seem very happy in it. I do like that "skin" though. And emo stuff is lovely! Roses and skulls, little ironic bunnies crying and cartoon girls with massive heads and eyes, small noses and interesting haircuts, holding talking muffins. You know, it's brilliant. Well, the skin isn't like that. Those are just examples of emo stuff which is cute. The calling everyone a chav except you is not cute.
I'm just realising now, there are about three or four comments on every post. Even the small ones. Okay, I might have been angry but I think I was more popular. I'll just go and cry now. Oh, gawd, I'm channelling my inner second-year!

a cat!
(yes, i am trying to confuse you by putting random pictures in the middle of things)

Oh, wait, nevermind, they are all spam comments. Most of them, anyways.

Clearly this is very old. Judging by those surveys I took. Like, I didn't say that I was obsessed with John Cusack? Boy, I have changed. For the better. I would definitely say.

Omigod, how much did I frigging give away on that? I was terrible at being cryptic, and I sort of relied on the idea that no one read my blog back then, but the thing is, I guess I never took into account - just because they don't comment or tell you they have read it, doesn't mean they haven't and never will! I wanna make a time machine and go back and shake this girl by the shoulders! Especially that whole : "This sucks, that sucks. Ugh, everyone except me is a chav, rap sucks, all these people suck, people who say that are retards... etc." I am so ashamed of myself, and I know that everyone was a precocious little bitch at the age of fourteen, but aghhh!

(I'll put in more pictures to distract you all from the notion that I am still reading this incredulously)

the snowy reek! which i climbed on saturday, and it almost killed me!
but it wasn't snowy then, this is from a while ago.

Like, for example, a survey (I did write more than surveys, though, honest) asked the time, and I gave it very precisely. Then I gave the exact same answer for "When was the last time you were depressed?". Like, wtf? Although, I usually made plenty of lists explaining just what I had to be depressed about (absolutely nothing). Fourteen-year-olds don't know the difference between depression and being a whiner. I can't believe you people stayed friends with me.

And they did. One of my best friends - clearly a saint! - read it faithfully! And somehow still wanted to be my friend! Maybe we were all a bit annoying together? I still talked too much about stuff that was going on at that moment. You know, to do with friends and school and stuff. Not really a good idea, methinks.

two pairs of skinny jeans i bought recently enough (read, a few months, and ... a lot of months) and I don't think I showed to you.
you can't say i don't get around to things eventually!

And, I don't know if you will ask, but don't try and find it, and you can't have the URL!
Okay, I have seen enough. Actually, I don't think there is anything left TO see. And I mentioned a few times a previous blog I had. So I could easily have had one in first year. Or at least, when I was even younger and even more stupid than at that time. The whining about "nobody liiikes meeee" is by far the most annoying thing.
But seriously, some nostalgia is, like, fun. Some.
If I were my fourteen-year-old self I would hate me, too. For different reasons. And I'm splitting us up into two different people, probably so I don't have to actually think that that was really just me.
"Noo! It was a young silly girl, who just happened to be me!" - Grace's subconscious/conscious (see last post).

Oh well, over it. Because now I am just 100% wonderful! Ha.

I'm just thinking now, did I do something like this on this blog? Talk for absolutely ages about how different I am now to how I was in second year? 'Cause if so, skip to the next bit. And I am sorry.
I really do repeat myself. Over and over again. In real life, as well. Constantly. 'Cause I can never remember if I've told something to one person or another. Nowadays, if I think I've said it before, I try and just leave it.

look at theo! isn't he great?

Currently listening to : Nature Boy by David Bowie from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, but that song scares me. I have SO many playlists on iTunes. Definitely addicted to making them. And they are definitely only for my benefit and no one else's. I seem to rely more heavily on playlists than most other people I know, anyways. But, seriously, I have sixty, I'd say.

Just counted. I have one hundred and ten playlists. Royshhh... That is freakish.

And I didn't even realise the music had stopped, I was so engrossed with rambling on and on about two years ago. Which, if you skipped that bit, like I instructed, you won't know about. I've put it back on now.
Omigod, I haven't listened to Regina Spektor in ages. I really do like her. I love her lyrics. I read them before I listened to the album, because ... I don't know actually, there was some thing with iTunes or whatever, but yeah. Lovely.

I can sing a song soooo bluuuuue!

I remember I used to do "Song of the Week". hey, I must'n't have read that whole blog, I was fairly sure I did "Song of the Week" on it. Maybe it was on an older version.
Oh, well, this week I am, still, unable to get over the Juno soundtrack. And ever day or two, a different one is my favourite from it. (Need more Moldy Peaches, by the way. Consult myspace! Also just Kimya Dawson). I would say today it is So Nice, So Smart, and it was yesterday, too. But I am also listening to Tree Hugger a lot too. Basically, the whole thing is FABULOUS and Kimya Dawson is WONDERFUL and she should keep at it!

