graceful ramblings

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2010-10-24T23:49:00.004+01:00

This is my favourite Jack B Yeats' painting: For the Road. I recently saw it in real life in the National Gallery and burst into tears.

I didn't know paintings could do that*.

Yeah, I don't think I'm going to ever use this blog again, but it was fun. Serving as a memory of something like four years of rambling.
I'm in college now, in Trinity. Drama and Theatre, like I've wanted for a long time now. It's weird, I don't feel as though I've grown up but obviously I have. I've read over old posts on this and can't believe how far I've come without really changing.
That little Junior Cert freaking out about her art project and what to wear to the disco: I'd love to tell her how much everything is going to change but how much she is really going to stay the same.
Thanks to whoever read this, I will doubtlessly be starting a new blog somewhere soon. Maybe I'll buy a camera and get that going. Maybe I'll make it accessible to more than four people. Maybe I'll put some writing up on that. Whatever.

Laters... on.

Grace. xxx

*I don't even like horses.

"I am cold, unfeeling and odd and you should thank God that we are on separate sides of the state..."

2010-09-02T12:58:00.005+01:00

So sick of this right now, I must say.
I know
I haven't posted in ages. because I haven't wanted to.

Maybe if I start a new one. Elsewhere. No offence, blogger.

I don't know. I'm just super bored and this blog makes me sickened with myself, you know?

I loved Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. I have this feeling that it's dividing people down the middle so there I am pinning my colours to the mast. I absolutely loved it. It was hilarious, and yeah, there was a tiny bit too much fighting and I wish I had read the comics. Not that you needed to have read them, but I would like to see where it all came from. Not too late, I suppose.
Also, Michael Cera is my hero and my future husband. Aah.

I just knew Edgar Wright could never go wrong.
Eeeh, what an awesome play on words.

Favourite song at the moment:
The Decemberists - O Valencia!
It's catchy and tragic.

Right, that's it. I may be back. x

"I came to rock at this party, 'cos I can make you feel alright..." Bye, Bebo! And Hello, Yellow Brick Road.

2010-04-16T20:52:00.006+01:00

See what I did? Wow.

I totally forgot to say anything about the Dorothys, aka: Over the Rainbow, the BBC search for a Dorothy for the West End's Wizard of Oz. Well, it's a programme I've been watching and enjoying and if you have been, too, I sincerely recommend this blog. Where was I before Over the Rainbitch? I will be as glued to their scathing take-downs of the contestants (and Andrew Lloyd Webber. And Graham Norton) as I am to the show. Love it.

My dear friend, Megan, of the delightful blog Girls Were Made For Dresses, recently posted a sweet homage to Bebo, the social networking site that is apparently closing forever. It made me go through my 'blog' section of my bebo, now covered in theortectical and virtual dust, which I somehow used simultaneously with another blog and a myspace blog (and then, this). I'm clearly strange.

The most amusing finds I will now repost:

14/06/08
Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
grace hates exam stress!
(Ahahaa. I'm sure one day I will remember what that feels like).

No comment.

14/06/08
where grace lives. I passed a man at a shelter the other day. He was tall and lanky and sunburned, dressed in cut-offs and a soaked blue t-shirt...

14/10/07
We wrote a chat-up line: "You're the Junior Cert, you're easy.
I'm the Leaving cert ... I'm hard!"

AHAHAHAH. Isn't it excellent? Took ages.

Okay, last one. You can't make the following shit up:

28/10/06
My cat is such a tool.

We're minding a budgie, right? And he's REALLY REALLY scared of it.

Rather than hiss at it and try and eat it, every time Theo walks past the bird cage, he lowers his body down on the ground and runs as fast as he can away from the room, all the while looking up at me and miaowing urgently. Like "Miaow! Miaow! *runs* " type of thing.

It's funny to watch. He's such a pussy, if you'll excuse the pun.

04/11/06
Oh god.

He's only gone and killed it.
Don't you dare laugh. Okay. Don't you dare.

Okay, that's all for today. I promise I wil become more interesting, starting now...

Grace.

PS: BERLIN.

"If you kiss somebody then both of you get practice." I said I would...

2010-04-15T23:18:00.004+01:00

...Blog every day. I already forgot that resolve and was about to go to bed. Silly me.

My parents bought me a replacement straightener today in Boots for €14.99. It seems very good. And I'm beginning to think that this whole straightener thing is all a conspiracy. I mean, it's no GHD but my hair is straight now. I can't complain.

I have a good French idiom for that but I have forgotten it.

I am incredibly nervous about tomorrow. My exam, that is. Not just the day that is Friday, which is normally a cause for celebration.

Okay, songs I'm listening to at the moment?

You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby - The Smiths

I Want You - Elvis Costello

Let's Go Surfing - The Drums

and that really annoying but really catchy emo-y Irish song they're playing every morning on Colm and Jim-Jim. "Shouldn't let yourself get so drunk..." That one. Luke would kill me if I downloaded it but I can't stop singing it.

Those are a few pictures* of Lady Gaga and her oily back-up dancers at the O2 in Dublin. I took LOADS and then my camera broke. I fell spectacularly running for a bus to Dun Laoighre. Not cool.

Oh, speaking of, I won't have a camera until... well, until someone buys me one, I suppose. It's so sad.

Tomorrow I'm booking my flight to Berlin for this summer. Has anyone actually been there like, ever? No-one seems to know much about what we'll do!

Bye. xxx

*Sorry they came out so small.

"Since when were you so generous and inarticulate?" ... Shane got a new blog. Other things happened, too.

2010-04-14T17:49:00.010+01:00

It's called Obsessive Behaviour and you can read it here.

It's very good and he's very cool. You should probably read it now, as chances are he will update it more frequently and with more interesting posts than I could ever provide. I'll add it to the blogroll.

In other news, Saoirse, of the blogs swall and swequence, got into Central St. Martin's, London, to study art next year. AHHH! It's very good news. It's nigh* impossible to get a place there, but she has managed because she is awesome.

As you would know, if you'd ever seen her blogs, her work or her.

Bigging up my mates today, it seems.

I saw Kick-Ass in the cinema last weekend. I am not going to review it as my OTHER friend (oh, yeah, another new blog here) and Shane have already written excellent reviews (here and here) on their blogs for the film. And to be honest, there is nothing I could say about it that they already haven't: it rocks! I noticed, however, that both chaps neglected to mention the sheer beauty of the film's star, Aaron Johnson.

I didn't realise I was allowed to think he was beautiful until I came out of the cinema and the other girls were also gushing about him. Apparently he was in the Angus, Thongs... movie. I didn't see it. I'm sure I am the last to discover this hottie. I always am. You all probably know his fiancée, Sam Taylor Wood, director of Nowhere Boy in which he also starred, is nearly forty-five. And pregant with his child. (Ew. I know age is just a number, but... still...)

However, another slight difference between our experiences of this film would probably be that my male friends did NOT (seemingly) spend half of the film gagging, whimpering, hyperventilating and hiding their eyes. The amount of violence and horrific murders and shootings and stabbings and samurai swords... Hold me. You know when they say "This is not for the faint-hearted..."? They are talking about me. Kick-Ass is so gory. I will say now that it is disgusting in a genuinely funny way, and when I wasn't trying not to vomit, I was choking with laughter. Go and see it, would ya?

I also went to another ball. I wore a green dress that someone gave me last year and tried to get used to my new haircut. Oh, yes; I got a haircut. It's a lot shorter.

This is my friend, Aoife, and me with my new short hair. And Gary's hand. Can't see the dress at all, which is a shame.

I wonder is there anything that I can talk about which is interesting? As far as music goes, I've been pretty much solidly listening to musical soundtracks (Little Shop of Horrors, West Side Story, Chicago, Wicked, Company...) and Elvis Costello. It totally works. I should get new things, though: read new books, rather than old ones from the library, and listen to new CDs rather than download old ones. Because then when someone says "Oh, do you like Pies and Pants, that new NME band?" I won't know what to say because I am Behind The Times.

The newest album I've got is 'Sigh No More' by Mumford & Sons. I've heard people saying they are a bad version of Fleet Foxes (whom I truly love) and I've heard people singing madly along to their singles at the ball (see above, green dress; keep up), and I've heard their lead singer saying that he doesn't really care about albums, he's all about live gigs. With that in mind, I've been enjoying it. I'll admit now that I haven't given it a good proper I-promise-to-only-focus-on-you-new-album-and-nothing-else listen, and so some of it sounded same-y to me. However, I love Marcus Mumford's country-ish growl. Is it wrong that they remind me of the Saw Doctors? It's cool. I'm in the mood for a barn dance. Favourite song so far: Dustbowl Dance. That's good, so it is.

Wow, no wonder Q Magazine have never responded to my many job applications.

I am also very excited Glee is back on tonight. Yes, I watch Glee. Chances are I am not going to get any work done for my French oral exam (this Friday; part of the real Leaving Cert; hideously unprepared). It feels like a Friday and looks like summer.

It is, in a way. It's student summer. First bit of warmth and everyone's got their jumpers off - the TY students have gone so far as to tie their blouses up in that music video way. The bin outside Centra was full of nothing but ice-cream wrappers yesterday. It's cute how excited we get when the temperature goes over 13 degrees.

Of course, for us, it's about enjoying nice weather while we can, before it becomes our tormentor. Exams weather. It waits to get really beautiful until you're stuck in a sweltering classroom for two weeks, then it stops before you even reach the beach. Sad.

As always, if you just can't get enough of me**, follow me on twitter. I don't use it enough, only in very erratic bursts whereby I clog up everyone's feed so all they can see is me, but it's the reason I don't use this ever. It's made everything micro and now it's like, why would I want to exceed 140 characters?

CLOTHES. Haven't bought any in ages.

I went as Lady Gaga to a fancy dress competition our No Name Club had. Nobody knew who I was, even though I had Coke cans and everything. Oh well.

now that I see it I see it looked quite bad. But there was a dress and fishnets and stuff and... oh, never mind.

I really like that woman. Did I mention anything about her concert? I don't even remember. I talked about it in this post, but after having seen it I never brought it up again. C'était formidable. I've got pictures.

I'll be back. I have so many ideas and things to say. Playlists I want to talk about. And books. Oh, and photos from the Lady Gaga concert, if you aren't friends with me on Facebook. Which you are.

bye!

xxx

*I just wanted to say 'nigh'.

**Inevitable.

"Nó an bhfuil mé ró-ciniciúil ar mhaith liom féin?" ... SEACHTAIN NA GAEILGE!

2010-03-14T10:57:00.004Z

(Happy Seachtain na Gaeilge, everybody!

Click here for the Google translate page for this blog. However, as we all know, Google translate is incredibly crap.)

B'fhéidir go raibh a fhios agat go bhfuil an-suim agamsa sa Ghaeilge. Agus Seachtain na Gaeilge atá ann. Táim chun mo dhícheall a dhéanamh chun póstáil a dhéanamh as Gaeilge gach lá den seachtain seo.

Ar aon nós, níl go leor ama agam inniú, toisc gur "Lá na Máthar"* é. Agus caithfidh mé cárta a dhéanamh go sciopaigh.

So. Is Seachtain na Gaeilge í agus is dóigh liom go bhfuil gach duine in ann an cúpla focal a rá. Tá Lá Fhéile Phádraig (17ú Márta) ag teacht! Smaoinigh ar do laethanta i mbunscoil (más mian leat!).

Bain trial as! Mothóidh tú mar Ghaelach ceart, geallaim duit. :)

Agus gabh mo leithscéal le h-aghaidh aon bhotúin gramadaigh nó pé rud sa blog sin. Táim fós ag foghlaim. :)

Cúpla nascanna:

www.snag.ie

www.irishdictionary.ie

www.nosmag.com

Slan libh!!

Grace.

xxx

"I get all da nutz." We made yet another video.

2010-03-09T19:44:00.003Z

Well done to Seán, our director, who made this possible and who actually recorded us talking about nuts for about ten years...

I promise I'll write properly soon.
Grace.
x

PS: I just watched it. I don't remember it being so embarrassing.

formspring.me

2010-02-15T00:08:00.001Z

got a problem? i'm like the chemistry lab, i've got all the solutions. http://formspring.me/graceknowsstuff

"I drank sixteen beers and started up a fight..."

2010-02-10T12:23:00.004Z

Another video I made is on Youtube.

I was unaware of it. Anyways, this was supposed to be for a 60-second competition where you don't edit or have more than one camera angle or anything but then I changed my mind which I hope will explain things. It did get to the final of Fresh* in Limerick, though. Didn't win anything, but still.

Of course, props to Kayla as she narrates and stars in it. And GASP (which is our production company as you will see at the end). And Seán and Chris.

Seán's Youtube channel is something worth looking at, as the two guys are in a band and frequently post (in my opinion) hilarious videos.

http://www.youtube.com/user/Igorspills

That's all I really have to say. The Mocks are going terribly. Today I am going to study History for tomorrow as I know everything that is coming up on the paper but will probably still fail.

Byee!

*http://www.freshfilmfestival.net/

"Together we'll depopulate Straide."

2010-01-31T11:44:00.005Z

"You are sad." the Knight said in an anxious tone: "let me sing you a song to comfort you."
"Is it very long?" Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.
"It's long." said the Knight, "but it's very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing it -either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -"
"Or else what?" said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.
"Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called 'Haddocks' Eyes.'"
"Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?" Alice said, trying to feel interested.
"No, you don't understand," the Knight said, looking a little vexed. "That's what the name is called. The name really is 'The Aged, Aged Man.'"
"Then I ought to have said 'That's what the song is called'?" Alice corrected herself.
"No you oughtn't: that's another thing. The song is called 'Ways and Means' but that's only what it's called, you know!"
"Well, what is the song then?" said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered.
"I was coming to that," the Knight said. "The song really is 'A-Sitting On a Gate': and the tune's my own invention."

So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then slowly beating time with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle, foolish face, he began.

From "Alice Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll

I was asked yesterday why I bother to write this because it must take a really long time to write it and takes even longer to read it.

This is true.

But the reason I write blogs is actually because I need to constantly talk and say things and have people hear them. I know this. As do you. I also know most of what I say is totally uninteresting but I don't really mind. In truth, the blog is more for my own benefit than yours, dear Reader(s)*

So, with that in mind... I don't actually have time to say anything else.

I blame Twitter for blogging becoming less appealing.

Grace.x (God, I love ducks).

*The 's' is brackets because it really is likely there's just the one!

Unfair.

2010-01-28T20:25:00.003Z

So, I've been thinking about this side-project for a while (cos, like, what do you do when you have a blog you update totally irregularly - and almost never now thanks to constant exams - but start an extra one?).

Anyways, I'm stil thinking about it, but basically it was going to be called Hyperbole and look at this.

http://hyperbole.blogspot.com/

Someone from 9 years ago who made one post shouldn't be allowed to hold onto that.

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas."

2010-01-15T19:15:00.005Z

Hello, again!

it's Friday already, can you believe it? I have no plans, but, to be honest, there's no point making them as I told my parents I wasn't going out again until Lady Gaga.

Did I mention I was going to see her in February? Yes! It's very exciting. I know that people are very divided on Lady Gaga, but I love her. I love her music and I do think that, nut job as she is, she's pretty awesome. I think it's going to be a great gig. Feel free to argue, but this (I decided to pick a song with a video that you mightn't have heard on iRadio every two hours) makes me feel kind of summery!

So, that's that. I'm not going out. Until the 21st of February. After that, I'll go mad and then I'll start again. That's the plan, anyways. And because I'm not going out I've decided this week will be for organising. My books need rearranging: I think alphabetically might make me feel slightly better.
I used to love re-organising my CDs.

(not like this, but that would be cool).

But then, I kind of... stopped buying CDs. I still do, but not with the same frequency (honestly, they're so dear I end up only buying them HMV sales and downloading everything else), and once they're uploaded onto iTunes I never really look at them again. Sad but true. I used to buy a CD, stick it on my CD player and sit down with the lyrics book and listen to it about fifty times. Things sink in that way.
Then you get sick of it and get a new one! A simpler time. Then again, my music library is constantly expanding and my iPod is one of my favourite things in the world, and music hasn't changed in any way just because CDs are pretty much a thing of the past.* Like I said in my last post, nostalgia is misleading.

I've been reading! This is good news. I feel as though I hadn't had time to read at all for a while there. But I've been determined to keep buying new books and it's working well. I bough Vikas Swarup's second book AGES ago and only got around to reading it recently.

You may remember him as the author of Q&A, which you may remember as the book which inspired the film Slumdog Millionaire. Which you really should remember.

So, anyways, Six Suspects was brilliant! If you liked Q&A (seriously, read that book) you will definitely like this. It's set in India, too, and deals with so many of the same themes. My first thought was that it was like a book version of Cluedo, set in India! However, it's so much more intricate than Cluedo, as you would hope from a novel.

Vicky Rai, an important A-list business mogul and shady character is shot and killed at his own party. Among the hundreds of guests - including known criminals, politicians and Bollywood stars - six are found carrying guns and immediately become suspects. These are our six characters and a very mixed bunch indeed. However, the novel does not chronicle the police investigation or anything like it. Instead, it goes back and shows us, chapter-by-chapter, their background stories, told from several different points of view. We are introduced to loads of different and colourful characters along the way and brought on this crazy journey all around the high society and shady underbelly of India, all the while trying to work out exactly who shot Mr. Burns. I mean, Rai.

Just like Q&A, it was brilliantly written and, once I got into, it I was totally hooked and had to just read and read - my homework going by the wayside - until I finished it. It was totally different, and had none of the clichés you might expect from a murder mystery. Except, of course, a kerazy twist.

And now I've been re-reading Lewis Carroll. Namely, Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. I go to read one of his other stories and I chicken out! But, honestly, Through the Looking Glass is one of my favourite books of all time. And I don't say that lightly. Okay, I do, but this time I mean it. It will be... interesting to see what Tim Burton does with my -precious - story. I loved Charlie and the Chocolate Factory but, from what I've read and heard, this is going to be incredibly different.

But different's good, too. I sort of took on somebody today who said that Johnny Depp plays the same character in every film. It's not true! Or if it is... it's not this fault! He's an incredibly actor. It has to be said.

Saoirse and I noticed that over the Christmas our number of tweets (on Twitter) practically doubled. Not good.

Speaking of, she's got a new song. I think it's super cool. Makes me wanna go into a dark room with just weird flashing lights and my hair all long and walk up to a camera with a fisheye lens, if you get me?

Haven't got much more to say, just thought I'd try and keep up with posting on this. I have loads more to say, I just can't think of it. Sometimes I'll hear something and go, "oh I'll put that on the blog", but then I never remember it after. But, I don't know, perhaps I should make this slightly more visual. Ah, whatever. Oh, I just remembered a video I want to find and put up there^.

I remember another thing but I think I'll wait for next time.

Laters... on. x

*Correct me if I'm wrong, I'm speaking generally. Maybe you still do things the proper way.

"I'm not proud that nothing must seem easy about me" ... Very quick.

2010-01-13T14:37:00.003Z

Okay, so this is just very brief. I'm thinking of when I was younger and every post I would do would be so cryptic. And - oh my God - myspace blogs! I used to use my myspace blog to be all cryptic and say things about my "feelings" that no-one would understand.

Hahaha!

I just tried to sign into myspace, but I must have deleted it, because it won't let me. On any of my email addresses. Oh, I just remembered one more that I have.

Didn't work.

So, anyways, I just wanted to say I think I'm going to fail my Leaving Cert because I'm a really bad student; if you meet my first-year self, don't tell her, because it would break her heart. I was such a good little kid back then. Even when I did my Junior Cert, I didn't work very hard but I worked. My parents didn't resent me, then, either.

But I don't believe in getting too nostalgic about things. You get this rosy view, which just isn't representative of how you felt at the time. I would hate to be twelve again. I didn't really enjoy it then! I know that much. Now I've got awesome friends - and I'm taller! - and I'm growing up and it's good. It's just not that fun right now. This second.

Another thing: I think I'm going to stop having my blog posts fed to my Facebook notes. It unnerves me.

I keep getting stressed or worried about things I can't control like Haiti or global warming, but I think life would be easier if I turned into those school people. People who only care about school and points, homework and past papers, essays and... I don't know. Sample answers.

