I woke up this morning/afternoon whatever and stumbled to the kitchen for my usual three or four cups of tea to start my day when THERE WAS NO TEABAGS.
I was griefstricken.
After an hour of curling up on the floor I decided to go to the shop. Which is a half hour away. Not a big deal but I hadn't even planned on getting dressed nevermind leaving the house today.
So off I went!
I picked my favourite brand, and got the biggest box there was. I walked home, clutching my teabags happily.
There is a roundabout in front of my house. I went to cross. There was a car coming. I knew if I ran I'd make it, and then Id be home and have tea!!!
I ran. I was a little cocky, I may have even shouted "Ha ha to you car!" as I ran across.
BUT OH FUCK. I dropped my teabags. I turned just in time to see them being run over.
I knelt on the ground threw my hands in the air and went "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
I felt my heart break.
WHY AM I SO USELES?? WHY CANT I DO THINGS?!?!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Cookbook
I think I'm going to write a cookbook, I seem to be cooking and baking so much these last few months. But it shan't contain normal recipies, oh no! It shall instead contain my own personal ones, such as an "I'm sorry I slept with your friend" cake, and "Thanks for taking me to the hospital" lasagne.
I see a future in this.
I see a future in this.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
blah
23:57Me
I got in there first!
[thats what she sed]
23:57Megan
cuz yours was shorter
23:57Me
thats what she sed
I got in there first!
[thats what she sed]
23:57Megan
cuz yours was shorter
23:57Me
thats what she sed
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Dossing.
Here I am yet again, another assignment not done yet still procrastinating. I hate myself sometimes, and the fact I am so relaxed about what should be important shite. It worries me that I don't worry. If that make sense.
I don't care though. It's tragic, that I focus more on the social aspect of college. But lately, I have just felt so accepted in college. It shocks me when people know my name, or draw me into conversation, or even involve me. I'm not used to it, and I don't know why. In my head I just can't see why people would even WANT to involve me and draw me in, it just makes no sense. But I love it. I love everyone up there, I love Awesome K and how knowing her has brought so many science faces into my life, my class, and how on our week away I totally carved my place in their minds. Jane- Funny, moody, not a morning person, talks a lot, makes no sense, frizzy hair, impulsive, drunk, laughable, likable? Sans regret. I think it was my "walk of shame" that really got them, as I trudged through the breakfast room in my colourful wellies, bright green jammie bottems, drs and bright blue hoody, hair as mad as a goat, I most definitely drew the ENTIRE classes attention. I tried to be subtle and quiet about it, but when the cheering started what else could I do, but throw my hands in the air?
I sound like such a fucking girl right now. Fuck me.
I don't care though. It's tragic, that I focus more on the social aspect of college. But lately, I have just felt so accepted in college. It shocks me when people know my name, or draw me into conversation, or even involve me. I'm not used to it, and I don't know why. In my head I just can't see why people would even WANT to involve me and draw me in, it just makes no sense. But I love it. I love everyone up there, I love Awesome K and how knowing her has brought so many science faces into my life, my class, and how on our week away I totally carved my place in their minds. Jane- Funny, moody, not a morning person, talks a lot, makes no sense, frizzy hair, impulsive, drunk, laughable, likable? Sans regret. I think it was my "walk of shame" that really got them, as I trudged through the breakfast room in my colourful wellies, bright green jammie bottems, drs and bright blue hoody, hair as mad as a goat, I most definitely drew the ENTIRE classes attention. I tried to be subtle and quiet about it, but when the cheering started what else could I do, but throw my hands in the air?
I sound like such a fucking girl right now. Fuck me.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
JANE
Jane
Orange: The color of autumn was named in the tenth century after the fruit. Although it has a strong relationship to food, fruit and spices, orange has always been a second string color, taking a back seat to red and yellow. If orange, the color of heat, fire and the harvest is your favorite color, you probably get along well with others. You tend to be social and hate to be alone. If you're feeling down in the dumps, adding a tad of orange to your day can help.
You entered: Jane
There are 4 letters in your name.
Those 4 letters total to 12
There are 2 vowels and 2 consonants in your name.
What your first name means:
Hebrew Female Gift from God.
English Female Jehovah has been gracious. A Feminine form of John. Variant of Joan. From the Old French Jehane. Famous Bearers: British novelist Jane Austen (1775-1817) and American actress Jayne Mansfield (1932-67).