Oh, more Songs of the Week!
Teenage Dirtbag - Girls Aloud
Sun Goes Down - David Jordan (ahhh, this song is always on - brilliant!)
Human Nature - Michael Jackson
NINE IN THE AFTERNOON - Panic! at the Disco.

I didn't like it at first, then I ended up playing it to absolute death in a matter of days. It's great, now. And Brendon Urie is still unbelievably gorgeous. Wow. When's the album out? Of course, due to my lack of job, how will I pay for it? Well, just have to SMILE! I guess. That's how I paid for the shirt on my back, so to speak. That and wonderful parents.

i can't remember where i found this. but it sums up my life, basically!

Okay, gotta go to dinner.

Sorry about that guys!
The next one will make more sense.


*gameshow "Wrong Answer" noise. But you knew that.

PS : Thank you, to all of my friends who still are just that.

Sunday, 16 March 2008

"I like boys with stronge convictions, and convicts with perfect diction" ... Hurry up, Grace, and get back into it, already!

Sunday, 16 March 2008 6
Hello, hello. I've been terribly crap with this recently, but you know what? I have absolutely no incentive. I don't even know if anyone even reads this due to lack of comment, internet or otherwise. Feedback is always greatly appreciated you know, not so we can all feel special or so you can tell us how wonderful we are or anything like that. It would just be nice to know I wasn't just talking to a metaphorical wall.

That came off a lot harsher than it was supposed to, I'm sorry.

Anyways, I'm trying to touch-type this as practice for typing class, and to just get the hang of it. It's hard for something to come naturally when all you type is stuff like "paula shared the glass flask; all the cats flashed the mast" over and over again.

That tiny paragraph took about five minutes, I'm not surprised I haven't kept this up much.

i cannot remember if i put pictures before i talk about the thing or after. i should be shot, shouldn't it? well, here are brendan gleeson and colin farrell, enjoy.

So, went to see In Bruges. It was fun, particularly as a friend and I brought our takeaways into the cinema, were terrified we would get thrown out, and made quite a mess, with taco mince cheese chips and bits of chicken snackbox all over ourselves. Anyways, it was yummy. And the film was very, very good. I loved it. Don't listen to the haters, unless you are someone who really hated it. But I didn't. Thought it was great. It had EVERYTHING! And I cried, I think the hormones in the chicken must have made me a little emotional, or else it was really sad, which it was. Bits were sad and poignant, but other bits were actully jsut depressing, but I loved it. There was also loads of humour, wonderful Irish jokes, y'know? Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson were brilliant. Especially Farrell, 'cause I always expect very little of him.
And, I spotted her first, Fleur Delacour (aka : Clémence Poésy)! Looking gorgeous, of course. She was really good.

that's her in harry potter.
well, obviously she doesn't dress up as a fresh schoolgirl
in a room full of young witches and wizards in in bruges.
well, you never know.

Best minor character : (obviously) the midget actor, Jimmy. Loved him. You really have to see and make up your mind. Tell me what you thought of it, I'd love to hear if you hated it.

What else? Oh, yes, Old Gracie is going to ball! Wooooh! It's on the 29th of this month - yes, this very month! - and I've been ebaying for dresses. Grace's first time on ebay, oh, it was very exciting! I was very interested in the vintage dresses, there's a good seller called Pink Elephant, and they have very cool vintage stuff. I have my eye on a couple of things, my main one is not vintage, it's new, but I really like it. I will show it to you if and when I win it, okay? Because, well, you know, I might not.

i've won this one, already, not for the ball, i just thought it had potential. dead cheap as well.

Please do not give me ebay advice. I'm getting enough of that from anyone who hears it is my first time using it. It's surprising how I sometimes internally react at being told what to do by people. Like, just really random stuff. Bugs me.

Emm, I hope the size is alright. You know, I have come to expect my clothes not to be in my own size. I mean, in second-hand shops you don't exactly choose, and I just think, if it looks okay, then it fits. I mean, too small is a bigger issue than too big, but I have things that are smaller than my general size (10). Well, more like, I have some size 8 things which fit fine. 'Cos you'd have to go out of your way to find something smaller in most Irish places. But it all depends on the clothes themselves. Like, I dunno if I could wear most 8 jeans, just can't get them up past the old bum. But I have skirts in 8, and tops, of course.
Size shmize, whatever works.