Ew.

So, everyone reading: hope you both enjoyed the extended holiday! I did, can't complain about that. I can, on the other hand, complain about myself. You guys can do that, too: complain about me. It's kind of fun.

I just found this picture:

It's helpful for me, too, not just Father Dougal!

So, anyways, bye!

"Throw your hands up at me!" JEDWARD DIRECT MESSAGE SCREENCAP

2010-01-06T12:35:00.003Z

That is what they had to say about this video.

"I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth." I felt like I should do this.

2010-01-05T21:39:00.005Z

So, messed about with Saoirse (blog) and Sally (blog) putting on fancy get-up and taking photos and making our first lip-sync video (here) the last day. It was a lot of fun! Although I must say I don't see my modelling career going anywhere, unless they actually like someone who'll just continually laugh and pull stupid double-chin faces. Nevertheless, here are three pictures from the day in which I appear (see their blogs for the other ones, which are better; I just thought I would actually put up ones with me):

I should probably have taken it more seriously.

Anyways, so maybe you've watched the video now. Are we a little late into the teenage girls lip-syncing in a bedroom genre of Youtube videos? Maybe. The video has been described as "hilarious" (mostly by us), "really weird" (that's Luke there), "funny!" (by others), "confusing", etc...

However.

(If you are familiar with twitter) @planetjedward, AKA: John and Edward, directly messaged me to say that it was "soo cool!"

So there! No lyin'!

That's all. :D

"Everyone's a little queer, why can't she be a little straight?" Not really a post.

2010-01-02T19:07:00.003Z

Oh my, I've been reading my diary from when I was twelve. Yeah. That is something I am never going to publish. But it serves to amuse me. My train of thought isactually more on track now than it was then, if you can believe it.

"Well, my birthday's not for six months so I can decide then where we go. It doesn't matter now. But I really only want to go a restaurant. But it doesn't matter. My hair looks nice now I got it cut. I'm so cool. Today we went to the cinema to see the Lizzie McGuire movie. She is our idol. Oh, I have a cat!"

Anyways, that's not what I came here to talk about. Just some people I know all made new blogs. I think they are going to be very good. You should read them right now.

girls were made for dresses - that's Megan's.

swequence - another one Saoirse's done, which is just visual stuff.

Ello world, it's me!'s Blog - another friend, Emma.

Bookmark them all. I'm going to stick them on the blogroll soon. Comment here with your blog if I forgot it, or other good ones.

Byee.

And follow me on twitter for the occasional stupid thought for the day or micro-rant.

@graceknowsstuff

PS: Happy New Year!

"You know what you did wong and Christmas... Christmas is cancelled this year." Thats not true. IT'S CHRISTMAS!!

2009-12-30T18:59:00.005Z

Well, it's Christmas time.

So. I have played the Sims3 to exhaustion this Christmas. Well, not to exhaustion as I know I will never tire of it, but I have played with two Young Adults who are now on their way out, their friends dropping like flies.

I am telling you this to show how productive I have been this week. Yes, not very, unless you count getting your 'Virtuoso' Sim to the top of the musical career. Which I think is very productive, but that's not really the issue: I haven't done a jot of work. I spent a long time tidying my room and changing my stuff pile back into what it was originally (a desk) and organising books and realising I had left lots of important things at school like the genius I am. But I haven't actually done anything.

Maybe that's what the Christmas break should be about, but I've had dreams already of going into school with nothing done and getting a bollocking.

So, needless to say, Santa was good. Well, my brother Luke, who got me the Sims. I mostly got dresses and bracelets, nothing too big or fancy. Which I was happy with. I got the only present I asked for : Cluedo, and was excessively excited about that! But it is fun. Next time anyone is around my house, expect to be made find out "whodunit"*.

I have nothing interesting to say, as usual. I really love Christmas, and winter in general. I know the roads have been really bad, but hasn't it been just lovely? The cold air, the dark evenings, the snow! Also, lights and trees and biscuits... And dressing up! Going out! Even though I haven't really been out that much, or enough. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, which is interesting. I'm spending the day collecting money in the bitter cold and recession and am convinced we won't get anything. And I don't know really how my night will be spent, any ideas? Preferably free ones.

Hamlet starring David Tennant on St. Stephen's Day on BBC was the best thing I ever saw**. Watch it if you can.

Well, I'm off. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you.

xxx

*Oh, ho, I am so witty.

**Yeah, please don't call me on my hyperbole every single time I use it. It should be the tagline on this blog, and perhaps on my face as well. I am sick of people correcting me when I exaggerate.

Ooh. I shouldn't get so mean. I will make a joke.

I mean, just because people have given out to me a million times about it doesn't mean I'm gonig to stop!

That was bad.

"I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes..." Revival.

2009-11-07T11:38:00.003Z

What better a time to resurrect the blog than I time where I (should) have virtually no time to do anything other than study?

I don't have much to say.

Saw Up last night. If you haven't seen it you've probably heard from everyone you know that has and read in every review how bloody wonderful it is and you might be sick of hearing about it. Nevertheless, you MUST go and see it! Oh my God, what an incredible film. So, maybe I was just in emotional mood that day (I was) but about ten minutes in tears were streaming down my face and if I hadn't stopped every few minutes to laugh hysterically at the hugely funny scenes in this film, I would've cried solidly until the end. A large group of us went to see it and as it turned it, after the lights came on and the credits faded (we always stay until the very end), a few of the other girls were all blotchy and whimpering, too. I couldn't believe it was only us that had been moved to tears!

For those of you who haven't seen the ads (not as though the ads give you any idea of what it's like), Up is the story of an old man named Carl, living on his own in a changing world, who decides it's time to take to the skies: he attaches a thousand helium balloons to the chimney of his house and laughs as he floats up and away. However, Carl gets some surprise at the young and terrified Boy Scout trapped on his porch, who he ends up stuck with. The pair become tangled up in one massive airborne adventure on which they encounter some hilarious creatures, including a "talking" dog and a huge, colourful bird named Kevin.

I don't know if I feel like really reviewing it fully (besides, I'd end up giving loads away), but let's just say it is unmissable. Like I said, it is incredibly funny, so sweet and perfect for anyone of any age. If you've got (or ever had): grandparents, a spouse, a child, or a heart this film will affect you. You might even cry your eyes out if you're anything like me*

I'm going to be late for me us, better run. Oh, and I got nothing done on my History project. Of course.

Grace.

*an emotional wreck, if you were wondering.

"But my smile still stays on..." What could this be about?

2009-07-14T16:22:00.002+01:00

Oh, yes, it's the annual Stagewise round-up. Only, for some reason I don't feel like writing all about it. Possibly because it was my third, best, and last year and I may just break down into tears. Not really joking. I loved it all so much, even the bits like singing and dancing, which I am bad at! I volunteered in acting class, finally. I did whatever I could, including the Jive (which we got right at last, and just in time!). I got a nosebleed - that was annoying. I was a curly-haired kelptomaniac, a psychopathic schoolteacher and an Australian-loving runaway with a lesbian best friend. I represented how to be sensual, slippery, how to brush one's teeth erotically and how to be Russian Ivy (there's vodka invovled, I wouldn't get into the specifics). I was picked as a volunteer to just 'walk into the space'. There were visual aids. Our final show was an emotional roller coaster for the audience and the cast, and the finale song (Show Must Go On) is on YouTube, although I don't really see you going off and watching it.

Let's just leave it at: I had the best week ever, and I wish it didn't have to end, but it did.

Also, I'm going off to the Gaeltacht on Sunday. Should be good. Haven't packed a single thing and there is so much I still need to get.

Harry Potter's coming out on Wednesday. I wonder how much they will destroy the book this time.

Oh, and I most insane night ever last night, out and around galway city. That was madness. I'll be vague, and go. Camping tonight!

"....Tógfaidh an grian slán mé?" ...Gaeilge, y'know. Just for the craic.

2009-06-23T16:23:00.005+01:00

So I was on the radio* last night, banging on about the Gaeltacht. Embarrassing myself left, right and centre no doubt. It was kinda fun though. I got a call in the middle of the day from the researcher, asking me if I would go on as they were doing a kind of special based on what to bring to the Gaeltacht. Just because I had texted in the night before. So, it's easier than one would think, getting on the air. And it wasn't like I sort of phoned them up out of the blue, demanding to be allowed to speak (which I was sort of planning on doing), they chose me! Somehow.

We couldn't get over how big a deal people thought it was, though. I got about ten texts in two mintues go "Oh my God....!!!" or "You said 'hi' to meee on the radio!" even though it was fairly unspectacular. In fact, and unsurprisingly, I would have gone on for much longer. I would have gone forever, about anything. I've heard I'm hard to shut up. At least, I think that's what people are saying, I never really let them finish!

Anyways, it's Bonfire Night apparently. I am slightly ashamed to say I am still in my pyjamas, as I spent the morning and up-to-now of the afternoon reading My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult. Incidentally, a great way to get me to finally read a book is to make a film of it. I cannot stand seeing the film if I haven't read the book. It doesn't sit well with me, not being able to complain about how much they have changed everything. From the ads** I thought it would be very soppy and sweet and heart-rending, but it's quite dark. And I've cried about fifty times; I am such a girl.

To sum up, I've been wasting my day and have no plans for tonight. Any good bonfires happening?

My camera cable is still lost, but I am now accepting donations. Please, buy me a new one!

Just realised I haven't eaten yet. It's twenty to four. This is not good.

Another pointless post! Ciao.

*It was only iRadio before you get too excited. On iTalk which I listen to every night, practically.

**see! It's happening already. Damn you, Hollywood.

"Give us a wink and make me think of you..." ...Work?

2009-06-21T22:47:00.004+01:00

So, I never thought it would happen, but I had my first (and most likely, only) bit of work for the summer last weekend.

It was rather fun, doing footfall reports* and interviewing tourists for the Chamber of Commerce. There was a Shopping Weekend on in Westport, which basically means all the shops put on loads of deals, but most of them weren't great. 'Spend over €50 and get a free wristband with two coupons'-kinda thing. But, anyways, I got to annoy pretty much every visitor into our beautiful, boring town with surveys! Amongst other errands. The entire three days got me thinking : work is fun!** But really, I don't think I'm likely to get anything else. If you've got a job for someone who's going to be gone for another month of our rapidly disappearing summer, please throw it this way.

But the interviews! They were... terrifying. When the French people shouted at me in French saying they didn't understand English, that made me sad! Especially as I met my french teacher ten minutes later who was appalled I didn't immediately turn on (what she must think is) my amazing fluency of the French language. I must say now that it doesn't exist. Confronted by actual French teenagers (the adults who would speak to me understood me very well) the only translating I managed to do was "Ehh, like, les loisirs...?" and "Les poubelles!". However, she didn't seem to accept that they don't want to hear your pitiful attempt at their language. Unless you are, like her, a fluent French speaker.

Although, it was mostly fear, too. And severe discomfort at being hopeless at something that they were all very good at. (Well, obviously, it's their native language.)

Where am I going with this? Oh, yes, friends of mine discovered that my little temporary job was an excellent way of meeting young American tourists. Namely boys, and namely gorgeous ones. I felt incredibly bad for them in their shorts and t-shirts: it poured much of Saturday. So they ran up to me when they had spotted some lads from the USA, armed themselves with my surveys and turned on the charm. This technique only worked twice, as they came up with it very late in the day, but it was pretty nice while it lasted. There was something very polite and almost wide-eyed about them, everything about Ireland seems to amaze them! It was so sweet. The girls in question had also met some groups of Americans the night before out about the town, and had become rather obsessed! It was decided that "we put the 'us' in USA!" would be the pick-up line from then on. It was a pretty weird weekend.

Can't really be bothered to write much more. How pointless.

*Standing on the street for an hour (at two key points of the day) with a clicker (remember the Lynx ad campaign?) going every time someone passed me. The kind of stuff I have no problem with doing all day long.

**It had dawned on me since that work isn't actually delivering orange balloons to every business in Westport for three hours, really it has. I wish it were. (Subjunctive?) Give me some mindless filing or more interviews to do, and I would do that for the summer. I think. I have a very short attention span though, I'd probably just...

"If you can't make your mind up, we'll never get started." ...Summer!

2009-06-01T10:48:00.007+01:00

So, it's summer and my ear is itchy.

Those two things aren't necessarily linked... But if they are it will totally ruin my day.

So, another friend started a blog. I'm officially 'tipping' it to be good. Bookie's favourite. Or whatever. I'm not a bookie, so I don't know where I got the right to officially tip things. Anyways, Eoin's in America while writing so there'll be actual stuff of interest in it. AMOTTC is what it is. Go there.

Now, back to summer. Wow, it is such gorgeous weather. And it's only the end of May. Oh, no, it's actually the first of June. But seriously, this is brilliant. Even though we don't know how long it will last, it's pretty nice while it's here. You should all follow my lead and kit yourself out in revealing shorts and mum's sunglasses (which are from the actual 80s which is cool, but are also incredibly scratched, hindering sight, which isn't AS cool).

It's strange. I thought I was going to collapse with nirvana when Fifth Year ended. Now I wouldn't be getting up before eight every morning, then coming home and crying with tiredness. Not to mention the guilt and stress that is often linked with dodging as much work as possible. Alternatively, but far less regularly, we've also got the exhaustion from staying up all night doing an essay or studying for a test. But, like I said, not a very regular occurrence.

However, the very day after our last day of school for a whole three months, I found myself wandering around our house thinking, "What the hell do I do now?!". This is the girl who devoted time to complaining about school, about work, about Fifth Year. I ended up alphabetising books, decorating folders, writing stuff for our films, sorting out all my notes, and now writing a blog which I sorely neglected for pretty much the entire year.

I'm institutionalised!

I've become fixated on coming up with little projects, and on Thursday just kept thinking about what we would have been doing and how I much I missed it.

There's something wrong with me, right?

I think I'm slowly ironing it out, and I know in about two weeks I won't care about anything anymore. Which, obviously, isn't great. I'm going to read about a thousand books, I'm already decided on that.

I was halfway through The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien, which was indeed brilliant, but I lost it! I put it down on the grass in the Crescent, then either forgot to put it back into my bag or someone else put it in theirs. Either way, I don't have it anymore. And that makes me sad. Also, it wasn't even mine, my mother borrowed it from one of her friends ages ago.

It's back to Great Expectations, that stupid tome, which cleverly succeeded in pretending to be a lot shorter that it so clearly is. Because I had been reading it for about five months, and got about three chapters in. And I am not a slow reader. But I keep going back to it, and reading about one page a week. I think the people who read some of it every week in a magazine or whatever don't know how well they had it.

I was supposed to put pictures on the computer but I think I have also lost the cable which connects the camera to it.

Films-wise, our production company, GASP, have a couple of projects at the moment. Having recently gotten to the finals of Fresh Film with the film 'An Awkward Moment', we're planning on moving on to bigger and better things. Or, at least, possibly winning something, one of these days. So, we've got a script in from an outside source, which we will put into action pretty soon. On top of that, just for our own fun, we're editing the film 'Niamh's Super Sweet Eighteenth', a parody of the hit MTV show, but full of our own weirdness and inside jokes which we love, but isn't exactly going to win an Oscar.

We also recently came first in our school (again) for the Google SketchUp 'Town of Tomorrow' competition. You can probably find us lurking about the internet.

Basically, we're deadly.

this is a silly picture of me and saoirse whilst

filming ' an awkward moment' in her house.

i have loads but this is the only one with people

i'm allowed to have pictures of. officially.

once again, something officialised by me.

We went to the beach yesterday, it was lovely. I was 'body boarding'. This is a kid who up until a two or three years ago would not go into the sea. And would cry if made to. Now I'm all "WHOOOOOO THE SEA!". Except, it was so cold. I was crying and whining like a dog. Which made my friend take off his rash vest and give it to me, I'm so horrible. However, the water is so cold it numbs you from the cold. It's a 'vicious circle'!

We took a load of ridiculous pictures, but like I've mentioned, camera y computer = no communicado.

The final thing I have to say is to do with drama. I recently auditioned for a play, and got a part! Oh, yes! It's called 'Multiplex'' by Christopher William Hill (yeah, no-one's heard of it...). My character's called Whizz. Whereas there aren't technically any main characters, the play is way more focused on three or four of the boys so you could definitely say they are. And the girls aren't as important. Nevertheless, mine is one of the more important girls, so that's cool! I get to be all slutty. Which, of course, is fun. And it's a lot of fun, because it's mostly people from my drama group that are in it. It's a brilliantly hilarious play, with tonnes of swearing which we all, of course, love, but most of it is being cut. It's going to be on in the Linenhall in November (I know, ages away), but you better come.

This summer is going to be fun.

I'm back obsessed with Regina Spektor. Top buzzin' tunes.

Sorry that was so boring.

later.

grace.

xxxx.

...And another thing.

2009-04-30T17:58:00.004+01:00

I'm terrible.

But check this out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aOTtK_Id8Y

We're trying to get a thousand views on this video, for no real reason. It was taken at our friend's party, and it's our friends' band (they're actually really good, you just can't really make it out in this...).

They're called the Russian Delingquents (yes, that 'g' is "meant" to be there!) and that's enough plugging (and mindless blogging) for a while!

"Monsters are evil and they do things for their own satisfaction."

Not much today.

2009-04-30T16:59:00.002+01:00

That will be all for today.

"We were just two jerks playing with matches, 'cause that's all they knew how to play.." ...Hello! (Mostly about Twilight vs. Harry Potter. )

2009-04-28T09:17:00.011+01:00

Saoirse says hello.
It's computers again. Aha. I bet you didn't think the posts would be coming this quickly, did you?! Even though my entire readership is sitting right beside me!

She just said "Ey!". I think this is a futile and pointless task, as it's too early in the day for me to be thinking or to be forming sentences the right way. If that makes sense. Yesterday morning my History teacher shouted at me for saying 'sort of'. Which was weird.

We're reading about the "Twi-Hards" and the Anti-Twilight 'wars'. Apparently those annoying freaky Twilight fan-girls have started attacking people - literally, attacking them - in their defence of the series. Allegedly, someone had acid thrown in their face for telling a "Twi-Hard" (as they are calling themselves) that he didn't care about Twilight. Although, who knows how true all this is? However, it's hilarious, as the people who are so vocal in their hatred of the books/films/Edward Cullen are AS funny as the people who are obsessed.

http://applesparkles.wikia.com/wiki/
This seems to be a website dedicated to hate of Twilight, which is quite funny. Although we've read people seriously suggest Stephanie Meyer uses the books to brainwash us with Mormon ideals, which may be taking it too far!

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20081104222320AAHgRLk
One of many people who is literally unable to think of anything better than Twilight. (Oh, and quite rightly, dear).

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090419001536AADsqAv
Normality. I've heard people say otherwise.

Moving on...
I have nothing else to say, really.
Something to do with clothes!
Britain's Next Top Model and The Model Agent (ie: Ireland's Next Top Model) are running at around the same time. But whatever. Let the bitching begin.
Oh, and the modelling, I guess!

We're looking at http://manbabies.com
It's freaky and hilarious.

Most pointless post EVAHH!
xxxx

"I remember golden days when all this was a mystery..." ...Told you.

2009-04-23T12:01:00.005+01:00

I told you I would post in computers class! Right now we're looking at pictures of Jeremy Paxman ("He'd give you a good seeing to," reckons our friend, Niamh) as a young man.

And for some reason it's not letting me put up any pictures. Saoirse beside me is looking at dresses on net-a-porter.

Soo, I don't really think this is the most ideal situation for a blog. Seeing as I have no ideas and keep looking at the lovely dresses Saoirse's sighing over. I will post some of them. These are all Christopher Kane, she tells me!

I love this one - it's soo cool: http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/46164

http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/41412

They're all really nice anyways. Oh the bell's gone, what a total waste of time! :)

"I've got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies.." Not a post!

2009-04-23T00:00:00.003+01:00

Hey, it's late and, as the title may suggest, this isn't actually a post. Not in my terms. I know I haven't written in a while and when I do it's sporadically at best, so ... Sorry? This blog is so off-putting. Imagine, I have to write it!