Your number is: 3
The characteristics of #3 are: Expression, verbalization, socialization, the arts, the joy of living.
The expression or destiny for #3:
An Expression of 3 produces a quest for destiny with words along a variety of lines that may include writing, speaking, singing, acting or teaching; our entertainers, writers, litigators, teachers, salesmen, and composers. You also have the destiny to sell yourself or sell just about any product that comes along. You are imaginative in your presentation, and you may have creative talents in the arts, although these are more likely to be latent. You are an optimistic person that seems ever enthusiastic about life and living. You are friendly, loving and social, and people like you because you are charming and such a good conversationalist. Your ability to communicate may often inspire others. It is your role in life to inspire and motivate; to raise the spirits of those around you.
The negative side of number 3 Expression is superficiality. You may tend to scatter your forces and simply be too easygoing. It is advisable for the negative 3 to avoid dwelling on trivial matters, especially gossip.
Your Soul Urge number is: 6
A Soul Urge number of 6 means:
With a number 6 Soul Urge, you would like to be appreciated for your ability to handle responsibility. Your home and family are likely to be a strong focus for you, perhaps the strongest focus of your life. Friendship, love, and affection are high on your list of priorities for a happy life. You have a lot of diplomatic tendencies in your makeup, as you a able to rectify and balance situations with an innate skill. You like working with people rather than by yourself. It is extremely important for you to have harmony in your environment at all times.
The positive side of the 6 Soul Urge produces a huge capacity for responsibility; you are always there and ready to assume more than your share of the load. If you possess positive 6 Soul Urges and express them, you are known for your generosity, understanding and deep sympathetic attitude. Strong 6 energy is very giving of love, affection, and emotional support. You may have the inclination to teach or serve your community in other idealistic ways. You have natural abilities to help people. You are also likely to have artistic and creative leanings.
If you have an over-supply of 6 energy in your makeup, you may express some of the negative traits common to this number. With such a strong sympathetic attitude, it is easy to become too emotional. Sometimes the desires to render help can be over done, and it can become interfering and an attitude that is too protective, rather than helpful. The person with too much 6 energy often finds that people tend to take advantage of this very giving spirit. You may tend to repress your own needs so that you can cater to the demands from others. At times, there may be a tendency in this, for becoming over-loaded with such demands, and as a result become resentful.
Your Inner Dream number is: 6
An Inner Dream number of 6 means:
You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit.
Orange: The color of autumn was named in the tenth century after the fruit. Although it has a strong relationship to food, fruit and spices, orange has always been a second string color, taking a back seat to red and yellow. If orange, the color of heat, fire and the harvest is your favorite color, you probably get along well with others. You tend to be social and hate to be alone. If you're feeling down in the dumps, adding a tad of orange to your day can help.
You entered: Jane
There are 4 letters in your name.
Those 4 letters total to 12
There are 2 vowels and 2 consonants in your name.
What your first name means:
Hebrew Female Gift from God.
English Female Jehovah has been gracious. A Feminine form of John. Variant of Joan. From the Old French Jehane. Famous Bearers: British novelist Jane Austen (1775-1817) and American actress Jayne Mansfield (1932-67).
Your number is: 3
The characteristics of #3 are: Expression, verbalization, socialization, the arts, the joy of living.
The expression or destiny for #3:
An Expression of 3 produces a quest for destiny with words along a variety of lines that may include writing, speaking, singing, acting or teaching; our entertainers, writers, litigators, teachers, salesmen, and composers. You also have the destiny to sell yourself or sell just about any product that comes along. You are imaginative in your presentation, and you may have creative talents in the arts, although these are more likely to be latent. You are an optimistic person that seems ever enthusiastic about life and living. You are friendly, loving and social, and people like you because you are charming and such a good conversationalist. Your ability to communicate may often inspire others. It is your role in life to inspire and motivate; to raise the spirits of those around you.
The negative side of number 3 Expression is superficiality. You may tend to scatter your forces and simply be too easygoing. It is advisable for the negative 3 to avoid dwelling on trivial matters, especially gossip.