There's a good article in ... some newspaper magazine. You know, like the Irish Times Magazine about the lovely Agyness Deyn. She really is wonderful, isn't she? But it was saying how the fame wasn't just thrust upon her and now suddenly she's this beautiful style icon and wonderful It-Girl model. She worked at it. So tough luck to people who think they're going to get spotted in their school uniform, pouting outside the bookshop, by some world-famous fashion designer or photographer who thinks they are the most stunning creature they've ever seen.

Damn. Heh.

here she is with her "great friend", henry holland.
i love his pants. and want her legs. duhhh.

Okay, okay, something current.

OH! Before I go on, there are people like me in the world. We are not alone. These are two of my newest favourite grammar blogs:

literally, a web log.
the "blog" of "unnecessary" quotation marks

Kindred spirits, and if you are somewhat grammatically* inclined, amuse yourself for a while and relieve boredom. Marvel at the stupidity of some.

Now, this one doesn't make me chortle so much as weep for the human race. I mean, I notice apostrophes used incorrectly when I see them, and I'm sure you know we all see them a lot. A handful of people still haven't grasped the concept. However, when you see so many all in one place, kinda makes the stomach turn :

apostrophe abuse

So, yes, enjoy.

Okay, now, something more about clothes perhaps? Suzie Bubble revealed her inordinate amount of skirts (278) on a recent blog. I was astounded. Whyyy can't I ever find skirts of such calibre? Or even you know ... wearable ones. I'll have to keep my eyes out. Oh, yes, and have money.

I think I could have a whole blog dedicated to my lack of money, and fill up pages and pages of posts with exactly WHY I do not want to get a job. But I could never articulate it in a few sentences. I just don't like the look of any jobs going. I really don't enjoy being bored. I don't enjoy being told what to do. I would hate to work in a small, crap place with like, one mean manager. I would hate to work in a massive hotel with three hundred other girls. I would not like to be changing beds, washing dishes or sitting behind a till. I wouldn't mind doing something office-y but nobody wants a teenager to sit there and type up stuff for them, especially as she hasn't mastered official touch typing with the Home Keys, et cetera. I would love to work somewhere... you know ... easy. It's partly laziness, and partly me clinging to my "freedom". However, work makes money. Money means buying stuff for yourself, which means freedom. All the skirts and CDs I could ever want! Ahh, a glorious existence!
BUT, I know I would end up using it all to pay for the stuff like the Gaeltacht and Barcelona, so my parents wouldn't have to so much. Although, if I'd love to do that, how come I haven't gotten a job yet? I guess in my mind, I would still like to see the rewards for my hard work, in the form of wonderful material possessions which I can look at or wear. Rather than just happiness, and independence and all that. You see, why work for something you already have? NOW I'M NOT JUSTIFYING THAT!!! I'm just saying, I think that may be my subconscious reasoning behind not getting off my ass and getting a job. Which currently is creeping into my .. eh ... conscious. It always does that!
Finally I decided on the perfect solution (from talking with my fellow unemployed peers, who aren't actually unemployed because even they have a source of income) : I will babysit more. Aha! So, do any of you have any children? (NOT BABIES!**) I will mind them! Just give me some money!

In the meantime, I'll have to find ways around the less-than-affluent monetary status. Such as THREADBANGERS!!!

And other things like it:
how to make regular jeans skinny (i will need to try this, and definitely will)
revamping 80s balldresses (this would be great with any of those ebay vintage dresses, and i only saw this after my ebay dash.)
make a wee shoulder bag (would like to do this, once i find the right medium!)
guitar bag!
camera bag!
t-shirt to skirt (omg, i have to do this!)

Okay, so check out that stuff. I have my eye on the t-shirt to skirt one. I may do it. If I can get off my bum-bum, look for a t-shirt (raid Luke's wardrobe, obviously!), blah, blah.

I will put the links to some of those websites in the side there, for later.

As I cannot think of anything else to say, and have been on this for ages, I will leave you!
So, ENJOY THE EASTER HOLIDAYS! St. Patrick's day is tomorrow, and I wish I didn't have to be in the parade, but what can ya do. I'll have to find some green things and wear them. I will take plenty of photos, too. And hopefully, I won't abandon ye until the next time I get bored.

Love and what-have-you,

*hey, I know you probably can't use that in that context, but as you all know, I am the poster girl for the saying "nobody's perfect (unfortunately)" and shut up! I'm allowed to say stuff like that!
**seriously, even though I was joking about minding your personal children, readers, I am completely solemn about my no-babies rule. No nappies, even, so that may include toddlers. That is my only rule, really.

Sunday, 2 March 2008

"Me and Mrs Jones ... We've got a thing going on!" ... Okay, this is it.