Anyways, trying to get back into it. Just even some sort of regular, short posting thing. With maybe something of interest to someone besides me, and maybe a couple of pictures. You may notice I now have a banner, although it looked nice when it wasn't up and now I hate it. Haha. What can you do?*

Here are some pictures from Saoirse's "kerazy themed!" 17th last weekend, where she was dressed as a bride and Shane painted everyone's faces. I was in this red dress I bought off eBay, but a full length picture of me in it, I have yet to find. So - alas. But enjoy these, I - possibly - couldn't have found stranger ones.

I am enjoying a chocolate bar, still savouring every waking now-it's-no-longer-Lent minute.

I'm sure there is plenty I could say that would be of interest, such as some things about new clothes I've gotten recently (not much) or music I'm liking (ukulele stuff. Still learning!)... Or what book I'm reading (Mystery Man by [Colin] Bateman).

But, as I've said, it's late. So I won't.

Know that the blog will be up and running soon. With regular posts coming straight from Thursday's computer class. That's a promise.**

Grace, out.

xxx

*not actually a question. I wondered for a few minutes what punctuation to use, and also whether or not to use spaces, even, because people generally say it as one word. A sigh. "Well, whatcanyado."

** Because you so care.

"I'll cut her from ear to ear..." Oh, dear.

2009-02-08T13:37:00.003Z

I have become appalling and impossibly bad at the internet. And it's not that I'm annoyed at myself for not keeping up with shambles of a blog (honestly, why any reads it is really, really beyond me) but for not keeping up with the other blogs I read. Which are actually, you know, interesting and good.

hmm. Either I can just sort of start again or forget all about it. The latter sounds so appealling. But you know, it occurred to me that I have a few things to talk about. Mostly books or films. Or songs. Mundane enough things like that.

If you have a chance, and tonight is the last night, check out 'Hello, Dolly!' in Louisburg. My brother's in the school over there and even though he doesn't have a part, his friends do and they're brilliant. And of course, as he keeps reminding me, the set is also great. So that's one thing.

Another, read 'Q & A' - I finally got around to reading it even though my mother has been telling me to for about a year or more! And then it was only after watching the movie version, Slumdog Millionaire which you may have heard of due to its smash-hit success. Which it deserves - it's so great.

I lost the cable for connecting my camera to the computer.

Okay, so I'm going to go as this was a waste of time. But I seem to be excellent at wasting time!

xxx

"An associate producer is the only guy in Hollywood who will associate with a producer.."... Multi-tasking...

2008-11-20T22:33:00.006Z

...Is a word I could define, but clearly do not understand. I cannot listen to music and talk to someone at the same time. I cannot text and do ANYTHING else. I cannot paint and have a conversation. I need to stop one to do the other one at all. AND I am not able, it seems, to be a fifth year student and do anything else. (Except of course, go out, which I am doing more than ever, but of course I don't do any homework at the weekends).
And I certainly cannot keep up a blog, so for the approximately one person who reads this - and she (Saoirse) hasn't updated hers either! and it's more interesting! - sorry about that.
Already I am stopping writing to listen to Mary on iTalk. I wish I had a radio show. And that she would stop saying she squeezes her spots, it's weird.

Okay, so I don't really know what I can say. I thought of a good thing, which of course, I forgot. I've bought a load of clothes recently. Too many. Tomorrow night I will wear a nice green dress from New Look. And charity shop shoes which I must show. But too be honest, I'm so boring since school started!

I might close the blog. For a while. I mean, put up a virtual "Closed" sign. ooh. Project. As if I have time. Hah.

My computer is figuratively ripping itself apart. From the inside. A different thing breaks every day.

I went to see McFly in concert. Oh my God. That's what happens when secret shames go public. And it was amazing. I don't care what you say. I'm getting constant sarcasm about it, which is even more uncool than having gone, in my opinion. Of course, I would say that.

I am a big liar though. Because if one of the elements of this blog was event in relation to my massive amount of and ever-expanding arsenal of clothes, I haven't really honoured it at all. If I had some money for every time I said I would take pictures of new clothes and didn't... Well, I'd have some money!

Hmm. Oh. I did up my room. Or rather, a carpenter did. It looks great. I can stand in it - wahey! I can see the floor - oh my god!

Speaking of ever-expanding, my iTunes music Library, which I would say was small in comparison to many people's, suddenly got too big for my two iPods (yeah, I've got two small 8G iPods, it's really ridiculous. I won one, okay!) and now I'm in constant despair. Oh, well, at least it's Christmas soon, muahahahha.

School is impossible now. It wouldn't be if we only had one subject.

Anyway, another completely pointless post. HAHAHA.

Goodbye.
xxx

"You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it!" ... AHHHH!

2008-10-21T09:15:00.006+01:00

I am only writing this because I am in Computer (LCVP, don't ask) class and I'm being bold. I could play Magtic Pen, too. Muahahaha. So, I had a great birthday - it was last week. Have very good friends, who spoil me. Haha. They threw, like, a surprise party in our classroom and it was terrifying! And I got presents. Whoo! Saoirse gave me this dress she did up with all mesh. Thanks to all. It's our other friend's birthday tomorrow, and I'll bet she's in for something or other!

Right now we're trying to decide on what we should wear for our 'zombies from Thriller video' costumes for the fancy dress disco, not on Hallowe'en night but on the 29th. Who knows what will happen on Hallowe'en night? This time last year (around) I was staying with Saoirse and we went to loads of parties and were in the Oireachtas! And I did a big massive blog about it.

Credit Union are having loads of poster competitions. I was going to paint a 50s housewife.

Like that. I've got loads, but suddenly I've become really bad at art, as if I have swapped bodies with someone who cannot draw. Every time I think of something and try to sketch it or paint it, it comes out really terribly.

Nicola is behind me. I fear for my life.

Ehmm, so, yeah. I know this is really really boring. But I haven't had any goddamned inspiration or time lately!

Also : It's funny with these old computers. You're allowed to type blogs all you please,. but not read them. Funny, innit?

Alright, I'm off. Magic Pen awaits.
x

"...And to make you toe the line..." Grace gets belts, glasses and paranoid...

2008-09-06T16:15:00.004+01:00

This will be quick. I was in Castlebar today to get glasses and then to attend something which went belly-up on my end, but resulted in me sitting here, typing this. So, not too bad. Even though I can't help but feel recently I've done nothing except for let people down. especially myself. Ooh. How deep am I today!

And of course I went into Oxfam. It really is my favourite place. I tell you guys because I know you're not like some of those girls I've met who admire your clothes, but only if they think you've paid a fortune for them in River Island or BT2. Recently someone like that was heard to say about me (I wasn't there) : "She's very fashionable, isn't she?" but somehow managed to make it sound as if she had pointed out I was, I don't know, littering.
But then again I'm quite. Maybe it was just general tone of voice and had nothing to do with me. I've completely forgotten my point. Oh yes, I got this really strange zip up knitted cardigan thing, which reminds me of in the 90s when young teenagers in films used to dress strangely, as if that was their idea of how the future would look. But it definitely wasn't very nice. You know what I mean? With loads of zips and man-made fabrics and strange metallics and things like that? And really the kind of stuff you see in Sister Sister, Sabrina or the (excellent) film, Clueless**. I know that wasn't really official "90s fashion", not what people mean when they talk about it, but it's what I think of.

I also got a nice little multi-coloured skirt, probably from H&M - have I told you about how Oxfam Castlebar is full of H&M stuff? - and one of THOSE dresses. Those dresses a|wear was, and maybe still is, full of. I wasn't sure about them, but the fact it was a fiver made me buy it and decide I would think of what to do with it after. You know the ones. That sort of look like a white shirt with a pencil skirt, but it's all one thing?
My brother bought a Spanish guitar for €25, I think that was quite a ... well, I don't know, but I was impressed.

I found a pair of bright orange floral Doc Martens in our house. In my size. AGHHHH! So 90s and wonderful they hurt my brain. I'll be wearing those out, I reckon.
I think they once belonged to my cousin.
And GUESS WHAT? You will never believe it. I actually went down to my bedroom just there, after typing 'AGHHH' to take a picture of them and upload it here, and be a good little blogger for once, but... My camera's battery died. Not my fault, this time! I'm going to go through this blog and make a list of everything that I said that I would take a photo of (if it's interesting enough) and show them all here.

And my granny gave me or my dad or my brothers, I'm not really sure but I took them, a massive bag of men's belts. I know she volunteers at a charity shop sometimes, so they could be from there, or else she was just doing a clean-out, but they were all really great and I now have a massive EXCESS of belts. Woohoo!

What else? Oh, yes, I got glasses. New ones. They won't be ready by Wednesday. Now, they're okay. I wouldn't say I love them, but I cannot find my perfect pair, so I had to make do. I wanted a massive pair of old man glasses as well, but the ladies in the shop talked me out of it, as I knew they would do. I'll just buy of pair of those clear plastic things in H&M. Because I have the right to, being a member of the bespectacled community!

Now. One other thing, new addition to the blogroll is baabaablogging.blogspot.com. I know the author from drama classes and she writes poetry and fiction and it's just great and you all should read it! But don't come giving out to me, demanding I be of the same standard in my own blogging. It's not going to happen. I'm too lazy and shambolic*.

So... Fifth Year is certainly going ... Well, it's just going. I think lots of things are going to be fun and interesting and all the rest, but now the creeping feeling I only had in Chemistry and Maths has spread to all of my subjects: When are they going to realise I don't belong in this class?
I live in constant fear of my teacher and other classmates finally realising, no, I am not a science-minded person, or I am not good at Maths, or whatever and chasing after me with pitchforks and torches. I don't know why I feel like that in every other subject now as well. I guess in Art, I mean, everyone is so AMAZING at Art. When we get down to the drawing and stuff they will realise I am not half as good! My English essays are scattered and mad and now we actually have to read them out! I don't even want to talk about Irish... I think you get the picture. It's been a week of paranoia.

It's true I have way too many clothes. It's something everyone says. And I have repeated outfits many times. Just maybe not around the same people. It's all a clever ruse.
I think maybe soon I will devote a whole blog to that subject. Maybe the 'finally, the photos' blog.
I can't think of much else to say. Australia's Next Top Model** is on in half an hour. I've been following whatever season of Britain's... Living have been putting on every day, conveniently just when I am home from evening study, all homework done. It's no where near as good as America's... but I am making do. It's like a fix at this stage. The Australian version will fill in for the British one today, and all will go out the window when the new season of the American one starts. I am not snobby, however, I will watch any. Sweden's..., Canada's..., bring them on.

Saw Step Brothers in the cinema. It was very funny. Lots of shouting and swearing, typically Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly. I think I embarrassed my boyfriend a bit by roaring my head off laughing. It's not that I'm easily amused (even though I am), it's just I find the funny side of everything absolutely hilarious. Usually.

Now for a very usual exit on this blog, I am off to find some food! I feel like an omlette. Or a savoury*** pancake. Something like that.
Mmm. I think we have those Aldi waffles.
Okay, bye!
grace.xx

*American Firefox, my dear old friend and enemy, with your automatic spell-checker denouncing words which clearly are words, even if thefreedictionary.com says they are slang.
**I know I am really inconsistent with what kind of style to go for when naming titles of things. I's something that bugs me, that I haven't settled. I should have a Master Style sheet or whatever they called those things we were learning about in Computers. I'll have to do some thinking and decide on a standard.
***I am going to get a British spell-checker. Or maybe none at all, I am well capable of proof-reading my own things (I mean that, even if it's not that evident), but reading through everything is boring. Not when you have a machine to tell you if something is wrong. It gets annoying when the machine itself is wrong. TOO MUCH IN THE FOOTNOTES! I am like Larry.

"He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar..." .. BOLD GRACE!!!

2008-09-04T21:46:00.005+01:00

I should be ashamed. I haven't posted in this in AGES.

And I might've had a couple of things to say. Aside from giving an account of my wonderful summer (which really was wonderful), and maybe something about being back in school (which is going just fine, it's actually kind of fun), the reason I haven't really made time to do such a post - I actually had SOMETHING to talk about! I found this amazing vintage shop!

It get its own paragraph! Okay, so I was in Roundstone, Co. Galway with my family, and saw a sign with the words 'vintage clothes & antiques' hanging from a shop on the way to Mass. Obviously it caught my eye immediately and I demanded we go to it after our Godly duties or whatever. In fact I wanted to go there that moment. Even though I thought it probably wouldn't be very good, you know, just your run-of-the-mill antique shop with a couple of nighties or something. Boy, was I wrong! I got in (once we left the church, where plenty of embarrassing things happened) and saw all these truly lovely clothes, and wanted to run around and look at each item, even though I knew they would all have triple figured (at the very least) price tags, but the very friendly shop man greeted me and my family ("Ohh, he's got the look!" he commented to my brother, who's suddenly gone very mod and Topman, possibly my doing?) before I had a chance to go mad. He was so very American and began to sell us things immediately. THEN I realised there was TONNES of nice stuff. THEN he showed me lots of DESIGNER stuff. And then I noticed how reasonably priced it all was!!! And by that I don't just mean reasonable, because reasonable as you may know is still probably too rich for my blood, but CHEAP ENOUGH FOR ME! Excluding of course the really-REALLY designer stuff, I mean, vintage Chanel bags and stuff, and all of this fancy jewellery and a lot of other things, but there were dresses - vintage although not necessarily designer - from, like, €15. Talk about made my day. I wanted it all. I bought a lovely black 80s (possibly?) dress, which still needs SOMETHING, and obviously which I have not photographed, and a pair of denim Tommy Hilfiger shorts.
Yes, this is still me. The fact that I got excited about something which other people would consider, you know, good and normal and which is so expensive just in regular shops, should have scared me a bit. But there were only €18 and I did love them. The dress was €20. Barrrrgain.
Gosh, I'm being worse than ever, but the name of the shop was the Match-Maker. I've lost the business card which I was going to scan and upload for something aesthetic for you to look at. Look it up, it might have a website. Look up Roundstone. Look up Ballyconneely (where I was staying). Go there on holidays. Lovely places.

I'm reading 'This Book Will Save Your Life' by A.M Holmes, as lent to me by Saoirse, and I am LOVING it although I've barely scratched the surface thanks to having no time to do anything and actually getting to sleep.

I'm listening to ... lots of things. MCFLY AS THEY ARE COMING TO IRELAND AND I AM GOING!!! And I am not ashamed. it will be fun. Such a different experience from Muse in 05 (which it could never rival, it was the best concert ever) and definitely from My Chemical Romance in ... 07, I think, as an audience of happy thirteen-year-olds and their mothers will be very different from screaming emo kids. Who I happily joined, hey, I won't lie. And Muse was full of college guys bashing us about and nearly murdering Shane and just having a great time. Where was I? McFly will be sweet.
I must admit my favourite song at the moment is Paper Planes by M.I.A. I KNOW, I'M WELL BEHIND THE TIMES!!! I'd listened to hear right when she became cool and stuff but I didn't really give her a chance, but the ad for Pineapple Express (going to be great) gave me a new love for the song.
So, don't judge me. I don't claim to be at the pulse the cutting edge of music. I would've thought from my not-knowing-whether-or-not-it's-cool-to-like-the-Ting-Tings debate you would've garnered that. And why am I acting as though you haven't?

Okay, so go and download that. And Dirty Business - Dresden Dolls.
And maybe in the comments leave a song suggestion for me to download. I love being told what to listen to. It's how we discover new things, and don't sound like old grannies saying they like a song, which duhh, everyone cool has already liked for ages.
I happen to think that frame of mind is quite lame, by the way, I don't actually believe that I should keep up with everyone and only like the songs that are cool at the moment, but you get what I mean.

Damn. I didn't leave a picture.

Okay, here are two from the Gaeltacht! Which maybe I haven;t mentioned was the best year EVER! And I don't say that every year. Fancy dress day, I was a rag-doll (my house came third in that competition!) and Ashling was a scary rocker Barbie. I'll go and tell her there are pictures of her on this as well. As well as to read the blog, like.

My dad bought that dress in London. He knows clothes. I mean it, he always buys me nice things.

okay, goodbye now! the next post will be coherent and interesting, I promise! It's late at night!
grace.xxx

"I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down" ... WAAAAH!

2008-07-12T15:10:00.005+01:00

Stagewise is over. Upsetting much. It was one of the best weeks of my life. Oh. Also, I have something to say and I haven't been bullied into it at all (...!). [see this old post to see where it all allegedly started.]

ROWAN TOLLEY IS A SAINT!
Anything I may or may not have implied before doubting this was very foolish and wrong of me. The man, who really I have bullied if anything, did not deserve such libel to be written about him.
www.rowantolley.co.uk for more information on this super chap.

Is that enough? Haha. I'm serious, though, Rowan, if you're reading this. Which you better be, because ... well, a big enough deal was made of the whole issue! "DOUBLE-U, DOUBLE-U, DOUBLE-U, DOT!" (letyourselfdown.com)

Ahh, I really have such a wonderful week. I had to fall to ground dramatically three times in our final performance, but seeing as we rehearsed or re-did or fine-tuned it a lot during the week I am now apt at "dying". Especially robotically in verrrry slowwww motion. Although I'm sure it wasn't really slow motion. We managed to parody Snakes on a Plane, Home and Away, Neighbors, the Crocodile Hunter, all martial arts films, High School Musical and other musicals ... and oh, probably more things. Being in comedy class was a lot of fun this year. Very different to last year. More friends. Even more wonderful, wonderful people (especially tutors, heh!) who I will miss. And will hopefully keep in touch with. And who should read this, really. HI GUYS!, if you are.

I under-packed. A VERITABLE FIRST! Well, if you count "under-packed" as had to wear a coupe of things twice. Which, for me, is. Because I think for a week you can afford to bring stuff and just wear everything once, But it was alright. I wore the granny nightie which I finally made into a shirt. Finally. See this post to see when I had planned to do such.

I'll take a picture when it's out of the wash.

Now, what else? Oh, yes, Stagewise. Everything was brilliant. The performance by the music class blew me away. Not literally. That would be the fan in the music room. Eyy!
"Can I get blown?!"
"Just whatever flows out of your brain." We were all so rude.
If we go back nest year I hope we're in music. Mime (obviously the greatest class ever!) would be cool but seeing as I've done it already it would be nice for my last year to be something new. And music is wonderful. All the comfy chairs, dripping taps, the piano. Wonderful.

We can dance to Thriller now. They had better play it at C2 and the five of us (from Westport that went) will just wow everyone with our mad skills. And maybe the two girls from drama who were - coincidentally! - there, and one of whom we were sharing a room with, can come too! WOOOH!

Now. I have to go to the Gaeltacht in a week. I feel like I just got back from Stagewise. It will take me that long to recover. I'm still talking kinda Monaghan-ish, I still am so sore from all the dancing at class and at those INSANE discos (way better than last year's, all three of them), still trying to get used to having a toilet that actually flushes and a door that opens! I also woke up early this morning, having gotten into that routine, instead of my usual time of 11 o' clock the weeks before.

Still singing all of the songs that we performed, danced to and sang at the awesome music session! Black Velvet just came on, which reminds me of LAST YEAR! Even longer ago.

I didn't have my camera because I left it on the train before we left Heuston. Like an idiot. I thought it was gone missing and I was there blubbering the middle of the train station. And when I did have it back, I was crying again for different reasons. Parting anyone is hard to do.

I've probably not mentioned anything properly or gone into any great detail in anything, but if you guys comment and remind me about blog-worthy stuff I can include it next time. And some of the pictures and names. With permission.

LALALALALALALAAAAAAA.
WE'RE GONNA MAKE YOU POPULAR!

So.
Only road I've ever been doooownn.

Alright. I'm going to now make a blog on bebo saying everyone has to read this one. then maybe tomorrow I'll do a memorable moments list.

Talk to yis.
LOVE! (L! O! V! ...E!)
grace
xxx

"Your head is there to move you around" ... For shame, Grace.

2008-07-02T15:14:00.011+01:00

Okay, so I won't give you a big update. Of course. That would be way too much effort, and it's been so many weeks, months, years since I posted last, it would be very stupid. But I promised myself I would get back into the blogging thing. A little bit too late, methinks, because I'm off to Stagewise on Sunday! (see blog this time, last year for info.) Oh my God, I can't believe it's been a year.