Your Soul Urge number is: 6
A Soul Urge number of 6 means:
With a number 6 Soul Urge, you would like to be appreciated for your ability to handle responsibility. Your home and family are likely to be a strong focus for you, perhaps the strongest focus of your life. Friendship, love, and affection are high on your list of priorities for a happy life. You have a lot of diplomatic tendencies in your makeup, as you a able to rectify and balance situations with an innate skill. You like working with people rather than by yourself. It is extremely important for you to have harmony in your environment at all times.
The positive side of the 6 Soul Urge produces a huge capacity for responsibility; you are always there and ready to assume more than your share of the load. If you possess positive 6 Soul Urges and express them, you are known for your generosity, understanding and deep sympathetic attitude. Strong 6 energy is very giving of love, affection, and emotional support. You may have the inclination to teach or serve your community in other idealistic ways. You have natural abilities to help people. You are also likely to have artistic and creative leanings.
If you have an over-supply of 6 energy in your makeup, you may express some of the negative traits common to this number. With such a strong sympathetic attitude, it is easy to become too emotional. Sometimes the desires to render help can be over done, and it can become interfering and an attitude that is too protective, rather than helpful. The person with too much 6 energy often finds that people tend to take advantage of this very giving spirit. You may tend to repress your own needs so that you can cater to the demands from others. At times, there may be a tendency in this, for becoming over-loaded with such demands, and as a result become resentful.
Your Inner Dream number is: 6
An Inner Dream number of 6 means:
You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I now know how a Disney Princess feels
when walking home from the night before, this morning was just so charming! I timed it perfectly that anyone who had to be in college by 9 was there, but no one had left for the 10 o clock class yet, the sun was BEAMING down, some pleasant old men took off their hats and waved them at me whilst their dogs yapped and leapt around me happily, some old woman started a delightful conversation with me about the weather and gave me a daffodil, and I felt as if the birds were singing just for me!!
Seriously, twas like no stride of pride I have ever done before, the sun makes everything better!!
Or maybe I was still hammmered.
Seriously, twas like no stride of pride I have ever done before, the sun makes everything better!!
Or maybe I was still hammmered.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Yar
here I am supposed to be tidying my room before I go back to Galway but fock that because mother dear is a complete psycho bitch and i dont give a shit. Really sick of her telling me everyone hates me, that Im useless and she wishes I wasnt talking to her instead of daddy dear [4 years already. Hmm] so fuck her.
Instead I am thinking of 2009 and all the joys and sorrows it brought, having not yet summed it up for future reference, here it is!
The Joys:
College- What can I say, Heritage studies in GMIT? Not my first choice, but fuck do I love it. I love the people in my class, hilarious they all are, the people I live with [as annoying as they can be fock it, im sure im not a delight to live with either] the people ive met [lads next door, brilliant fun. Love going out drinking with them, going over to theirs for feasts based consisting mainly of potatoes] the drinking, oh the drinking! Eoin being right next door, the people hes introduced me too. Fuck, I even love the people of my early college days that through whatever occurences I dont see anymore. I love Galway itself, I love the randomness of it all. I love the freedom, and being by myself in the world. I love it all.
Spain- June, apres bac celebrations avec Megan and Stefanie. I loved the drunken nights, when me and megan ran around drinking for 2 hours and ended up with me falling out of a taxi at the door of a hotel and puking everywhere, me and megan laughing at the "I was with the short guy but i really liked the short guy you were with" "I liked the tall guy you were with!?" Falling asleep mid conversation with a spanish lad and having a nice 2 hour vodka induced sleep in the sand, running to midnight mass with those other lasds, finding the instruments on the beach, getting my haircut by a woman with no english with my no spanish and being hungover as sin, never making it down to breakfast, getting on the wrong plane, BABEHH!
The boys- Oh there has been many, the Schveeeedishness of Anders [now engaged HAHAHAHA] "want to meet for some kisses?"
Mike- "Oh my god, I love you!?" [he sounded shocked] shame really.
AAH, You just bit me?!?" "Well I told you to shut up"
countless faceless and nameless people.
Tom. Oh Tom! Dont care if he had a girlfriend, fight stopped by Davitt, the hilariousness of it all. He fell for me!!
Darragh- I just, I just cant resist.
The amazing drunken summer I had with Megan, Hael, Mike, Pj, Chris. Chris running home. Getting on first name terms with the bouncers in thhe castle. The castle itself. All magical.
Turning 18- My proudest moment, living this long. Quite the feat. Night filled with mistakes, but whatever.