Sunday, 2 March 2008 1

Alright, I KNOW, I know. I haven't done a blog in years and years and years and years. And I've actually been really busy, so I should've been blogging the whole time cos I had a lot of stuff to talk about, but hey hey, the catch-22 ensues when I didn't actually want to do one BECAUSE there would be so much to say. It was intimidating, all that catching up I would have to do.

So, I have decided to just skip all of that and take it from here. I'll let you know, I've been just great. The mid-term break, all of that. Work experience was brilliant. Lent is going ... okay. Well ... it's a nightmare. And I keep forgetting it's lent as well, but I remember if I ever feel faintly miserable! usually it's right when that new Channel 4 ad comes on. The one for some chocolate show going on tonight. I might watch it, just to torture myself.
But, I am positive the rewards will be great. I can smell the chocolate now ... mmm. I've been raving that more than the crisps, or even the sweets. Butlers truffles I would LOVE. But it's been tough, especially when everyone's around at someone's house - as you do - and they're all eating all of their precious sweets and crisps and whatnot ...
And I'm in the corner with a packet of Nice Creams.

So, I think we might watch Magicians in a minute. When I finish this very important blog, of course!

Lost is on tomorrow night. Not that you care. I cried at last weeks episode. I dunno why, really, it took a lot out of me. Lost seems to have that effect on me.

Okay, so I got a new skirt yesterday. I'll have to wear it out, but I was just thinking of how I could do so. I haven't taken a picture of it yet, that's work, isn't it! But I was looking at facehunter, and it's quite like the one this lovely pretty Parisian (possibly) is wearing :

So I could just copy her exactly (hehe) or ... y'know. Wear something else. But get this! It's from Penneys! Okay, and to be fair, it cost 15 euro which is sort of steep for there, but total robbery from say .. Topshop. Of course, if it was from Topshop it would be nicer ... but whatever! I've got a few bits of new clothing in the past while. For cheaps, of course.

I think I'll just have to take pictures of outfits I wear if I go out. Don't like just putting them on for this.

Okay, so... JUNO! Hands up if you saw it! Oh my God, it was a beautiful film. Michael Cera and I are getting married. Okay, he doesn't know it yet, but whatever. Ellen Page is AMAZING. Why didn't she get an Oscar? Oh yeah, because Tilda Swinton is A FREAK! I went there. Well, that doesn't make any sense. Well, do I care?!
I loved everyone in it as well. Juno's best friend was hilarious.
For Mother's (Mothers? Mothers'?)* Day we bought her the soundtrack, cos she loved it too, and was talking about getting it. And a potted plant. I've been listening to it all morning, it's amazing. The Moldy Peaches/Kimya Dawson RULES! 'Tire Swing' is the one I'm listening to on repeat right this second. ("I took the Polaroid down in my room, I’m pretty sure you have a new girlfriend" etc, etc.) After that, who knows. Any of them, they are all brilliant. we came out of the cinema singing the songs. And for the week after that everyone was just going "I can't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you! Do do do do do do ..." over and over again!

Look how cool Ellen Page is! And she looked so pretty at the Oscars. I want to be her friend/her.

Well, I'm scanning quickly through threadbanger now. Ohh, this looks cool, how to make a corset. I will watch that later, but it will have to be later, as Mum and Luke are getting sick of waiting for me and having to watch Celebrities Dancing on Ice or whatever instead of the film.

I'll wrap up, so. Hopefully next week will be good. OMG! JUST REMEMBERED! We are having a hat making workshop in school! With a proper hat designer! That will be well good. I'll take some pictures, yeah, and hopefully my hat won't be a total disaster. We're also doing some basket weaving, but I don't think you can have a high-fashion basket...!

Ooh, I feel all lovely inside.

Unfortunately, that's it for now. Don't forget, I will be back, and will have another post very soon. It will be a reason to go on the computer, which for some reason I really haven't wanted to do in ages. I just do not want to stay on it for longer than 10 minutes. But I'll go on bebo and myspace to quickly let people know this is up. As if they will read it.

OH! OUR FILM GOT THROUGH! YES! I wasn't even there, but I am SO PROUD! Limerick, here we come! (freshfilmfestival.net)

see y'all later.



*never sure about that one. I've seen it written every single way. I suppose we'll have to get technical. I would be inclined to say it is the day of all of the mothers, therefore Mothers' Day. Unless it doesn't belong to them, and it's just FOR them, such as Sports day. Mothers Day. I prefer it with the apostrophe after the 's'. One before the 's' makes the least sense, surely? Mother's Day. Whose mother? Just one person's?

We could skip all of the confusion and just say Mothering Sunday!
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