I've gotten worse at blogging since then. I've got new clothes but haven't bothered to show them to you. Probably because they're nothing special, y'know, and the only reason I do it is because I don't think people want to read big long posts with no pictures. People like pictures.

My ball dress got two outings so far, which is pretty good going!

Me and Vicky on the way to the ball.
Also note : her amazing gold dress.
(She said I could! See I'm very good. I hope her mum doesn't kill me, re: background.)

Me and Neasa at our cousin's fabulous wedding.
It was very late on at that stage which is my excuse for my appearance.
Also note: Neasa's brilliant dress.

Keep in mind those photos are from moths ago.
Grace: bringing the updates weeks too late.

Anyways, what else? Went to Oxfam and Penneys yesterday to get some essentials (more cardigans, socks) that kind of thing. Got a red cardigan, AT LAST! But, for some reason it was sewn closed halfway up. Probably so the previous owner didn't have to do all the buttons at the time. I ripped out the stitches. It took ages, it was very well sewn! Mum thinks it's because (it's a size 18-20) the buttons were sort of bursting on the previous owner. I got a big fuzzy indigo (BRIGHT indigo. Or blue. or violet. Not sure, really. But bright) jumper. Those were in Oxfam. Clearly somewhere I go a lot. Too much? In Penneys I got some waisted belts - they're handy - and this black and white dress I plan on wearing to my friend's 18th on Friday. I'll take a picture on my way out and you can see it.

The Ting Tings' album is good. Seeing as I am so out of the loop in terms of what is cool and uncool in music, I have no idea if I'm "supposed" to like them or not. Obviously that wouldn't stop me, but it's strange not knowing. To be honest, seeing as they are annoying, poppy and popular, I would guess not cool. But they are very good. Give 'em a chance! What else...? I want Panic! (I'll never stop using the exclamation mark ... maybe) at the Disco's new album. Even though lots of people have said it is shit and only people who don't seem to have great taste say it is good - I want it. NME were very kind to them, considering, and even though I think we all would have just preferred more of the same, and I think it's stupid they went off on such a big stupid musical tangent which seems a lot worse, it could be good, HAVE YOU HEARD IT? DISCUSS!
(Oh my God, how weird ... Rick O' Shea literally just played Nine in the Afternoon there. Right as I'm talking about them. I liked that song when it came out. It is good, even though it's almost unbearable now.)
I just remember when ... yes, I heard them before you. Possibly. I know everyone says that, but really we were listening to them a while before the single came out and suddenly they were everywhere. I remember texting into Rick trying to get him to play them, but no one had heard of them. The album wasn't out. And Downtown Records always gave me weird looks when I asked for it. Anyways, things change. But they remain good. It's hard to believe they could produce a truly shitty album, imo.

Usher - why are you so worried? Chill. It's going to be alright. (Did you notice how worried his face is all the time?)

So, it's the summer. I've been waking up at an average time of quarter to eleven every day. Sometimes it's half ten, sometimes after eleven, but it's usually the same. I think that's funny. No matter how early or late I go to bed, I'm waking up just before eleven each day.
My summer is going well. I've been at a disco, a party, a Scouts fundraiser, and just around and about, with more things to come. Such as another party, Stagewise, the Gaeltacht and so on. Oh, the life I lead.

I read the book Wicked and am now obsessed. I want to see the musical. I also read Orpheus Rising by Colin Bateman, which I recommend also. He's a great writer, and I am in the middle of another of his books, I Predict a Riot which is proving to be even better. There are like a thousand characters, all developed, and loads of storylines which are unknowingly linking up - it's very cool. I'm still trying to get through Fever Pitch which is just ... ridiculously football-y. But I lent to a football fan who really enjoyed it, and now I feel like I should give it another chance. I mean, it's Nick Hornby after all. My hero.

Worked out how to get movies on my iPod. Watched High Fidelity (for the billionth time) and Definitely, Maybe, which is actually pretty good. Like, it's sweet and rom-com-y and has three good lead actresses and Abigail Breslin, who is brilliant and whom I don't find annoying whatsoever.
Also recently watched Grosse Point Blank, which was completely mad, but great. +10 points automatically for wonderful John Cusack-ness.

Saoirse's gone to France! We had a night 'on the town' before she went, which involved Youtube videos and webcam fun in our Cybercafe, queuing for ages in a pub toilet, 'Ladies of the Night', and a drunk man with an eyebrow ring poledancing. It was fun. She'll be back soon enough with a French student in tow, who hopefully we'll all meet and that will be fun.

FUNNY THINGS ON THE INTERNET.
Let's see. I only recently watched the Chocolate Rain 'phenomenon', and didn't get it, but laughed at the insaneness anyways. Luke says that's all there is to get. The insaneness. If there is more to its massive success and inordinate number of Youtube hits, please tell me. Because I can't work it out. It just ... yeah. Watch it here and let me know. WHY?

I nearly know how to ollie now. Pretty good, eh?

I've been playing Bully a lot. It's one of the few Playstation games I really think is just super. It seems to appeal a lot to girls as well as boys, although I'm not sure that was intentional. It just seems lots of girls like it, too. I cannot stand San Andreas or any of those drive-by-shooting-prostitutes games. Like, some are alright, but San Andreas is actually the worst. In terms of everything, it's a bad game. Bad, as in crap, as well as controversial. The Godfather is okay. That's my game review now, done. Look, I'm widening my talking points!

Is that enough? I'll find my camera, take some pictures and that'll do for the next blog.
Oh, thanks to Saturday night, I got less scared of my webcam and put it up. I leave it off though. This is it, with me, in a mirror. Terrible quality. But fun with three people next to each on msn.

And I'm off. More later in the week, promise. before I go.

"She wore a raspberry berry, the kind you find at a second-hand store"... Just a quickie. hehe.

2008-04-08T23:07:00.008+01:00

Hello, hello, hello!

FOR FLIP'S SAKE! If I took photos of my new clothes then I would have less talking to do about them. And blogs would be less daunting. But I am never bothered, and how awkward can you get, trying to take a picture of a new dress.

Well, anyways, the news is, THE BALL WAS CLASS!!! I bought a dress in a boutique the morning of it because my ebay dress never came (not bothered, before you ask, got a refund), and it's lovely. I think most of the pictures of me are me and my friend, so I will have to ask her if I want to show you it.

I also bought a cool enough long black dress in Age Action for 7.50. It was brand new, and quite nice, as I said, but it was a bit flowy and ... dull, so I bought this belt for 3.50 in a|wear to ... make it a bit more exciting. There's an outift, now, for 11 euro. Just have to find someone to wear it. We had a table quiz tonight and I wore the belt over this weird a|wear blouse and a spotty Penneys cardigan. Went down well. I'm after getting into my pyjamas, and it didn't seem that amazing to take a picture of. But whatever.

Emm, yeah, so a bit of a disappointment on that front.

I told you about the pearls, and did I tell you about my new denim waistcoat? I think a have a picture of those! Aha!

Okay, it's not a great picture (I don't really look like myself) but you get the gist. You an see my little brother's rugby posters in the background, too. Nice.

So, yeah.

Okay, well, I made a tutu. That seemed blog-worthy-ish, but then again, anything is these days.

I wore it out one night, a few people liked it, but most people said it was really weird. Most of them were very loud first years. "I LIKE YOUR SKIRT! AHAHAHA!" was what one boy repeated over and over again. Oh well. I will wear it in context one day, and it will make sense! And be appreciated!
Or else maybe it is awful. See for yourselves.

Okay, this is the new skirt I told you about recently. I like it, but the photos are, once again, really crap. More reasons to not bother to take them and use my wonderful words to describe them to you ... No? Okay.

There it is! And my new floral granny cardigan from Penneys which I just love.

See, I do get around to things eventually! I'm not the father who continually promises I will be at your soccer games, but never shows! I will provide!

(In time).

Now, speaking of delivering results, I also have that black and white TK Maxx dress I discussed AGES ago. A clever blogger would make a reference to these older posts ... I might do that after I publish.

I wore it to my brother's confirmation on ... Saturday (pictures possibly to come. all depends) with this pair of a|wear sunglasses. I like to call them my Blues Brothers glasses :

I also wore my new gangster shoes, from eBay. Yep, those.

Okay, I am not breaking the shoes in that picture, they were sort of like that before I put the insoles in them. Just a bit-een too big.

It was good enough. The confirmation, that is. Okay, the mass bit was quite boring, but my whole family went back the Golf Club for dinner. It were nice.

BARCELONA IN FIVE DAYS! OMG!

On Sunday night at midnight we are leaving on school and heading off to Sunny Spain, as they say, (although, mid-spring, probably ain't so hot). SO EXCITED. Castlebar with my friend on Friday, must buy!!!

Now, more importantly, perhaps, as it was RIGHT on the vague topic of what this post started off as, Susie Bubble made a really good post all about Hannah Murray, the actress who plays Cassie in Skins (one of the best shows on tv, as we all know). I was going to make a huge long post about the character and the actress, but as usual, she articulates it so nicely (the stuff about her clothes, at least), so just head there momentarily ...

Now, back to meee. Muahaha. But yeah, basically, she was just talking about the difference between style and fashion, and I know that I don't really know most of the famous designers and labels and fashion shows and catwalks and all of that (in that kind of way that I don't know the names of LOADS of artists, but I know what kind of art I like and don't know, and what looks nice)... and even though I would like to be more educated in fashion, it just seems like a lot to keep up up with.
Like, even trends and all of that. What's in and out. Sometimes I have a pretty good or even vague idea of what is fashionable at the moment, but to be honest, I don't care. I mean, I just put stuff on, or look at stuff, and if it looks nice/different/good/attractive, then I'll like it or wear it!
I mean, if you are wearing an outfit, and people are complimenting you on it, it doesn't really matter in the end if it's stripey and stripes are out ... you know. Whatever.

That's not to say, though, that I (like anyone would be) am not influenced by the world around me, and by other people and by stuff in magazines. Uh-uh. Complete opposite. I just haven't learned too much about the whole fashion realm, of the various designers and that, so I could talk about it seriously with someone (although I can be quite good at talking about thigns I don't know what much about, if I want to be)... But I'd like to. Like, I keep an eye out and stuff, but I don't really let it affect me. I kinda go "Oh, so that guy's big thing is loads of white eye make-up and florals are really in, and chunky leather boots with mini dresses is big in now", but I wouldn't rush out and buy those things. I might think abot it next time I got dressed ... that kinda of thing.
Like anyone, I maintain.

The thing about labels is a bit vaguer. I would never really spend a HUGE lot of money on one item of clothing - think you know that about me by now! - because ... sometimes it just seems so wrong. If you can look good for twenty euro, why spend 700 on one dress?

No reason. Anyways, go Cassie! She was my favourite character in season 1, and okay, she has gone mental and what have you, and is less likeable in this series, I have full faith that she will make me like her again. (PS : I HAVEN'T SEEN HER EPISODE YET. DO NOT SPOIL IT FOR ME NOW).
Her clothes are really nice, I think. And I can believe she doesn't know/care about Balenciageggo and whoever, but... she still looks lovely.
More to the point - I DON'T LOOK LIKE HER!
These girls at the ball stopped me to tell me I looked like her, and loads of my friends say it, too. It is just the hair, people. Now, I'm not saying it would be a bad thing, I just don't. It is just the blonde, mad hair, and the fact we are both thin, maybe. (Although, she is much thinner than me).

And the fact that I am also a nutter, is that it?
Probably ...

People just have to think about it objectively. Our faces are not similar.
Discuss.

Okay, enough of that rant/ramble. :)

Now, how are you?

Oh, we got Ministry of Sound Anthems. It is AWESOME!!! Where to begin ... you should buy it! If you like music at all. And by music, I mean ... well, dance music. But, the really good shtuff.
I cannot get that "Low" song by Flo Rida or Estelle's "American Boy" out of my head! Who said the charts were bad?

Okay, I will leave with with a download/listen list ...
Raspberry Beret - Prince
Freestyler - Bombastic MC's (BEST SONG EVER!)
Mr. Vain - Culture Beat
If I had a Million Dollars - Barenaked Ladies.

Okay, so go in peace.

loooove
xxxxxxxxx

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

2008-03-18T16:56:00.007Z

(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.

Byee!
Grace
xxxxxx

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

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

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

2008-03-16T12:33:00.003Z

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,
Grace
xxxxx

*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.

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

2008-03-02T18:25:00.006Z

Hiii.

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.

Grace

xxx

*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!

"we are the mutant race!"... computer class.

2008-02-18T09:38:00.001Z

Hiii! I am in computer calss. Aren't I so terribly bold? Only, I was like "Awh, man, what can I do?" and I realised I haven't done a blog in AGES! Okay, I do have a couple of half-hearted drafts started, cos I sit down to do one and then there is WAYYY too much to say and it takes to long and it's shite so I stop.

But this is just to say hi, and that I am still here. I went to see Romeo and Juliet in the Abbey Theatre and it was well-good, mate. Look up the bebo site for details! However, I am not sure of the correct address and I am not allowed to go on bebo on the schopol computers; it is, of course, blocked.

So, what can I say? Bored?

http://www.notdoppler.com/theimpossiblequiz2.php

Newest thing apparently. AND SO ADDICTIVE! Just spent a couple'a minutes playing it there.

Ros na Rún was class. me and Saoirse went on work experience there. Lovely.

Well, I'm gonna go and win that quiz. Okay, real blog, coming soon.
I promise?

Grace

xxxxxx

"Oh, well, what a letdown!" ...hehehehee.

2007-11-27T18:10:00.001Z

The week is off to a good start, somehow. Perhaps because today and yesterday were so awful? I did not enjoy them. I have been in a bad mood. Everything anyone says is making me really cross! I'm conscious of snapping at people, but if I snap at you, it's because of your own idiocy! Stop being so idiotic!

Anyways. No Name Club meeting tonight. If you aren't in it, and are eligible to be, why aren't you, man? Hey? Why not? Why aren't you in it? And so forth... it's really unfair. Th number of members has nearly halved. Jesu Christo, we're doing loads of effing stuff for ye as well!
But I won't go on a rant or anything! And it should be fun, providing everyone stops being an idiot.

I'm here to talk to you kids about facehunter, as I was just on it, and as usual, things caught old Grace's fancy. It really is terrific, it makes you want to be really really strikingly trendy, and for people to notice you on the street. It ALSO makes you want to steal all of their clothes, and suddenly become trendy, as some people we know like to do! Duckies. It finally makes you really want to be the guy taking the pictures, what skill! To spot such people! You'd swear the streets he walks are packed with uber-gorgeous interesting people, but that's a geographical improbability, is it not? It wouldn't be fair!
But it would explain a lot, such as "Where are all the lovely cardigan-wearing, colourful eye-shadowed, pointy-shoed boys?" and "Where are all of the GOOD clothes shops?".
ANSWER : In the big cities of course! Where everyone is really individual (going by the idea which facehunter gives you), thus making it really hard to be individual. So hard, that you would go out of your way to do, but by then it would be ridiculously obscure to the point of idiocy, and you would hate everything you wore, did and said, and realise there was a reason that no one else thought of it before. Or else you would wear jeans and t-shirts, and suddenly become a visionary.
A shocking place. Wouldn't you rather stay here?

Love the dress!

This girl is so pretty, which is the main thing. I also love her outfit, particularly the little cardigan. Not because it is a cardigan, but because it's just a lovely cute thing. She's like a pixie!

She is gorgeous. The dress is so plain and cute, BUT LOOK AT HER! Her hair, in particular. And hat. Loves.

This dress is sweet, isn't it? It reminds me of the one I bought in TK Maxx a couple of weeks ago. I'll show it to you.

Look at this woman! Her hair is lovely, but I like how she is working that ever-popular masculine thing, with the white inside and the waistcoat and the bow-tie! Similar to something I tried to do at a party I went to a while ago, but which failed because my dad lost his black dicky-bow!

Okay, so we were in Sligo a while ago, and I saw this dress for 50 euro, and my Dad bought it for me...! I thought this was WAY too dear, and said not to, but apparently it's not that dear, and besides "you need a dress for your cousin's party", which we never even went to! Anyways, I loved it.

I'll show you soon. I tried to take a picture, but it didn't work too well.

Like you, sort of!
Grace
xxxx

"I just want your extra time and your ... kiss!" ...Blooh blah.

2007-11-24T20:50:00.000Z

Last night was fun. But yesterday I was pissed off, and I don't know why!

We went to Dublin on Thursday, which was really fun. We went to the zoo, and the four courts, and then shopping! The zoo was great. There were big massive lions and tigers and leopards and they just strutted around and they came right up to us (behind glass obviously) and there were tiny, tiny, tiny baby monkeys which were sooo cute! There was also this baby chimpanzee who was such a show-off! We were watching his mother collect a load of hay and go outside and then he emerged from his bed, and began climbing on all the various ropes, then for no reason, SWUNG HIMSELF VIOLENTLY AT THE GLASS! He smacked right into it and gave Aoife such a fright that she screamed and leaped backwards! He kept on doing this for ages, just swinging around and smacking into "us", then did a pee, whilst swinging! It was hilarious. The penguins were gorgeous. The black swans were really cool. The red pandas were DOTEY!
Another interesting creature to be discovered lurking around Dublin Zoo, we discovered, is the Art Student. Pretentious, quiet and introverted in nature, these animals like to alone while they "work" (this involves sitting in front of the animal enclosures for a long time, simply observing and maybe drawing onto a large sketchpad), but congregate at mealtimes, for coffee and seemingly nothing else. They carry portfolios, or in one case, a schoolbag covered in strange etchings, which we can assume are tribal.

The Four Courts was ... an experience. The place itself is amazing. The building. it's brilliant. And I got a glimpse of the Law Library or whatever, and it was SO COOL. But we got a talk from a (sorry) very boring barrister about the law, which was grand. But hard to listen to. Then we went to a case in the CIRCUIT Court about Tax Revenue! because the murder trial had just adjourned!
It was quite funny though. We caught the END of a case in which some man was making cider and selling it, but claiming it was vinegar so he wouldn't have to pay taxes. We saw no cross-examination, no jury, nothing except two incredibly incompetent barristers explaining to a cross but very patient (under the circumstances) judge who was treating them like Montessori children while they babbled about Liquor Laws which were actually amended in 2003!
Shopping was fun. Bought nothing but one skirt and some grey tights. Got lots of lovely food-to-go in M&S (not just food!), and had a nice time. The bus was fun too.

Pictures, possibly, to follow.

By the way, no one took any decent Halloween photos whatsoever. Emphasis on decent.

Emm, what else can I say? Sorry this blog has gone down the hole. I haven't had proper time anymore, to take pictures and the like. And, yes, nothing really to say.

I'M SO BORING. My God. I am sorry.

We have musical soon. Our dancing involves lifting and rolling and throwing and all of this mad stuff, but (shh, don't tell them), but lots of the boys in the group are quite small. So, it should be interesting.
By the way, we had the auditions for the Can-Can Dancers on ... whatever day. I didn't get it. I am doomed to be left, doomed to be rejected. Can't dance, can't sing, can't act. Whoops. Can I get another pick at the straws? All of mine seem to be short!

Ah, no, only messing. Sort of. I was supposed to be doing painting today, but I didn't feel so good. There's some competition. These second years (bless 'em) are trying to raise 10,000 euro for Bothar. TEN THOUSAND! And I don't want them to be sad, so I'll do their competition, as many times as I can (be arsed...). And they're doing a talent show as well. I will GO to that! I have no performance talent, as we discovered, but Saoirse does! (see links). She and our friend, Hannah, have made skillz, which cover a range of things, so definitely go and see them!

Right. Is that enough? Watched Edward Scissorhands today. Lovely movie. Isn't Winona Ryder's hair so cute in it?

Okay, laters ... on.
LOVE!
grace
xxxxxx

"Beautiful girl, love the dress. Where she is now I can only guess" ... I'm not a perfect person.