Going out DURING the leaving cert. Never been that drunk in my life
Getting into Schkamps underage- "Youre on the bridge"
The hilarious quotes of the year, all found on facebook. HMMM. Cant remember much else.
The Lows
Ugh, Kilcoyne. Boy was I drunk. Woke up in Carlys not remembering having even gone there. My face must have been brilliant when they told me what Id done. The shame as I hitched home, the reaction when Carkys mother herself picked me up.
Crashing my beloved Punto, was rushing home to watch Gilmore girls and hit a pole. The kicker? Missed gilmore girls AND the repeat.
Not getting into college- Twas a dark day for me. Granted I quickly found an alternative, and Im happy now. But fuck was it depressing.
A week in hospital after the leaving cert- fucking mother doesnt believe me when Im sick and what does it fucking get me? Bitch.
The mumps. They suck. Missed my last 2 weeks of secondary school ever. Bah.
Spending the first 3 weeks of the year sick in bed. An effective diet, but horrible.
When that cow cut they layes in my hair so short they curled like fuck and I nearly cried for a week. Still not fully grown out!!
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Instead I am thinking of 2009 and all the joys and sorrows it brought, having not yet summed it up for future reference, here it is!
The Joys:
College- What can I say, Heritage studies in GMIT? Not my first choice, but fuck do I love it. I love the people in my class, hilarious they all are, the people I live with [as annoying as they can be fock it, im sure im not a delight to live with either] the people ive met [lads next door, brilliant fun. Love going out drinking with them, going over to theirs for feasts based consisting mainly of potatoes] the drinking, oh the drinking! Eoin being right next door, the people hes introduced me too. Fuck, I even love the people of my early college days that through whatever occurences I dont see anymore. I love Galway itself, I love the randomness of it all. I love the freedom, and being by myself in the world. I love it all.
Spain- June, apres bac celebrations avec Megan and Stefanie. I loved the drunken nights, when me and megan ran around drinking for 2 hours and ended up with me falling out of a taxi at the door of a hotel and puking everywhere, me and megan laughing at the "I was with the short guy but i really liked the short guy you were with" "I liked the tall guy you were with!?" Falling asleep mid conversation with a spanish lad and having a nice 2 hour vodka induced sleep in the sand, running to midnight mass with those other lasds, finding the instruments on the beach, getting my haircut by a woman with no english with my no spanish and being hungover as sin, never making it down to breakfast, getting on the wrong plane, BABEHH!
The boys- Oh there has been many, the Schveeeedishness of Anders [now engaged HAHAHAHA] "want to meet for some kisses?"
Mike- "Oh my god, I love you!?" [he sounded shocked] shame really.
AAH, You just bit me?!?" "Well I told you to shut up"
countless faceless and nameless people.
Tom. Oh Tom! Dont care if he had a girlfriend, fight stopped by Davitt, the hilariousness of it all. He fell for me!!
Darragh- I just, I just cant resist.
The amazing drunken summer I had with Megan, Hael, Mike, Pj, Chris. Chris running home. Getting on first name terms with the bouncers in thhe castle. The castle itself. All magical.
Turning 18- My proudest moment, living this long. Quite the feat. Night filled with mistakes, but whatever.
Going out DURING the leaving cert. Never been that drunk in my life
Getting into Schkamps underage- "Youre on the bridge"
The hilarious quotes of the year, all found on facebook. HMMM. Cant remember much else.
The Lows
Ugh, Kilcoyne. Boy was I drunk. Woke up in Carlys not remembering having even gone there. My face must have been brilliant when they told me what Id done. The shame as I hitched home, the reaction when Carkys mother herself picked me up.
Crashing my beloved Punto, was rushing home to watch Gilmore girls and hit a pole. The kicker? Missed gilmore girls AND the repeat.
Not getting into college- Twas a dark day for me. Granted I quickly found an alternative, and Im happy now. But fuck was it depressing.
A week in hospital after the leaving cert- fucking mother doesnt believe me when Im sick and what does it fucking get me? Bitch.
The mumps. They suck. Missed my last 2 weeks of secondary school ever. Bah.
Spending the first 3 weeks of the year sick in bed. An effective diet, but horrible.
When that cow cut they layes in my hair so short they curled like fuck and I nearly cried for a week. Still not fully grown out!!
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
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