2007-11-12T18:46:00.000Z

In fact, I am a terrible one.
A really bad person.
I'm nosy. I gossip. I hate lots of people. I feel sorry for myself. I give about about stuff like if I get a not-great grade or something like that, that other people would be perfectly happy with, and make them feel bad, unintentionally. I sometimes comment on people's appearances without thinking, even though it doesn't matter, and I myself am not pretty in any way. I flat out lie about stuff that is of no importance, that doesn't hurt anyone (or not in any real way), but I believe it myself, which in my head makes it okay. And I'd never go back on it. Ever. But then ususally I'd never lie. Ever! I fight with my dad, but he can be so... grr. I'm selfish. I also swear. I can also be cruel. I often need constant reassurance of things if I myself don't believe them, or if I do, but want it to be said anyways. It's weird. And right now I'd probably say "I bet you all hate me", because sometimes I genuinely think you do. But other times, I think I might just be saying it so you tell me you don't. Now, there's something not right with that.
I get jealous.
Now, aren't they all sins? I am a bad person, so.

I forgot to do that thing about the beginning.
It's been x days since my last ~~confession~~ blog.

I'm also untalented, as today proved, but that just makes me, you know, whatever, rather than a bad person. However, not getting a part doesn't necessarily mean one has no talent. It just so happens that I don't, and that in my particular case, that was why.

I've got to eat. Tomorrow, or maybe later, I'll tell you about my dress. It's very nice.

Grace.

"Why can't a heterosexual guy tell a herterosexual guy that he thinks his booty's fly?" ... Home again.

2007-11-02T20:55:00.000Z

Well, I had one crazy, wonderful week. The accommodation was fabulous (hehehe) and the nightlife and social scene was brilliantly busy and fun. We went to a house party, a disco, another house party and then to our friend's house for the night!
It was great! It was our friend Stef's birthday so she had a house party and we ate Chinese food and danced in the utility room and took photos and stuff for the duration of the night. And we ran around the house looking for a quiet place to talk, because for some reason suddenly me and my friend, Jane, had loads to say!
I sustained a bruise, however, from the door handle in the utility. On my bum-bum, and all!

Saoirse and our friend, Jane, and me.

My friend Niamh and I, at some point.

It was fun. We danced to Electric Aardvark's (our friends' band) first album, which was crazy and brilliant, and which they recorded like, two years ago. Favourite song : Spheres of Action. Sample lyric : "Alcohol has ruined my life. I'm thirty one years old (She looks like seventy)". Also: Avalanche! It was much fun. There was also lots of Talking Heads which was brilliant.
Pictures available on bebo.

The next night was the disco. It was in C2, and really brilliant. If you weren't there, you should've been. Lots of people dressed up, and looked very good. There were priests and angels and devils, mostly. Also fairies. I was a school girl, but I toned it down. I had knee high socks and a check dress and my school shirt. The dress is really short, though, and when I was on duty I had to sit down on a high chair for an hour (but my friends came over to me and we danced for half of that time, so it was okay) guarding one of the fire exits. But what happens to very tiny dresses when you sit down? Embarrassment. But nobody mentioned it, so maybe I was just paranoid. Only, I got a couple of looks from creepy boys. Flip's sake.
Saoirse dressed up as a giant bunny. She made the costume, and it was brilliant.
No pictures up yet. I'm sure there will be. On bebo.

The next night was Hallowe'en! I love Hallowe'en, so I was very satisfied with my night. We dressed up again and I made my costume better. Like, I put blood all over the short and my neck and stuff, and cut up the shirt in bits. I put my hair in pigtails, because I had two bobbles, and I wore high heeled shoes. Saoirse did my make-up all dead, because she's good at make-up and I'm not. It was cool.
We went to a friend's party, and we ate some food, and watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the modern version). It was quite grotesque, but not that scary, and I had fun. I wasn't upset. Besides, I covered my face for the sick bits and just watched their reactions. It was amusing. as soon as we arrived, we left! And went to our friend Jane's house for a sleepover. We brought spare costumes, like a dress and wings and stuff, for the people who didn't wear anything. We bought her dog a devil suit! It was cute. We ate MORE food and talked lots about all a manner of things, from religion to Maxxie from Skins.
(Oh my God, I just had some major deja vu).
We had a miniature indoor rave, with a small disco ball, mattresses and more Talking Heads, went around a church, over the bridge in Newport, down some scary steps, "frightened" each other, and all those things. It was so much fun.
In the middle of the night we ate brownies and feelings. Well, we didn't eat the feelings. we shared them! Or whatever.
Thursday day we did our Oireachtas show, and we lost. It was saddening. But the buzz in town this week is really great, with all the Irish speaking people everywhere. We've been speaking it, too, it's fun!
Thursday night, we watched Amelie and had some really lovely cocoa. It was great.
And today we baked cookies!

My parents also had a wrecking and great week. they showed us all the photos today. It sounds brilliant. My brother was doing all kinds of crazy stuff, as well, and I don't know about Luke, but he asked to stay another night, so I'd say he's having a mad week, too.
We got presents! They got me two pairs of skinny cords, which I really like even though I'm not a cords person, but they're really nice. They're button-up.
But I went to put them on, and they came up fine, but when I went to button them, not even the first button would close. I cried, I have to admit. It was so frustrating and depressing. That is the second time I have received a present from abroad that it hasn't fitted and been incredibly upsetting. They wouldn't even close over my huge, awful fat arse. I don't know what to do. My parents were like "Oh, but they were only cheap, and Italian women are totally different, and the sizes are different there, too, we got it wrong, because it doesn't mean 28 inches, it means just the sizes that they have there, and you ARE thin, Grace, don't be silly, you're really thin, okay, but Italian people are different and it was the size..."

Anyways, that was the only hitch of my week. And the show losing. Everything we do fails. George, the Oireachtas, Sean, etc.
I also got a really cool scarf. Like, a trendy-ish one. You'll see me wear it, I'm sure.
And I bought angel wings in True Value for five euro, but they are really nice ones,

Pictures to follow, I presume, of Hallowe'en and that. And Oireachtas stuff, maybe. Sorry I bored you with all the details of my week, but I wasn't bored during it, and if you were involved in any f that, I'm sure you had a nice time, too. Anyways, comment. What did you guys dress up as? If you did. And were you at any of the events mentioned? Get involved, jeez.
Okay, Big Fat Quiz of the Year is on about now. I suggest you watch it.

Grace
xxxx

"You're only nineteen for God's sake, you don't need a boyfriend!" ... Just a quick one.

2007-10-29T14:31:00.000Z

I know how it feels to be your age and feel the world is caving in.

Ahh, Long Blondes. Where were they when I was like "I need a band which I love"? Okay, so I never said that, but still.

So, my parents left for Italy at two o'clock this morning. I miss them already, hahaha. No, I really do. It's like, I don't miss them when I'm the one who is away, but it's just weird being at home and them not being here. Even though I'm not going to be in the house this week. I know that at sixteen lots of people my age would be left at home alone, and it's not like I'd have a house party or anything (far too boring), but how would I cope? I don't know. If they do it next year, they might actually leave me alone. And then what?

So, this week should be fun. Ce soir, nous avons la boum. Then tomorrow the disco, WHICH IF I FORGOT TO TELL YOU has been put forward to TOMORROW NIGHT, ie, TUESDAY! Do not miss it. It shall be very nice. You will see me in my check dress which is too tight. My friends told me to get it in a size 8 when I got it, which was last year, but it was tight then, and it's tight now. My bottom half is NOT a size 8. I can assure you.
But still, I'm going to wear it. I just won't eat that day. Hahah. Just joking. I'm unable to not eat. Yesterday we stopped in McDonald's on the way to the quiz (we came second, by the way, and that was less one member, so it's pretty good! I was so pissed off at half time, though. I was like "FUCK'S SAKE! WE HAVE IT LOST! WE MIGHT AS WELL GO HOME!").
I had so much food. I could tell everyone was like "You pig. You're still hungry?" when I went back for a second portion of chips. But seriously, McDonald's food may be great, but it doesn't fill you up at all.

Oh God, my room is so messy. But I have until like, half five to clean it. Then I should probably get dressed, or something.

I've been watching the Skins DVD! Argh. So good. Why can't I get my hair to be like Cassie's? I love her. Also, I just keep wondering how on earth they found a boy that beautiful. Like, where did they find him? Maxxie, I mean. I love him.
Well, it's very good. except the second DVD keeps freezing, so I couldn't watch Sid's episode at all. Mairead, if you're reading this, IT WASN'T ME! I swear. It just keeps doing that. I can try again later anyways.

No words need be spoken.

Except this : Why are all the beautiful people only fictional? Or as good as? WHY?!

Maybe I should have a shower.
Maybe I need one after that^. AHAHAHAH.

My God, I'm hilarious.

Right now, I should be getting ready. Like, for the week. but am I? No. I'm writing a blog. And being on MSN.

"It's a very dangerous thing to do, exactly what you want" ...Ugh.

2007-10-23T22:50:00.001+01:00

I feel awful.
As a person, and in terms of sickness.

But let me take you back. This weekend was was incredibly busy and incredibly fun. Friday we all went to our friend's house for lots of madness. The next day me and my other friend went to the pool for some swimming and sauna and sweating to death in the steamroom, then my OTHER friend had a sleepover as it was her birthday. That was loads of fun! Unfortunately, I was not well. Combination of my hayfever thing (well, it's obviously not PROPER hayfever, but whatever it is) acting up really bad, eating way too much and getting no sleep got me em, and the next morning I felt quite sick. But we walked (for days!) to our other friend's house and then I left to go and win the No Name Club regional Table Quiz thingie in Headford. Now we're through to the finals, which we will hopefully win, too.

That all makes me sound busy, doesn't it? Maybe I am. I feel it.
Tomorrow I have lots of things to do for the magazine. write a QUICK short story, do the thing about teenspeak (new challenge) and watch all of Skins and review it.
By Thursday.
Riiight.

Well, if you know anything about me, you'll know I only work well whilst burning the proverbial midnight oil, so who knows? I might get it all done/

SHIT. I also have to finish that birthday card for my neighbour. I can do that tonight. There;'s nothing important tomorrow that requires lots of rest the night before, is there? No. Except driving, Oireachtas practice and lecture from the guy from Mountjoy.

I can't wait for the Oireachtas. It will be cool. I'm such a minor character, but I'm in every scene! Haha. But it means missing lots of class.
Soon, I will begin freaking out.

Okay, moving on, to the other reason I feel awful. I'm a stupid. And I have a big mouth. Which is such a pity. Terribly sorry. I really am.

Hallowe'en approaches. Go to threadbanger for some cool ideas, and if you like making and customising clothes and all of that (like I do).

Friday, TYs, we have the MUSICAL. Omigosh! I wonder what musical we are doing? I'm sure it will be ... Well, I'm sure it will involve singing and dancing. And thats the only thing anyone can be sure about! I wish I could sing. Oh, man. It holds you back so much when you're not a good singer, even if you try. It means that I won't get a part in the musical, even though I've wanted to be in it ever since the first one I ever saw in our school, which must've been Fiddler on the Roof, since I can't remember anything before that, but our teacher is surprised I can even remember that.
But I can! And well enough, too, for something that was so long ago! Just vague details, like the colours of the set, and some of the costume, and I remember liking the songs.
we were talking to Mr. McEachmharchaigh (IS THAT RIGHT?!) about it today, and he did Our Day Out! That was one of my FAVOURITE ones. I was so glad we did bits of it in Stagewise, because it's so damn good. I mean, they brought on live animals, for frig's sake.
But now.
Who knows what the musical will be like? We'll just have to try really hard, and at least we've got loads of good singers, and loads of enthusiastic people, even though unfortunately not all of the enthusiastic ones can sing, and possibly not all of the singers are so enthusiastic.
Except about singing, of course. Which is all that matters, really. And acting. (But is it really as important, to the MAN and such people?! No.)

Okay, shut up, Grace.

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Time for a picture or two.

Here's David Tennant. Doesn't he look good?
He's such a cutie.

And here are the Mighty Boosh, as TEST CARD F!
Genius.

Now, my dears.
Love, and leave, etc.

And sorry, yeah...

xxx

PS : I got SIX new items of very nice clothing (I think) in Oxfam the other day for 30 euro, so I'll have to show the to you soon. If I'm not too busy. The break approaches. The busiest time of all!

and another thing!

2007-10-18T22:37:00.001+01:00

Finally. Mairead's Rants, for everyone to enjoy. Keep it in mind, people, she and I are writing in the SAME section of the magazine!

Mairead!

Check it out. And read the rest of this for goodness' sake.

xxxx

"What do you know? You know nothing. Yet I still take you home." GARR.

2007-10-18T22:10:00.000+01:00

My name's Grace and I am angry.
I'm lucky I just got angry there, because it means I was spurred into writing one of these. Brilliant.
So, people. Flip's sake. They're all such IDIOTS. Some of them. They don't think or use their minds at all. They don't care about anything or anyone. But they pretend to. Oh ho ho ho! They pretend to, alright.
Like that IDIOT First Year who left her phone on top of her locker. Someone could steal that!
or people who totally, just ... yeah.

But anyways, got that off my chest. Now I can talk to you about ... HALLOWE'EN!
Oh, Hallowe'en is my favourite time of year, because it's got everything (except gifts). There's lots of dressing up, time off school, lovely colours and sometimes lovely weather (you know those lovely cold, dry mornings?), LOTS of food, parties, fires! And it's something everyone can enjoy.
Except the Spanish.
Apparently they don't celebrate Hallowe'en.
But anyways, there's the disco, and a few parties. Should be nice. The thing IS EVERYONE should be dressing up for the disco. (No Name Club is hosting it, Hallowe'en Night, C2 Night Club. Admission is 10 euro for non-members and 8 euro for members. No drink. No drugs. COME!)But the host and hostesses can't! Simply because most of them don't want to, even though everyone going to it seems to be. So, I'll just stick on some fairy wings or something, and say it's not a costume, and think of something better for the actual dressing up.
We discovered today the easiest way to think of a sexy costume (if that's what you want, which most people do) is just think of something, then add the word 'sexy' in front. Example : Sexy cat, Sexy Bob the Builder, Sexy waitress, Sexy Rockstar, Sexy scientist, Sexy Eskimo, etc, etc...

You get the gist.

What else? Oh, yes! Work experience! Need to organise some, I'm so procrastinate-y.

Also, the magazine. I did I review of Nick Hornby's new book, 'SLAM' (READ IT, READ IT, READ IT!) but I'll need to change a few things on it, and I'm doing a TV thing as well (Skins, probably) and a short story if I can think of a good enough idea which will be short.
NO IDEAS!

help me.

love.

xxxx

"I get all the girls, I get ALL the girls." WHOO, BLOG!

2007-10-08T20:38:00.000+01:00

Well, hii. It's been a while. And I haven't been lazy, I'll have you know. I've been busy. Really busy. Or at the times when I wasn't busy, I was too content to write, or else too pissed off. Well, the last one I did was the 22nd, so that's not toooo bad. Well, what can I say?

The most significant thing, I would say, has been the film. We did a film workshop with these two guys from the Galway Film Centre - called David* and Paddy** - where the group had to make a proper short film in a week. We were divided into groups to come up with the ideas and in the end the film was a combination of our group's (mostly Saoirse, and a bit of me, to be honest) with another groups (which was lots of mean Girls stuff) to make a very interesting plot. (It was about French girls in a school new bitching about everyone, and so on. There were sluts and rockers and nerds and bold teachers).
And then we had to storyboard it and do the script. I ended up writing out the whole script, and Saoirse directed the entire film. Cut a long story short, it went really well! Everyone in the group did something and had a part, and the costumes were fun, and the scenes all looked cool and we had tonnes of craic! All of that was exclusive to our week of the film course, the people in the week before didn't seem to have any of that. Not that it won't be a good film, just a very different film. Like, there's no speaking in theirs. There's nothing but in ours!
Everyone enjoyed it, I think. We ll had loads of fun dressing up anyways. And doing the sets. I had a small part as a teacher, but tonnes of work. The pictures are all on bebo. You should look at them.

this was after filming one of the days. as you can see, we're terribly stressed. I'm on the phone! I also look catmalojin***, but whatever.

Something you can expect to see in the film. If I show it you, that is. Or anyone else does.

Hmm, any more news? Finished woodwork, blah, blah blah... Went to Newport for Friday night, that was fun... Painting folders in art, got really messy...
OH YEAH! My birthday. It's on Sunday. Whooo, I am so excited. Cinema on friday, etc. Should be fun enough. As long as we don't go see Saw IV. Okay, I know that's not out yet, but I will NEVER be seeing it! And I don't particularly want to see Black Sheep either, but you know, I'm easy. Enough. Sometimes.
Cool. So, anyways.

I'm quite annoyed. At myself, but mostly other people. But don't worry, not you, person reading this (hah). Definitely, not you.

Grrr. Oh, God, that is so other blog. I used to just rant on that all the time and say "grr". Ohhh, good times. The olden days. The lockers by the second year area! Being obsessed with bands. Hanging out with the Third Years.

We went to Dublin! Did I say that? It was great fun, even though it seemed we had absolutely NO TIME, at all. We spent hours in Urban Outfitters and this wonderful shop called Se Si (He She, in Irish, but I've no fadas) and it was absolutely fabulous. Heaven. Two storeys, reggae shop, furry pink jackets, vintage and second-hand, stupidy cheap some of the stuff, really nice staff.
We also went to the regulars, and Circus, where they were too nice to us and showed us videos and told us about Bjork's dancers and really dear, mental, lovely clothes and fashion designers we had never heard of, but whom the boy near us knew really well, 'cos wasn't he soooo cool. They also showed Saoirse the dollies we wanted to go and see that day. THE ACTUAL ONES! Or one, anyways.
I bought a cool Addidas jacket (honestly, I love it, it's all sort of Addidas-youth, colourful, 80s-ey), and I need some great runners to match now. Soon, I'll be all sports-wear! Only joking. I also bought a 10CC CD for my mother, turquoise jeans for dead cheap in the Urban Outfitters sale (and I should have bought the purple or lemon yellow, too) aaand... a little green t-shirt.
It was fun. Very nice crepes. Horrible wasabi. Good times.

Now, I'm going to go watch some telly with my family. Talk to you later, and wish me a happy birthday on Sunday, haahaa! And Neasa (>>>)! It's hers tomorrow (don't think I forgot!).

Now, be good.
Don't say things that aren't true.
Don't make people feel awkward.
Don't let people make you feel awkward.
Twirl in the rain, as we've loads.
Mind yourself when you cross the road. Even if you run.

Loooove,
Grace

xxxx

*everyone loved.
**was a bit tougher, but he was nice to the two of us!
***great word, use it this week.

OH! P.S.!

2007-09-22T16:58:00.000+01:00

Facehunter went to the London fashion week! And I barely ever go on that site, which is unfair on myself, because it's genius. Random people on the street have the best clothes. Anyways, they're all really great, but a few things struck me about these ones :

(images aren't working today, just click)
her top! her tights (just like ones i have)!

such an adorable boy - saoirse, is this our redhead from i-D?

obviously, where can i get me some of these pants?!

shoes and tights!

these shoes

and she just looks cool.

That's all.

xxx

"White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time..." Title?

2007-09-22T15:24:00.000+01:00

Hello.

I don't know why I have the Life on the Murder Scene CD on iTunes, because it's not like I ever listen to any of the songs off it. Just, you know, they're live... And why would I listen to the live (and inferior, sorry MCR) version of the song when I have the album one?
But I don't want to delete it just yet, because I have no idea where it is. And when I find it, at least I know I'll always have it and will be able to delete it. But I won't just yet. It's probably in with all the other CDs, because I just rememebred it's CD size.
Well, obviously I'd keep 'Desert Song' and 'Bury Me in Black'. They're good.

Saw Superbad last night. Vulgur, rude, bold, hilarious. And cute, in a strange sort of way. I loved the Evan (was that his name?) guy. And all of them. My favourite bit was every scene with the cops.
I love movies.

Okay, what can I say? I'm nice and warm, except my hands and bare feet. I stole Luke's massive black jumper he bought in Penneys because he reckoned it didn't look nice on him. All of his clothes are too big, I don't see what the problem was. Anyways, it makes me look really obese, but I loves it. Wore it last night. That was clever, because it was impossible for food to go down my top! Any time I go to the cinema, that's a big problem. Oh well.
But yeah, have to make him buy clothes that aren't so massive.

I don't want to do anything today. I want to lie down and read. Which I've been doing all morning, and will keep doing until I stop. Unless someone tells me to go into town. Unlikely.

I read 1408 by Stephen King. It's only wee, it's in a bigger collection of short stories called Everything's Eventual (which is a cool name). It was really cool. Not scary. Would make a cool film, but apparently they've changed loads for the actual film. And apparently it's gone out of Castlebar cinema! Poo. Because I would've gone, despite my earlier "Ooh, it looks too scary/But John Cusack is in it!" Smeagol*/Gollum situation. But I've decided now. Perhaps at too late a stage.
I also found and finished Different Seasons. I dunno if I mentioned I only read the first third (let's say) of Apt Pupil, because I didn't like where it was going? Well, I wanted to find out was happened, so I read the final third, skipping the middle (which, I know, is like such an awful thing to do, but I really didn't want to hear about all the details of the kitty/wino murderings which I found out about in the end anyways). Where was I? I go on for far too long in brackets, then get confused. Oh yes, and I didn't care much for it. Then I read the Breathing Method, which I really liked. And with all the talk about it, you'd swear it was ALL about the actual event and the breathing method and all that, but it seemed to be literally a small part of it.
Anways, I'm definitely going to read more of the short stories in Everything's Eventual (which are actual short stories, not like the long ones in the other one). There's fourteen of them, which seems like a lot.

I was also reading the Hitchiker's Guide the the Galaxy, but ... I lost it. Where is it?! It must be in school somewhere. or in my room.
I hate that. My room is too small for things to go missing! It's the size of a bed, practically! But when it's messy, they can, easily. I also get very frustrated when it's messy, which nowadays is all the time. Because if I am getting dressed and don't know what to wear, within seconds every single item of possible clothing is all over my bed and floor. And then I don't want to put them back!
It's a downward spiral, and I am afraid it will lead to my destruction.

But I bought clothes! Silver shoes and pink shoes (which were only a euro!) and grey jeans which are too big and "fat man" pants. I know, I'm dreadful. They're so backward and not fashionable, in their sick trendy way. They're really not flattering as well, but in a strange way they are.

And we had our auditions for the musical, which I've already had like ten dreams about. I'm so annoyed at my lack of talent. It's one of those things which I know is going to be annoying me and getting in my way forever. I actually gave out to my parents for not being goods singers, and that it was their fault. Jokingly, of course.
Oh well, I'm glad that there are so many wonderful singers in our year. We shall have a glorious musical. Even if we don't know what it will BE for TWO WEEKS!

I have put in any pictures. What will entertain your poor little minds instead of all this boring ranting, which you have to read if you want to know what it is?

Okay, I'll draw you one.

Get it?

Okay, I've officially lost my mind. It's all of your fault.

Also, why am I always blaming everyone else for stuff?

Grace.

*Had to look up the spelling of that one, I'm ashamed to say. What?! It's weird!

"We come in peace; shoot to kill..." ...Row, row, row your boat!

2007-09-13T20:33:00.000+01:00

Hi-diddly-umpkin-fido!
Do you remember Animaniacs? That show was AWESOME!

So, how are you? Where was it that we last left off? (Let's pick up, pick up). I don't recall. But who cares? TY is going great! Mmm. Computers! Media studies! Art (but not enough)! Woodwork! Wonderful.

Junior Cert results came out. Yeah. I did okay. You know. I shouldn't have thought about it at all between then and now, and I woulda been happier, but what can you do? I am doomed to over-analyse things until they are shit.

What else? Hmmm. No. I don't know. I can't focus!

Damn. I wanted to write a blog. But I don't seem to be able to think of anything to say. Mental, that is.

There's stuff I need to do. I write it all down, then don't look at it when I go home which makes it void.

I want Kate Nash's album now. I read a review on it , though, and it was like "ehhh", but you know what? I'll buy it anyway. Or I'm working on Mum at least. Because she has money and I don't, so I get her to like bands and artists so she'll buy the CD. Worked with Paolo Nutini, Amy Winehouse, Regina Spektor, etc. But only stuff like that.

Ooh! Mock the Week!

grace
xxxx

"I don't want you to adore me, don't want you to ignore me, when it pleases you..." ... eeee runs around !

2007-09-03T14:43:00.000+01:00

School is tomorrow! I've got all these weird feelings about it. Excitement, partially, but more like "What am I supposed to do?! I can't go to school!". I feel like I won't be able to.
Imagine if it were fifth year. My God. I'm glad that it's not like that.

We went to Dublin yesterday. It was fun! The Topshop sales are incredibly brilliant, the best ever. I bought a massive t-shirt with a picture of a puffin on it for 7 euro. It's my way of joining the massive rave-y t-shirts trend that's been going for months now. I like it.
I also bought green tights that are too green (shit!) and school shoes. Fun. And tried on stuff. My mother bought me some cream shirts in Sligo - in Penneys! I couldn't find any in Penneys here. Odd.

And I read Nick Hornby's 31 Songs which I liked, because I love him and earlier didn't fancy it because it's non-fiction, but what the hell. You should all read it. You can see why High Fidelity was just so brilliant, and it really makes music the most important thing around while you read it. Preferably listening to the songs mentioned, if you can find them.
Rufus Wainwright's 'One Man Guy' is in it - one of my favourite songs of his, which made me happy. And 'Frontier Psychiatrist'! And, erm, twenty-nine brilliant others? Hahaah.
Read it because Nick Hornby saying anything about anything is better than lots and lots of other books you could waste time on.

Well, I can see a pattern emerging here. I'm not using my brain to write this. I'm so hungry. I'll probably have some cheese, but what I really want is a Marks & Spencer's cookie, eh?

Okay. The times they are a-changin', and we've got to go to school tomorrow! And wear big-people uniforms. I still don't have anything ready for Killary, which is Wednesday and Thursday, and should be good. We're going to miss the showing of Glen Hansard's film, Once which they are putting on for the Arts Festival, and whatever else they do for it those days.
I never mentioned we got chased by massive purple bird creatures in town the other day! It was terrifying. But a nice day, even if we got thrown out of a hotel. We were being very nice and not rowdy or anything, but I don't know if we were supposed to be on the roof garden...
At least we weren't kicked out of the school, while we gave our friend a tour of it!

Okay, that's it for the mo.

More later.

Love
Grace

xxxx

"Don't you want to be free?" ... "Long time, no write" - overstatement of the month.

2007-08-29T19:54:00.000+01:00

Hello. Well. Okay, it has of course been over a month (I am guessing) since I last did a blog. I'm terribly sorry. But you know, these things pile up. First it was the Gaeltacht, then I was back, and then I was off to stay with Neasa up North, and then I was too lazy to do anything! After that was Spain, and I came back from there at one o'clock this morning, so what can you do?

But I'm here now. Writing this in between watching Spaced and the IT Crowd on the computer, which is great fun, of course, but today I felt I REALLY should make a blog. Get it over with.
(While my mother tells her sister over the phone about overhearing a conversation about colonic irrigation in a barber's - ugh!)

Anyway, let me catch you up. The Gaeltacht was brilliant, which was no surprise. My Irish was a lot better than it was last year, when people speaking to me frightened me as much as brandished knives and snarling would. When I got back I couldn't put a stop to it, it was impossible. It still sneaks into my dreams. Brilliant. I didn't miss my left behind clothes too much, I brought the ones I was really glad to have, and bought a few things on my day out to Galway. can't remember what they were, except a stripey Penney's jumper which I've been getting loads of use out of.

Spain was really nice too. Really, really hot (I even have wee bit of a tan!), but it was comfortable! I got used to it, and did as Saoirse said bringing all of my skirts and shorts. It was fun wearing the really small ones my cousin gave me (even though I always dismissed them as far too short), and no tights. It was a novelty.
The markets were very cool, but I didn't get to any of those extremely cool filled-with-great-clothes-and-stuff markets, just your run-of-the-mill good ones. We didn't get to the amazing multi-storey shopping centre everyone was raving about (with Zara and H&M and all of those with very low price, etc.) because no one who knew where it was spoke any English.
But I got some great clothes around about anyways. I bought three t-shirts, two skirts, a "hippie dress", some hipbo (hippie-hobo) trousers, a pair of Hawaiian-looking short-shorts and a bag for TY. Greatness.
We played Scrabble and Pictionary a lot, which was lots of fun! They NEVER want to play games at home (I love board games), but suddenly we come on holiday and they do? Figures.
I bought a MASSIVE Spainish Vogue, which was two Vogues in one for 3.50 and gave it to Saoirse because she has lots of Vogues and knows Spainish. We had lots of fun reading it today (along with sneaking around our school and a hotel. I never thought anyone would ever say to me "Leave before I call security", but there you go). Wonderful.

So, that's a quick briefing.

School starts very soon. I'm looking forward to it, but it will be such a drastic change to things now. Not just change within the school like uniforms, new fancy canteen food, being allowed out at lunch, doing fun things instead of class, no homework, going up to the boys' school and so forth, but just the very fact that it will no longer be summer. I will have to be in a certain place every day for the rest of the year, except for some days. If you get what I mean. Which doesn't sound that mental, but it is different to the summer, where it's do what you like. Sort of. My summer was very structured and busy though, about which I was so glad. And I didn't have a job!

Hmm, something pop-cultural... Well, like I said I'm watching Black Books. Or perhaps I forgot to easy Black Books. Oh, it is BRILLIANT. Dylan Moran is blurry amazingaBill Bailey as well. I used to hate the girl, but she's funny on this. Of course, they write the lines for her, but you know how it is.
I love telly. AND BOOKS! I will be able to read a lot now. No more exhausting school and study and pretending to study or being exhausted from school and study and pretending to study. That list I spoke about, as lists do, is simply getting longer. Along with CDs I need to buy.
I bought Regina Spektor's album the other day, which I love, but I'm now overplaying it at all, because it would be too easy to get sick of her voice. I really like it though.

I want a Supertramp album. Mum said she used to love them, so we probably have some of their records. 'Breakfast in America' is far superior to ... is it Gym Class Heroes? Yeah, I think so. Their song slightly sampled it, they stole the tune and some of the lyrics. They probably got permission. But, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I like it, it's weird.

Ooh, doing blogs is fun! We should all do it more often!

I'll do another tomorrow, and I'm going to get my Daddy to bring me to Castlebar so I can school-shop and such.

Love you
Grace
xxx

"Ask me, I won't say no, how could I?" .... NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!

2007-07-18T12:24:00.000+01:00

Okay, cast your memories (or just look) back to a couple of weeks ago when I was trying to pack for Stagewise and I said it was very easy compared to what packing for the Gaeltacht would be.
EXHIBIT A!
I am nearly in tears. I have about four piles of clothes on my bed, still, and I have already gone through them with "maybe" and "no" and "definitely" piles around ten times. To begin with, it was nearly all my clothes, but I've been ridiculous in taking stuff out, YET THERE'S STILL WAY TOO MANY! I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I would bring them all, if I could. But I can't fit them in the fxcking suitcase! Like, at this point, I'm not too bothered if people think "Feck, she's brought a lot o' clothes!" because my suitcase is of medium size compared to some I saw last year. So I figure, as long as I can contain it all in there, it's not overpacking. But I frigging can't!
So, what am I supposed to do? I know that when my mother comes home she will go all Trunchbull on it, and I'll be upset because I want to bring it all. I mean, I will wear everything. Or could possibly. I don't know what I want to wear before I wear it! It was different last time, I just packed six outfits and one for the disco, which was actually underpacking because we had three discos.
Okay, I'm going to go through it again, extremely realistically. I mean, I could do without the grey check pants or the red jeans, but why should I? They're nice and I do wear them. And, again, what would happen if I wake up say "I want to wear my red jeans", but I never brought them?

(And did you know that blogs come up in Google searches?! I did, but it never hit me until recently...)

Where was I? Oh yes, mental breakdown. Back in a sec.

It is now three piles! This is extreme progress. I took out some long sleeved tops, and my Tinkerbell t-shirt that my cousin gave me. I've always liked that. it's black with a silver outline of Tinkerbell, it's not silly. But I took it out. And I took out the preppy red and white polo shirt I bought in Oxfam. So, I'm really good, aren't I? And I think I may take out those two pairs of pants, simply because I'm in a comfy-jeans mood RIGHT NOW. See, packing is so damn objective.

I just realised I don't know how I'll fit my shoes in.

Okay, my mum did help there. It's now all in my suitcase, ohhh yeah! well, that's the clothes down. Now I'm going around the house with a big cardboard box collecting make-up and hairspray and that style of thing.

I'll do another post tonight. Because I need to!

love
grace
xxx

"Maybe you'll just get right down to wearing out the matress." ... Nearly gone.

2007-07-16T23:00:00.000+01:00

Hello! That's right, I am nearly gone. It's like the scene in Back to the Future when he starts to disappear during Johnny B. Goode. I'm fading away! Sort of. I'm not dying, just going to the Gaeltacht, on Thursday, for three weeks. And you can write to me, here : Colaiste Chamuis, Camus, Co. na Gaillimhe. That wasn't daring of me, because it's just the address of our Gaeltacht. Anways, I am looking forward to it, I must say. Only, I'm not very organised. We went to Castlebar today so I could get the last few things, but I totally forgot important stuff and ended up buying knee-high stocking-y things instead of proper tights which was REALLY annoying!
I think I was a little distracted by the sales. They're pretty good, especially in a|wear. But I almost wanted to cry when I saw that the beautiful top I had paid nearly thirty euro for going to my cousin's confirmation, and will totally wear many times again, is now reduced to 5. FIVE EURO! That's the most fucking unfair thing I've ever heard. Number one, because they are gorgeous tops, and it makes me feel weird that there were, like, 8 leftover and number two, because I PAID LOADS FOR IT!
I'm getting really annoyed just thinking about it. So annoyed I didn't even buy the brown version, which was also five euro. That and I wasn't sure if I'd wear it.

In Penneys they also had the shoes I bought on the same day for thirteen euro down to five. That wasn't so bad, BUT IT STILL LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE OUT TO GET ME!
Least I got loads of wear out of those shoes. They're sparkly.

I wanted to buy those pink stilettos they have in Penneys at the moment, and it was probably my last chance to get the last size 7 (even though I'm a 6, the 7 fit me perfectly for a change). As you may or may not know, I am total sucker for stilettos. And these ones were just so ... I don't know. Plain. Fake-ish. Sort of tacky, but really sweet. I really liked them anyways. They had them in a sort of indigo/violet version, which was weird, but I wanted the pink. Anyways, cut a long story short, my mother hates stilettos. HATES. It's one of the few things I adore that she really, really hates. And seeing as I had no money, and was dependent on her charity and saying "Yes, that is nice, here's money to buy it" (like with the long white skirt I bought earlier) I didn't get them. She didn't like them at all. And I don't think maybe people would if they saw them on the shelf, but I knew if I was let have them I could work them! But she said "You already have pink stilettos", referring to these :

They're similar. they look dirtyish there, though. I don't know if anyone thought they would be great when I bought them, but I've worn them a lot, and Mum does like them, so HAH! But I explained to her they weren't the same, those were baby pink, these were LIPSTICK pink! Anyways, I didn't get them. I'm really pissed off about that.

I finished the Willy Russel book. It was brilliant, genius, strange! The best bit was around the middle (?), I think. That was when I was laughing out loud. Luckily there weren't any points I really wanted to cry, but I came close a few times. The ending caught me off guard. Read it, anyways. See what you think.

I can't believe that this time a year ago we would be sitting on the yellow leisure park grass, absolutely roasting. Haha. Happy juice.

Ermm, I don't know what else to say. I'll probably do another teary-eyed post before I go. But tomorrow I'm going to get organised, and I'll go into town Wednesday, so see you there.

love youu
Grace

xxx

"'Cos the girl that she ignores is the girl that I adore..." ...Whooo!

2007-07-14T16:19:00.001+01:00

Well. Hello, there! I'm feeling okay. I'm sure I could think harder to produce a better answer, but I feel a bit disjointed right now.

We had our tea party yesterday which was lots of fun and went very well. Everyone brought food and there was more cake-in-face incidents, and I ate a lot of stuff, especially biscuits and jam tartlets and that nice chocolate cornflake messy stuff. Everyone, including myself, took lots of photos, but I'd say theirs are nicer, so I'll steal one and put it up here. Hehehe.
Oh, well, I suppose I should mention my outfit. I did go on and on about Alice dresses after all, and it came out well. I dyed it, all by myself! It came out great in the dye. I took a quick picture.

I had a really REALLY busy day on Thursday, as you can imagine. We went to Castlebar to buy stuff, and then Stef had to rush off the work, and I had loads of baking to do, and my dress to make! But my mum helped a lot with the dress. It came out lovely-ly, if I do say so myself. Which I do.

You can't really see it in this next picture, but I wore that little Victorian lady cameo brooch thing with it. And Saoirse's lacy bolero-style thing.

As I said, the pictures I take at these things are always rather... weird. Well, they're often just the sides of people's heads or people caught-off-guard, because I don't bother getting them to pose most of the time. And if the settings are weird they can go blurry in a bad way, or way or blurry in a cool but annoying way if the flash is off. Well, obviously I didn't take that one.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, yesterday. It was fun. But it's the same feeling you get when things happen and then are over. It's like, that's another thing for me to check off, and I forget what I'm doing while I'm not doing stuff or planning stuff for another time. Now I'm in between stuff. But, I retain it was brilliant fun and I might talk more about it later.

I can hear Desert Song radiating from my room. It sounds good. Speaking of songs, the lyrics in the title of this are from a song by the Frank & Walters which was stuck in my head today. It's a very good one.
Now it's the Cardigans. Oh, how great are they? Very, but I've already spoken about them, I think.

More importantly, I'm sure, I SAW HARRY POTTER THURSDAY NIGHT! Very few people got tickets, but we did! I'm not saying I didn't enjoy myself, and I don't want to give anything away but they left LOADS out. Honestly, if you are a fan of the books (as I am), you will feel annoyed. Luna Lovegood was absolutely brilliant though. Apparently the girl who plays her, Evanna Lynch, is totally OBSESSED with Harry Potter, which made me think that it must have been a wee bit annoying at parts. I mean, reading the screenplay, say, of a film which seemed if they got the book, shredded it, split the shreds into two piles and then took one and said "Okay, we'll use this half of stuff in the film" (maybe less) and not shouting at the scriptwriters. But I'm sure being in the film more than made up for that annoyance. She's still incredibly lucky, like, and she did REALLY well.
Helena Bonham Carter was really good, too, and I'm sure Tonks would have been good if she'd had any real lines. Ditto the guy who was playing Shacklebolt. Anyways, see it for yourself.

I'm reading a good book now by Willy Russel (yeah, the guy who wrote Blood Brothers and Our Day Out) called The Wrong Boy. I didn't like the main character to being with, but it's got this great story-unfolds thing going on, and he reveals things which make you think he's still weird, but you feel sorry for him. And you also forget about the whole obsessed-with-Morrissey thing. And it's fine to be obsessed with Morrissey, but at first I was like "Ehh" because he seemed like one of those "I am vegetarian because Morrissey is and I'm depressed because Morrissey is" and you go "WHAT ARE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE?". If that makes any sense at all. But it's not so much like that. It's good.
I like all the Smiths references, as well. It's cool.

Haha. I just read the funniest quote ever. Speaking of Morrissey, and all that, Robert Smith from the Cure simply said once : "If Morrissey says 'don't eat meat', then I'll eat meat, because I hate Morrissey." I like that because it's nice and blunt.

Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, books. Books are wonderful. But I borrowed three from the library, one which I feel like I have already read, one which I read, and one which I have been reading on and off. But, unsurprisingly, they are late back. They were supposed to go back on the 8th. What will I do? I want to finish them. I don't really know how the library works, I only got my card a while ago. Do I renew them? How does that work? I asked Dad last night if they charge you a fine for being late back with books before they send you a letter and he just said "Pucks". But I think he was joking.

Now, Jack wants a go on the computer so I'll go. I have much more to say. I don't know if I will ever been done.

Grace
xxx

"I woke up in love this morning, went to sleep with you on my mind!"... CLOTHES!

2007-07-10T20:46:00.000+01:00

Okay, so, hello!

Today was great. We got so much planning done for the Tea Party on Friday. If you're going to be there, you can look forward to a really great day. Honestly, it's going to be fabulous. Provided you comply with the few rules! Hehehe...
Anyways, I bought a few items of decoration and so forth for that, and have been thinking of things to be baking for it in the upcoming days as well.
So much to do and so little time in which to do it! The one thing I can say about this summer is that I have not been without something to do at any point. Even if I have complained of boredom, it has been false! Because you can't be bored with all this stuff. I was right when I said "I refuse to let this summer turn out the exact same as the last summer". Which was fine in itself, the hanging around and the socialising and doing nothing of any reality most of the time - that was important for last year. It had to happen. But I didn't want that this summer, I wanted something more.
Which I've been getting.
I certainly have been getting it. I mean, there was Stagewise and then this, and then I'm jetting off to the Gaeltacht next week. Then you will actually notice my absence. Well, if you notice my presence, that is! Because three weeks is a long time for someone to be gone. But I am looking forward to it, even if my travelling company don't seem to be as enthused! Cough.
But am I bothered? No. I'm very happy with things right now. In general, I mean. As in, today I'm feeling a little sick and I burned the roof of my mouth and my back is itchy, BUT IN GENERAL things are grand.

Anyways, that's life right now. But the title of my post (Not the David Cassidy quote, that was just for fake-nostalgia and because I love David Cassidy) surely twigged something in your brains?
Yes! I have been trawling and found a few great vintage sites and LOADS of clothes. The thing is with this kind of thing, is that I rarely buy the stuff I see and like, but it gives me ideas, it does. (Still mind-working on that Amish dress by the way. Give me the materials and I'm away).
Anyways, I have spotted some really really lovely things. Hold on, I bookmarked them.
Check out Vintage Amore for some sweet, REALLY good value stuff. I particularly liked some of the dresses, and am thinking of buying the $5 Rapunzel one!
Another AMAZING site I found is this one, run by four incredibly stylish siblings called Upside Dive, on which I really liked a lot of stuff, including these three jackets :

This blue one speaks for itself, it's brilliant. I love the colour (obviously) and the shape, and all the pockets and stuff. If I see a similar one somewhere, I'm grabbing it.

This is also really nice, and different. It's got cool colours on it and would go with a lot of stuff. And even though this is more of a blazer, I think I'll leave plaid jackets to the professionals. (*winks at Saoirse).

I really want this. It looks so warm and wonderful, and I want one. But I think it looks really good on the boy there, and maybe wouldn't suit me, a girl. Trenchcoat types of things have not made me look nice in the past. This is great because he's all thin and boyish. Boys are lucky in this respect.

I also LOVE this. I want to get my hands on one. This one is perfect. These cardigan/waistcoats never stop reminding me of Ferris Bueller who sported a great one in the film (one of my favourite films ever, need I add?).

Awesome. Jennifer Gray had a great outfit in that too. More about my obsession with John Hughes films and the wonderful clothes in them in a later blog, no doubt.

The third site I wanted to tell you about was called Porkchop Girl, and it's also really brilliant. I found lots of things there I really loved, but these stood out to me in particular :

This is beautiful, isn't it? What the feck would I wear it with, though, if I had it? That's the big question. It's quite different to what I would normally wear. Which is, obviously, a large part of its appeal. Plus, it's so lovely!

I liked this skirt because it's so simple and nice and preppy. It would go with loads, and I would totally wear it. What I really liked and what stood out about it was the fact that it was so similar to skirts I had seen in my mother's old dressmaking patterns, and the ease it would take to make! So, I definitely will run up one and see how that looks.

ISN'T THIS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS? I really want to buy it, but at $42 it's too rich for my blood. I'll just look at it a lot, dreamily. The only thing I would change is, I might try and do something right at the bust where I feel something should be. You know. Otherwise it seems a little straight down. Whatever, it's still beautiful.

And that concludes What Grace Saw and Liked today. Why don't you leave me a comment and say what you think about the clothes? Or suggest more websites we might all have a look at. Everyone here likes that sort of stuff.

Speaking of comments, we found out today lots of people we know may read your blog regularly BUT NEVER COMMENT! This is quite lazy, as it is so darned easy to leave a comment. Also, it's unfair on us because sometimes we think no one loves us.
*violins*.
So, bear that in mind, if you've just read this. It's common courtesy to comment!

That's about it. If you're coming to the Tea party on Friday, you should have received a message from us on bebo telling you about it, or something similar, like us telling you physically. (If you didn't, you're not invited!) If you did, you should already be thinking of what you will bake.
I'm grinning away.

Bye-bye!
lovelove
Grace
xxx

"Who are these people, man? Are we not all the same?" ... I'M BACK!

2007-07-07T22:37:00.000+01:00

Hello my beautiful people, I am most certainly back from the wonderful place that was Stagewise.
Was it good?
It was everything I wanted to be, and so much more. It was not-even-a-week of pure brilliance. The classes were so amazing, and if I am not wholly skilled in the art of mime right now... well, I am! There were five sections to the course : Music, Dance, Mime, Acting and Comedy, and all of the teachers were really awesome. Our core class was mime (that means we had it twice a day, and it was our main thing and was what we performed in the final presentation). Our tutor was absolutely brilliant, honestly. He was called Rowan Tolley, which made Penny say on the first day "What is a rowan trolley?". Everyone in our group was really great, and I think at the end we were all extremely glad we had mime, even though he's not everyone's favourite person and on the first day everyone warned us that he was a real bastard. But we all loved him, because he was a really good teacher and hilarious.
Comedy was also fabulous and the teacher was, like, awesome. I loved him, and we had loads of fun in his class, and in the serious characterization workshop he did at dinner on Wednesday.
Music was also really REALLY fun. The music teacher and our core tutor had this big pretend rivalry going on, where Rowan would often remind us "This is NOT Robert Hyman's class, where you prance around singing songs", and Robert Hyman did uncanny Rowan impressions to music.
Acting was good, but most people found it boring. Perhaps because as people interested in drama, we all have seen scripts and done scenes, and it wasn't all different and unusual. Except it was good, and 'Our Day Out' was the play everyone studied.One particularly fun bit was when we acted out a Big Brother-style scenario with puppets as the characters coming into the "Diary Bus'. (example : "Day 1 on the Progress Class' Day Out. Mrs. Kay has entered the Diary Bus. Hello Mrs. Kay." "Hi Big Brother..."). That was cool. We were Colin.
Dance was cool, but tiresome! We had this Bottle dance, which was using bottles as rhythm or whatever, and that was fun, but I have all bruises on my thighs, because there was a lot of that in our groups' dances. The teacher was really nice; he gave us a lift to Heuston on the last day.
Friends were made, food was eaten, teachers were ~~stalked~~ admired, lots of laughs were had, and tears were even cried!
Everyone had brilliant clothes, too. Especially the Spanish contingent. Because Spanish people come, too.

There were three discos, karaoke and a quiz at the nights. And one night we all went into one room to have a big sing. It was utterly brilliant.
Ooh, for more about Stagewise, like important stuff about fees and that (AND HOW TO REGISTER) go to their wee website. We might even be in next year's gallery! Eee! Or ask me; I'm dying to talk about it to whoever'll listen for hours and hours.

Moving on, I have nothing else to say! Well, the Tea Party is coming up, and I'm having panic attacks about planning. I don't feel ready to do anything major after all of that. I'm still adjusting to being back in Westport. The Gaeltacht is so soon as well! What are they trying to do, kill me?
I'm feeling awfully sick, my sinuses are like, really pissed off all of a sudden. I'm pure drained.

I'll write more stuff as and when I think of it.

buh bye,
Grace
xxx

"I've been through the desert on a horse with no name..." Hat and Bouncing Day/My imminent departure

2007-06-30T14:05:00.000+01:00

Hello! I am feeling good.

Hat and Bouncing day on Thursday was SO MUCH FUN! Honestly, even though it was raining. In fact I think that probably made it more fun. The food was lovely, too. Everyone won fabulous hats, and our friend won deservedly because it was a really cool hat made of a lampshade. We took lots of photos.

Shane and me looking awesome (!).

But, yeah, it was great. People liked my Top Hats. I was glad. They were nicer than I remembered, I hadn't had them in so long. Our mix CDs didn't work properly, though, and were destroyed by the rain.

Tomorrow I am going to Stagewise to learn to become a fantabulous actor. Well, that's the hope. I'm looking forward it it, but I have to pack. And as you may or may not know, it is much easier to pack for a month than a week. I'll tell you why. When you are packing for a few weeks, or a month or even a few months, you can be quite liberal with packing, and throw lots of things in, without looking like a nutjob.
But a week is only seven days. That could be seven outfits. Or, for me it will only really be six. And how the hell do you pick six outfits, not for anything fancy? I don't know. I mean, how am I supposed to know what I will feel like wearing? I might wake up on Tuesday and think "I want to wear my blue jeans and my Tom and Jerry t-shirt. BUT I DON'T HAVE EITHER OF THOSE WITH ME! I only have all of this crap".
I can really see myself doing that. I've got so many clothes now, much more than I did last year. Last year Mum and I agreed I didn't have enough clothes, but when I was trying to organise my wardrobe a few weeks ago, I knew that I have tonnes, and none of it is stuff that I'm only holding on to, because I couldn't bear to throw it away.

Taken while cleaning room. It seemed like more.

But I'll deal with it. I'm bringing my Gaeltacht suitcase, which is a little silly because it's too big. But it's either that or a rugby type of bag. I'll pick the funky blue thing, thanks.

I feel like listening to desert music. You know the type of music that's on in films when they go into the desert? That really kind of sleepy, weird music that really makes you think of just orange and yellow deserts and nothing else?
Okay, maybe I am insane.
But whatever.
I'm trying to think of examples... okay, you know in Romeo + Juliet when Romeo is stuck in Mantua? That music is amazing. I want it. I mean that films has an awesome soundtrack (Radiohead, Garbage, the Cardigans!), but I don't know if they have the score on the soundtrack CDs you can buy.
Oh, just looked it up. Volume 2 apparently does have the score. According to this, anyways.
This is class. I'm totally going to buy it. Both of them. If I had money. I bet they have them in HMV. For cheap, too. I sometimes go into a HMV when I'm on Galway or Dublin and it's like "Now, what is the point of Zhivago?". Because Zhivago is quite expensive in comparison. It always seems to be sales time when I'm in there, as well.

Agh! Back to packing. I think I'll just have to get out all of my clothes, then filter through them logically and make some lists. Lists are good.
I'll bring a few contact lenses. Why not? Only, last night I wanted to wear them, but I couldn't get them in, and I dropped two, so I gave up and cried loudly, with frustration.
They are an utter nightmare, I tell you.

We were at the beach yesterday! It was very fun. I hadn't been to the beach properly in ages. We took photos. I don't have them, but maybe Saoirse will put some up, if she wants to. And tell you some more about this scheme of hers.

So, now I probably should go. I definitely don't feel like I'm about to leave for a week. Probably because no one is crying or clinging onto my jumper saying "Don't go, Grace! Please! I need you!". Oh well, that may be because you won't even notice I'm gone. It'll just be like, whatever. A week. We sometimes don't see Grace for a week anyways, and no one kills themselves.
Well, more when I get back.

love
Grace
xxxxx

"I hear in my mind all this music, and it breaks my heart.."...Hello dahlilahs!

2007-06-27T20:26:00.000+01:00

Well, today was fun.
Unfortunately, I did in no way get around to decorating my hat, but I've had some ideas, so I shall tonight. I probably won't win the "Most Outrageous Hat" prize, but I'll try and make it look nice. I'm thinking pearls ,feathers and flowers to match my dress.

I must go down to the shop and purchase some cat food.

I'm back, and have just heard the worst cover of Roxanne by the Police, EVER. My God. Worse than Fall Out Boy's one, which was actually kind of good.

So, tonight I make Top Hats! I bought two bags of marshmallows, four big bars of chocolate and a thing of sprinkles, but I don't want to make too many. Maybe twenty? They won't be terribly nutritious or anything, because I am going to make them look "outrageous", ie, covered in varying sprinkles. Which of course means, I won't be eating nay, because I hate sprinkles.
Nevertheless, terribly looking forward to tomorrow!

As I said, today was pretty nice. Only that my day got held up looking at his next job, and didn't pick me up until I was halfway home. But I was glad I started walking, because after everyone (that I was talking to) left I didn't particularly want to be left waiting.
I bought moisturiser, lip-balm, face wipes, etc. for Stagewise, but I still need some things like John Frieda blonde shampoo (many blonde people have told me to use it) and some more Piriton tablets. I think I must accept the fact that I do have a form of hayfever, but at least my eyes don't water. Only get very irritated.
Also, it lasts much longer than just the month of June! Another reason I believed I had something special and uncommon. But whatever. Hayfever tablets make it less bad, therefore it must be hayfever.

I also joined the library, where we spent most of the day. I got three books : Beauty, Love Lessons and Nicola and the Viscount; two of which were on my list, one I just thought looked good. It doesn't change the fact that I prefer to buy books, and will try and buy some of the hot picks on my list (the ones I really REALLY want).
They had three Douglas Coupland books, but I got out none of them. I don't fancy reading J-Pod, Eleanor Rigby didn't suit my mood, and Hey Nostradamus! looked really good! But I had my heart set on Girlfriend in a Coma. I am happy there are many to choose from. I know in my heart I am terrified of being severely let down, that his other books will not be as good as Generation X was to me. This is why I did not borrow them, methinks.

I don't have a lot to say today. I had a "snack box". It was good. I love fast food.

Okay, I'm going to take pictures of the Top Hats when they are done, and you can see the hat tomorrow, after the day's events.

Oh, and I was really pissed off yesterday! Just at the the very end of the day. But today has evened it out. It's funny how things that are possibly pretend or in your head can relax you. They may not be true, but they comfort you. Like always needing to have something/one in vision when you are somewhere, in order to not feel antsy. It's not like it/they will go away or die, but you still need to know where it is.
Well, that's not what I was talking about per se, but it's an example.

So, now you know I am happy, I will go.

Liff liffen,
Grace
xxx

"They provoke you to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke"...Quick after-post.

2007-06-26T22:15:00.000+01:00

Just a few things. I don't know if I'll post tomorrow, I have to decorate my hat, and buy Stagewise supplies! I had a long phone conversation with Penny where were finally planned things and pleased our parents. What is it with parents?

Shane made a blog. It's very good already. Here. See what I am talking about? Blog Renaissance. perhaps we will even keep it up this time. Remember the old days?

Also - my acting career has been quashed quickly as it started. Okay, it could be said it never really started. Hey, wait a minute! It did start. I was in a movie! Albeit, the movie was a total flop (I blame myself for that now. I didn't before, but I realised the blame should be down to the one with the most lines. Well, they don't count as lines, I guess. Rambling within brackets again...), THAT'S NOT THE POINT!
I wonder if our parcel ever made it to My Chemical Romance, did they watch our film? I had a spare copy of George... with me., and we put it in the parcel Saoirse tried to give to the band!
is that a bit mad?

And I refuse to be sucked into Grey's Anatomy, even though its quite good! At least it's really easy to walk in and out of. Like, you can be like "She slept with who...? And now they're...? Okay.", then sit down and watch. Without going "whaaa'?"

Mum is telling me to get off.

That was all really. Kind of pointless.
love you
xx

"The mind has so many pictures, why can't I sleep with my eyes open?"...Whew!

2007-06-25T22:19:00.000+01:00

Well, well, well! I have certainly been busy, and I am terribly sorry for not blogging in ... oh, it must be days! How have you all MANAGED? Seriously, I feel like I owe you a good one. I'm actually, like, anxious to get it all in. I did a little plan so I didn't forget anything. Haha, how stupid* is that?

Well, where have I been hiding? All over the shop! Or so it seems. On Thursday I was in Dublin; Friday, nothing really, but I went to the cinema instead of doing a blog; Saturday I was in Castlebar and Sunday and today I have been in Ballyconneely (sp?)/Clifden, for my grandfather's birthday.

Dublin was brilliant, it really was. We went up in a small group, which is always much handier and nicer, and we went everywhere! I didn't actually buy too much even though we were in loads of shops, but I was happy with my purchases!

Green H&M leggings; hippie footless tights; Nick Hornby book; chef pants; yellow jelly shoes; pink hat; badges; flourescent yellow eyeshadow.

As you can see, I bought these chef pants in a charity shop for around 5 euro. I mean, I couldn't have left them! They're freaking chef pants! I don't really know what to do with them, though. they're too baggy and chef-like to try and wear normally, without looking like I was just out of the kitchen or a mad lunatic. I thought about sewing (well, getting Mum to, as she is brilliant at that) them so that they were a bit more normal, or even drainpipes. They'd look really good like that, methinks. But there is just so much fabric! Where to start? That's a project for another day, definitely. Because right now it's all a little busy.

I really like the tights as well, even though it turned out they were footless. My God, you cannot escape footless tights these days. It's the biggest let down ever to get a pair of tights and realise they are actually more like leggings. they look weird when I stretch them down to look like tights, as well, but it's okay.
What else did I buy? I'm going to put up a quick picture of the few things I bought, but right now I am recalling from memory. Oh, of course, the shoes!
These shoes are luminous yellow, and jelly! I really, really love them. I wore them to the cinema on Friday night, and to Castlebar the next day. With my luminous yellow earrings and suspenders. It was cool, I loves luminous yellow!
I also saw this really nice Amish dress, in H&M. Well, the dress itself wasn't actually that nice. I liked the fact it was black and has a white collar, but the material was all wrong, and it didn't have a great shape. I'm going to try and make it, but it's not working because you can't get fabric anywhere except Dublin anymore. No-one needs it, except for curtains. It's depressing. I took a picture in the dressing-room.

We had a great time though, and my friend got his lip pierced. You might have seen the pictures on my bebo. And if you haven't, they're there if you want to.

I'm going to go sort out photos for this, then continue on! But I've got to hurry, as Prison Break will be over soon, and that is my time slot! perhaps I could save this as a draft, finish it and post it tomorrow?

My fabulous cousin, Neasa, has finally made her smashing return to the world of blogging, and you should all go to hers right now! Kids, whoever said cyber bullying doesn't work was lying!

Now, onto something even more retail-tastic, I did some shopping in Castlebar, and I've never been more excited about a pair of trousers in ages! These are white, with reddish pink vertical stripes and I fell in love with them the second I saw them in the second hand shop (judge all you want, I've never seen clothes like this in your regular shops) hanger, for five euro. See for yourself.

(Ignore all the crap in my room. I haven't really talked about my room before, but it's about this big [ ] and full of stuff.)

Okay, as you can see, they were flares at first. can you believe it? I loathe flares. How I loathe them. So, I got my magical mum (see above, chef pants), to make them drainpipes, and voila! I wore them yesterday (and today, I must admit. All I brought for a change of clothes was my H&M skirt, which turned out to be the stupidest idea ever, on the windiest day ever). I would wear them every day.
This is the skirt by the way, with a Beatles badge replacing a missing button, and my new green leggings.

The only thing is, they (my new pants, I mean) have one of those flies. The flies my body hates. Anatomically, I am not built for flies, because this one opens (REALLY OBVIOUSLY, may I add?) every five seconds. I'm trying to fix it, but it's a nightmare! You can imagine the embarrassment. Kind of takes away from the outfit.
I will die if I am ranting about my love for these pants and you all hate them. Well, not die, because I know I love them. And also, you couldn't but.

I also bought a few other things. A sleeveless, Dorothy Perkins top (in EnableIreland, duh) with frills all down the middle, which opens and cloeses. Okay, mainly I bought it for its pirate-espe qualities, and it looks shit on its own, but I like how it looks with a jacket.

I also bought two of these white dresses in Penneys, which were 1 euro each, and I am going to mess with and use for the Tea Party. ONE EURO! I simply couldn't leave them. I wish I had bough more!

And this cute floral dress :

So, I think I did well on my two shopping days.

Moving AWAY from shopping... I am worried that I'm focusing a little too much on clothes, right, and I started off as more than that. So, don't think that I have (turned into a blog only about clothes), because I haven't. Not that I don't love those, but I always feel more like a bit of a rant or ramble, and this is definitely the place to do it, if ever there was.
I was at Fantastic Four 2 (or whatever) on Friday. I liked it, even if the projectionist appeared to be on drugs. For at least ONE HALF of the film the picture was sooo squashed. It gave me such a headache, and I just keep complaining to the people beside me. But when he fixed it, I was able to enjoy the film a lot more, and do you know what? It was pretty good. The first one was much better, of course, but, yeah, I liked it. And I never really understood the appeal of Jessica Alba before (I mean, she can't really act, can she?) but I realise now she's quite pretty.
It was fun. I just love films, so I don't really come out of cinema complaining about stuff, do I? Unless they are flat out terrible, like Pathfinder. That film was so bad. I mentioned this earlier.

(next day)

Is that Lily Allen singing on the radio? It's crap. Omigod, it is a cover of the Kaiser Chiefs. A really bad one.

Monk is on. I love that show. Mum and I watch it, but right now she is asleep. It has been a tiring day.
I got contact lenses. They're easy to put in, but almost impossible to take out. In Specsavers they make you take them out and in three times before you can go. It was the most humiliating and frustrating thing ever. It took me so goddamned long to do it, and she was just there, waiting and saying "Okay, now, just pull it out with your thumb... oh." I wanted to break down. I wanted her to let me go, and tell her I would practise later. But she didn't. Anyways when I got home from town and it was time to take them off, I did it! The second one took ages, but it was easier being able to hit things in frustration and walk around.
My eyes are tiny, compared to my face. My face is also blocky. It looks shit without glasses. But, I will survive. Now I can finally wear sunglasses!

I also bought a hat in Dublin! Crap, I totally forgot! It's for Hat and Bouncing day. I am going to put feathers and buttons on it tomorrow, which will be my project for that day. Along with making "top hats" (Neasa will remember these).

My nose looks like a pig's here, but oh well.

The Kerrang! Awards are being voted for around now. I voted for Steer Clear, even though I only just bought the album, brand new, in Oxfam for four euro. You see, everyone was telling me to buy it and that they were brilliant (some said they were rubbish), but I wasn't eager to pay album money for a band I'd never heard. So this was brilliant. I hated them at first, but they are really growing on me, particularly a song called "Sick To Death". I just think it's important to 'support', as it were, the Irish bands. Because it's not like England will ever heard of them unless they become successful over here.
I prefer Cowboy X though. Man, they are brilliant and no one has heard of them! My mother has recently discovered she also likes them, after borrowing some of my CDs for the car. we got a new CD player, simply because it SAID in the Argos catalogue that it took USBs, but it doesn't seem to. Mum is annoyed, because, like, what was the point? I don't know. There is a man who says he can fix it. Whatever.
Another great Irish band I have talked about before (probably) are Fred. I need to get some money and buy their album. I especially like their single, Good One. Their website is very cute, and you can hear a bit of the song, as well as play Tetris!
Go to all of the bands' pages by clicking their names, there. I might put them in the side, if they're good.

Books, books, books. This summer is all about books. I saw Nick Hornby's How To Be Good in some second-hand shop on Thursday, and I felt like re-reading it, so I bought it. I already have it, but not right now. So, I was glad. He is easily one of my favourite authors of all time, and I still haven't read Fever Pitch! I also read Tony Parson's Man and Boy, which was so brilliant. You should read that. Now. Especially if you like Nick Hornby, I thinks.

Everything is just piling up on the top of my head. Hat and Bouncing day, Tea Party, Stagewise, all this planning! Not in that order. I mean, I was looking forward to a busy summer, but I just don't know what to do with myself!

At least I've got some nice clothes, haha. I thought you might want to see the context in which I wore my new shoes on Friday night, with a skirt I found that I have never worn. Pink tights, a pair which I have had for one or two years.

Everyone is talking about all these concerts and Oxegen. I haven't got any concerts planned whatsoever in the near future, and right now I'm kind of glad. I don't think I would be able to take anything more like that. But it is a little sad I'm not going to any. I won't be at Oxegen until I'm eighteen, but I don't mind, because the line-up is always very brilliant, and I'd prefer to go to a festival at a time when I have some actual freedom anyways.
I'd like to see Muse again. Next time they play here, we should go. Again.

I missed the Thing-a-Ling, due to being in Clifden, and Bonfire Night due to not being allowed out combined with being desperate for a night ALL to myself. I didn't get this however, because my brother and his friends decided it would be more fun to come to our house and ruin my night. He tries to make them think I am mental. I've known these kids since they were around six, and they haven't changed at all, and neither have I, really! Why do they all of a sudden believe Luke that I am some total nutter?

Well, that was incredibly long. You should read a bit, think about it, then read some more later on. Let it digest. Or skim over it, missing all of my between-the-lines anguish. Only kidding, there is none. It's all out there.

Okay, will blog again soon. And I won't let it all pile up.
Now, give us some comments, or feedback or whatever. And don't forget to visit Neasa!
Grace
xxx

PS : the photos are, as usual, taking very long. Did I like it before I put in photos? They won't be coming everyday, that's for sure.
PPS : look at the plan for this blog, if you want. And don't say I'm not thorough. or that I don't have a large amount of time on my hands.
PPPS: I'm a bit pissed off. Look for a rant next blog.

"...And says 'There. I've always wanted to do that'." ... Itchy jumpers and zips opening!

2007-06-18T14:51:00.000+01:00

This is the skirt. What do you think?

Omgiod, my brother's throwing a tantrum because Mum is going into town and he doesn't "want to be left alone" with me and our other brother. Gawd, you'd swear we were torturing him or something. He keeps crying "I hate ye!". I don't know why he's so moody, I haven't even seen him all morning, and neither has Luke. I was doing odd-jobs around the house in the hopes of some Dublin money, whilst listening to music on the big headphones ignoring everyone. And still reading my book. I'm really taking time to read it the second time, because I feel like I missed loads of lovely things between the lines the first time around. You know how it is.

Anyways, keeping in track with family, but moving away from tantrums, my mother bought me a gorgeous top yesterday. She and my brother picked it out. And I know how everyone always complains and refuses to let their parents buy them anything clothes-related, mum and Luke know what I like, and I definitely like this cute little sleeveless thingie from Pull and Bear.

I really like it! I'm wearing it now under my black jumper from Penneys' mens, yet again (Primark for you English people. And they don't have it in America, but it is the biggest shop ever for really, stupidly cheap clothes which are brilliant). I never buy jumpers or any of that in the ladies' because the sleeves are too short, they're never warm enough and they always have annoying logos on them. Or aren't made out of good fabric. But the mens' are, it's so weird! Anyways, this jumper is nice and warm, and it's simply black and round-necked. You can imagine.
Also, I've trying to sneak pyjama bottoms I don't wear into summer day wear. I don't wear them to bed, because I don't like any 3/4 length pyjamas. But wear them with regular clothes and a pair of tights and hey! well, it could go either way. It could look like you're just wearing some cool weird pants, or you could look like a freak. Right now, these look okayyy with my black tights. But I'm only in the house.

I once wore my Wonderwoman pyjamas all around Galway with some stripey socks, and no one looked twice! I was thinking "You nutters!" but I felt ... free! They were also very very loose because they're a size 16 (you don't exactly get to choose sizes from charity shops, and they looked so new, I couldn't leave them) and I'm a ten on bottom. I think they stayed on because my ass is a size of its own! And also whatever I was wearing with them must have kept them up somehow, because if I wear them around the house with just a t-shirt, if I walk four steps they fall right down. I'll just have to put a tie on them (that works).

I also found an old jewellery box my neighbour gave me when I was kind of young, full of weird stuff she didn't want but that I might have liked for dressing up. I just remembered the other day I still had it, so I picked the lock. Here's an example of the kind of stuff :

I could definitely find a use for them, I reckon. But I still haven't found my favourite one : it was a lizard made of all jewels or whatever, and I liked it because it was what I imagined an old posh lady would have. They have similar things in our favourite antique shop in town, but I prefer the collection of trinkets all for one euro each! I got these things there :

But did you know in our town we have absolutely no form of second hand clothes shop? Only four antique shops (probably more), and one antique bookshop. We should get some better vintage clothes!

I'm so annoyed, though. I don't know if it's my body, or my clothes but a lot of my zips don't stay closed! And it's not because I'm too fat for the clothes, it's just some of my jeans, when I'm walking around the fly will open, and again and again even if I keep closing it. it's very embarrassing as you can imagine. My green skirt (above), does it too. And I don't think that's a size thing either, because it comes on just fine, and the zip closes very easily ... and then opens. But it doesn't fall down, thankfully. I shall just have to invest in lots of safety pins to keep my zips closed!

Sometimes you hear things or read things or things happen that make you think it'd be great to be a boy. well, to me anyways. Not all the time. Hardly ever. But you know. I feel bad for the people who like, have to change. Because they'll never really be... say if someone asks "Oh, yeah, well, how were you as a little boy?" and they're like "Oh, yeah, I wasn't always a boy". It doesn't, like, count.
I'm going on a weird little tangent there, amn't I? That happens when I don't know what I'm trying to say. Sometimes boys seem to have a better life of it. Or they can do some things that are cooler than when we do them.

The Fun Day was crap, in case you were wondering! But we had fun. Well, I did. I bought a pirate video for 20c that doesn't work. What did you expect? I got a free little make up bag though. And I ate two burgers. I would have eaten more, I think. You know those small event burgers, that are made about forty a minute by a man, and people just keep on buying them? They're so small, you eat them really fast, and you're not full. But they are tasty.
I'm making myself hungry. I always do this. I did it on the Home Ec paper, designing menus full of delicious food, when I had only had a cookie, some hot chocolate and a chocolate lolly that day! That does make me sound like a chocolate addict*, but I'm not, really. I love it, and I could eat many bars of it, but I couldn't eat a slice of chocolate cake!
Anyway, we have a homemade chocolate cafe in town, and it's just gorgeous. I really like their chocolate, because it's not heavy and it doesn't taste like any other. They also have diabetic chocolate, but Luke doesn't even care. he's never had a sweet tooth, luckily. I'd make a terrible diabetic. And I think I'd probably make up for it with cheese and other fats, and get gall bladder failure, like Saoirse said happens to some vegetarians who try and make up for the meat with cheese.
I think that may happen to me anyways. I eat cheese every day.

Yesterday we saw Liz from Shaun of the Dead having sex with a teenager! It was on UTV! It was just before the results from Britain's Got Talent. The Carphone Warehouse guy won, incase you were wondering. The opera singer. There ain't no party like a Paul Potts party! Oh, by the way, it may be blindingly obvious to you at this point, but I watch too much television. Or at least, a great deal. I don't even have sky.

I've been going through some of my mother's old dress patterns. Some aren't great, they're a bit big and weird, but some are really cute and interesting! There were skirts and little blazers and really fancy dresses, and regular day dresses, and some of it was surprisingly modern, and not in a retro way. Some of it was really different.
These dresses in particular are compelling me. I didn't even like them at first, but I love the way they hang on the drawings. That's the thing, cartoon models and even real models (which are less perfect, in their more-perfect way) are so boob free, fat free, ridiculously tall and long, and would look really weird as normal people. But they make me want these dresses :

Pictures from computers take so long to upload than those on the internet already. The sentence in itself explains why. Still, it is irritating. I'm now doing five at a time, so it will take forever. I'm going to go get out the cheese.

Some books just make you feel a certain way about things, about life, about yourself. And you miss it when you finish reading them, because you won't feel it again until you read it again. That's what makes a book one of your favourites. You can't feel that way all the time, though, because the characters don't exist in your real life, neither do the situations. You are not them. But sometimes you wish you were. Like, think right now if there's someone in a book that is just so cool, or genuine or sexy, or hilarious that makes you wish you were like them.
For me, with songs, it's different. I think there are lots of songs that make me feel certain ways, but if I listen to them too much, it goes. So you can't do that. You have to treat it like a book. when you're finished a book that you love, you can't automatically read it again (well, most people can't, I would think). You can't put books on repeat! And that's why you don't get sick of them. But songs are shorter and more accessible. You get sick of them, though, and then you have to leave them for a long amount of time, before they hit you again.

I KNEW IT! The book "Girlfriend in a Coma", which I've really been wanting to read, and have had flipped ("dog-eared", people seem to say) in this book guide FOR AGES, was written by the same guy (as Generation X)! AHAHA! I feel so happy.

Okay, that post was picture-LADEN!

have a nice afternoon.
love,
grace
xxx

*I loathe the word "chocoholic". I don't know why. I don't like the way it sounds.

"If you don't give my football back, I'm gonna get my dad one you"... Good morning, good morning!

2007-06-17T14:10:00.000+01:00

A Father's Day AND Beatles greeting for you. Have a happy one, to all the fathers out there. But, eh, why would they be here? not that I am discouraging anyone to read my blog, because I do like when you do. Just, you know. Go and and get cards from your children!
I made my dad a green, swirly leafy creation. It's okay. He seemed to like it. I'll stick it up here, actually.

We got him these big navy flowy pants which are sort of like linen, but more cottony. He's been going on about having a pair of pants like that for the summer ("for my barbecuing") so, now he has some.

Yesterday was fun! I went into town to meet Jane, Saoirse and Shane (among other people) for Jane's birthday, and we took loads of photos! Saoirse told me that I should put them up here. or at least I think she did. Might as well.
And NOTICE: there's a Family Fun Day on at our school today, at half two! Always fun for three reasons : Baked good, hotdogs, junk from people's attics. (Not fun for other reasons which are ancient history). Now, I really love rice crispie buns (a fun day favourite, obviously), hotdogs (which are great) and as you all know, I absolutely thrive off other people's castaways. So, I'm going to have a good time.
Now I've talked it up a bit, come along won't you? My brother and his friends are going, and I don't like the fact Luke tries to make them think I'm stupid, and that they're all scared of me. Hello, they're younger than me. Does age have no power anymore?
I'll take photos there as well.

I'm going to continue this blog when we return to mass, because I should be getting dressed about now.

Oh, before I go, I have delivered my promise. I have been fashion-blog-hopping and there are some really really nice ones. Notably : So FASH'on. Look at her vintage finds in particular. iother cool blogs will be put on my link list.

Hi, I'm back! Mass was fine.

I'm going to put up the pictures from yesterday soon, but not now, because I'm a little lazy at the moment.

I just finished making Jane's card. It's cute, it's got little piggies on it, which were really fiddly to make because the ears are teeny weeny. I put a picture from our "sexy strawberry" comic strip on the back, too. Hahaa. I do like making cards. I've also got to do a few more things, but I won't say too much, because I don't think Jane will read this, but you never know! Also, people don't really like you talking about them without them knowing, even if it's nice. So I'll shut up.

Okay, thanks scanner, you made it look really shit.

Anyways, you guys don't care about cards. Pfuit!
Well, what can I say? Today I'm wearing my green skirt, which I can never work, but I think it's okay today. It's a nice skirt, it's like a green gradient, it starts light at the waist and goes darker. There's a bit of lace, bit of ruffling, bit of ribbon, bit more lace and a big green ribbon at the seam. I got it when I was around twelve and never wore it, except once to my best friend's birthday party, with a white top and some tan tights. Now I'm wearing with my big scarf, my green starry top my H&M, my black cardigan, my new record earrings and my bright pink tights.

I'd say if I make some lovies, I'll put this in. It qualifies as a lovie. But my lovies collection will be a bit mundane to the rest of ye, with all your weird and wonderfully amazing clothes. Like, I love my clothes, but they're not spectacular.

Guess I'll just have to buy some more in Dublin! Woooh! The prospect of going shopping is making me feel excited. And I want to buy an Alice in Wonderland dress. I have talked about this before.
I can't really find examples on the internet, only pornographic, "Sexy Alice" costumes which would not be appropriate. For example (this is my favourite one, haha) :

Or childish, but sweet ones like this :

But at least you get the idea. I know what I want and what I don't want, so I should be able to find something. As for the wee apron, that will be a piece of cake.

I'm just waiting for my father to return from wherever he is, because he has important stuff in his van. I wish he would hurry, although I don't know if I really am in a rush. I don't think anyone will come to my fun day. Probably busy doing more interesting things. But I don't really do many interesting things! I don;t mind though, I'm happy. Or I will be if I get to go.

My mum and brother are in Sligo. They should be home in an hour or so. Gahhh.

Now, do I have anything interesting to add? No. well, you can see my cat wearing my new sunglasses. Because I take too many pictures of him. Whatever.

Ahahaha. It's not cruel...

bye bye
Grace
xxxx

graceful ramblings

Last post.

"I am cold, unfeeling and odd and you should thank God that we are on separate sides of the state..."

"I came to rock at this party, 'cos I can make you feel alright..." Bye, Bebo! And Hello, Yellow Brick Road.

"If you kiss somebody then both of you get practice." I said I would...

"Since when were you so generous and inarticulate?" ... Shane got a new blog. Other things happened, too.

"Nó an bhfuil mé ró-ciniciúil ar mhaith liom féin?" ... SEACHTAIN NA GAEILGE!

"I get all da nutz." We made yet another video.

formspring.me

"I drank sixteen beers and started up a fight..."

"Together we'll depopulate Straide."

Unfair.

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas."

"I'm not proud that nothing must seem easy about me" ... Very quick.

"Throw your hands up at me!" JEDWARD DIRECT MESSAGE SCREENCAP

"I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth." I felt like I should do this.

"Everyone's a little queer, why can't she be a little straight?" Not really a post.

"You know what you did wong and Christmas... Christmas is cancelled this year." Thats not true. IT'S CHRISTMAS!!

"I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes..." Revival.

"But my smile still stays on..." What could this be about?

"....Tógfaidh an grian slán mé?" ...Gaeilge, y'know. Just for the craic.

"Give us a wink and make me think of you..." ...Work?

"If you can't make your mind up, we'll never get started." ...Summer!

...And another thing.

Not much today.

"We were just two jerks playing with matches, 'cause that's all they knew how to play.." ...Hello! (Mostly about Twilight vs. Harry Potter. )

"I remember golden days when all this was a mystery..." ...Told you.

"I've got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies.." Not a post!

"I'll cut her from ear to ear..." Oh, dear.

"An associate producer is the only guy in Hollywood who will associate with a producer.."... Multi-tasking...

"You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it!" ... AHHHH!

"...And to make you toe the line..." Grace gets belts, glasses and paranoid...

"He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar..." .. BOLD GRACE!!!

"I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down" ... WAAAAH!

"Your head is there to move you around" ... For shame, Grace.

"She wore a raspberry berry, the kind you find at a second-hand store"... Just a quickie. hehe.

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

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

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

"we are the mutant race!"... computer class.

"Oh, well, what a letdown!" ...hehehehee.

"I just want your extra time and your ... kiss!" ...Blooh blah.

"Beautiful girl, love the dress. Where she is now I can only guess" ... I'm not a perfect person.

"Why can't a heterosexual guy tell a herterosexual guy that he thinks his booty's fly?" ... Home again.

"You're only nineteen for God's sake, you don't need a boyfriend!" ... Just a quick one.

"It's a very dangerous thing to do, exactly what you want" ...Ugh.

and another thing!

"What do you know? You know nothing. Yet I still take you home." GARR.

"I get all the girls, I get ALL the girls." WHOO, BLOG!

OH! P.S.!

"White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time..." Title?

"We come in peace; shoot to kill..." ...Row, row, row your boat!

"I don't want you to adore me, don't want you to ignore me, when it pleases you..." ... eeee *runs around* !

"Don't you want to be free?" ... "Long time, no write" - overstatement of the month.

"Ask me, I won't say no, how could I?" .... NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!

"Maybe you'll just get right down to wearing out the matress." ... Nearly gone.

"'Cos the girl that she ignores is the girl that I adore..." ...Whooo!

"I woke up in love this morning, went to sleep with you on my mind!"... CLOTHES!

"Who are these people, man? Are we not all the same?" ... I'M BACK!

"I've been through the desert on a horse with no name..." Hat and Bouncing Day/My imminent departure

"I hear in my mind all this music, and it breaks my heart.."...Hello dahlilahs!

"They provoke you to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke"...Quick after-post.

"The mind has so many pictures, why can't I sleep with my eyes open?"...Whew!

"...And says 'There. I've always wanted to do that'." ... Itchy jumpers and zips opening!

"If you don't give my football back, I'm gonna get my dad one you"... Good morning, good morning!

"I don't want you to adore me, don't want you to ignore me, when it pleases you..." ... eeee runs around !