Viva la repulsíon

All things in time.

2008-08-27T22:13:00.005Z

Well hello. I hadn't realised it was so long since my last post, oops! Anyway, I just popped in to wrap things up here at VLR...yes, I'm jumping on the blog-trend bandwagon and shutting up shop. Well, no that's not true, I'm not jumping on a bandwagon.

Truth be told, this blog was meant to chart my daily awkwardness, social incompetence, minor (and yet at the same time MAJOR) fails and my little frustrations all set against the backdrop of my thesis. Since I've been here last, all that has changed a bit. I'm working away at it and should be finished inside of two months (supervisor depending). Therefore I don't have time to be getting into as many hilarious japes as I used to and am not interacting with people as much so as to provide occasion for same. On THAT note however, I'd like to point out that a post or two back I mentioned a date I went on? Well it's over two months later and we're flying it! Couldn't be happier with each other. Can you believe it? ME in a functioning relationship?? I'd like to add that he's seen me get violently sick after a night on the gin, puts up with my neuroses, and finds my bumbling endearing. It's almost too good to be true.

I'm also moving house at the end of the week. For the last three years, my lovely and unassuming home on Glasheen road has been both refuge and cage, heaven and hell. It has seen me as happy and as safe as I have ever felt, and it has seen me at my lowest ebb. It has been the setting of some of the most important conversations and revelations of my life so far; it has seen friends come and go, births, marriages and three painful deaths; it has seen me fall in love. This place is intertwined with my thesis and my college years and so it's only fitting that it should come to a close as the work does. After all, a lot of other things are. Two friends are moving to Australia all of a sudden, and one to England. Those that are left are moving on in their own way. They'll still be around and still my friends...but this time, right now, really is the end of what we had.

As for work, well I'm safe until the winter in the job I have, but the funding runs out then so I'll be looking for a REAL job with a REAL salary. Having said that though, with the downturn that's in it, things aren't not looking very bright at the moment for an arts graduate with a post-grad in Church history. Will my choices of the last few years turn against me when it comes to translating them into 'making a living'? Am I the only person thinking: 'Oh sure NOW that I leave college there's no work to be had!', I doubt it. Our demographic was promised the world on a plate back when we would have started college. We had a lot to be hopeful for, now it seems almost like we've been the butt of some giant practical joke. As one person has suggested to me, it might be the case that a lot of people in my age group will experience the meaning of 'emigration' first hand.

Anyway, there might be a lot of uncertainty at the moment in all aspects of my life; but there's also a strong sense of potential. It's almost like there's a smell of curiosity that's drawing me onward; like that feeling you get when you're just about to find out what's around the corner, or when you unwrap a surprise birthday present. So...I'm not worried, or sad, or at all bitter...I think 'reflective' is what I feel at the moment.

So yeah. Thanks to people for commenting or just reading. I hope I was of help by showing you that 'these things' just happen to other people too. And just to show you that my sense of humor is the same as ever, let's have one more LOL cat for the road, eh?

Thanks, PEACE OUT!!
Rusty.

Order the coffin now methinks.

2008-06-29T16:32:00.002Z

I found my first gray hair...ARRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Grrrrr!

2008-06-24T17:03:00.002Z

Oh don't you just hate small aggravations?

I woke up yesterday morning and realized it was just after eight. Ran through my morning routine with nary a care for decorum and safety. Ironed shirt (badly) for date I had after work, ran into kitchen to find I only had enough cereal for one bowl, which is all I had time for in any case, and then ruined it by pouring sour milk over it. You might remember a similar episode from a few weeks ago, but in this case I didn't have time to have a break down, only to scrape it all into the bin and grab a banana to eat on the way to work.

All the computers were giving trouble, there were only two of us in and that banana didn't make the slightest impression on my stomach. So at eleven I was planning on enjoying food of ANY description. That is until my phone's reminder thing told me I had to ring two separate people for businessey things. When I finished with that it was too late to get anything and so I sat and starved until lunch....at which point I starved some more!

You see, I had a horrible thought that I had forgotten to unplug the iron and so rushed back to the house only to find I had not only unplugged the iron, but had put it and the ironing board away safely too. It was quarter to two when I got back into town and had to survive on another piece of fruit. Fuck's sake.

THEN I got a message asking if the date could be moved back to six, which was good as it gave me a chance to devour the sugariest thing I could find in O'Brien's before then. At the till however I dropped my money EVERYWHERE (I had the bright idea of getting rid of my change) and then had to go back three times as I forgot, successively, the milk, a spoon and my umbrella.

There were loads of other minor things along the way too, but those were the most annoying. All during dinner I was very conscious of how I was probably looking quite savage-esque, shoveling food down my throat and all, but he didn't seem to notice. In the end we spent all evening having tea and were eventually told the place was closing at 11:30! So, as you can imagine it went quite well!

Met again today for lunch at which I was a bit more civilised. So, it's off to a good start! Just like all the others... NO, cynicism aside!

Oh yes, I am also 24 now. Oil of Olay has a new customer...

Why the BBC can go right ahead and fuck off.

2008-06-13T06:59:00.003Z

I have to say I find the BBC one minute news from its world service a handy add on for my browser. However, it doesn't mean I won't rail against them now and then for being a bunch of pricks. They have a piece up about the Lisbon treaty vote which took place yesterday and in it are clearly taking, as usual, the superior, 'aren't the Paddy's stupid' approach. Assuming that subtlety goes above our heads.

On the subject of how influential our decision will be concerning the expansion of Europe they say:

Just over three million Irish voters are registered - in a European Union of 490 million people.

As if that number of people should not have a say in what directly affects them as WELL as the other 487 million. After all, each state is supposed to be equal. Then they recap what happened last time with the Nice treaty:

In 2001, Irish voters almost wrecked EU plans to expand eastwards when they rejected the Nice treaty. It was only passed in a much-criticised second vote.

Oh yeah, like you Brits are just GAGGING to replace your precious Pound....hypocrites. And despite the overall tone of the piece, they still hadn't gotten enough digs in and so chose, even in this day and age, to portray the country in the only way they know how:

Fuckers.

Nearly drinkies-O'clock, only another 16 hours!

2008-06-13T05:32:00.003Z

I'm sick. Or as they might say back my way, mouldy. But announciated Mao, as in Chairman Mao with an 'l' sound at the end, 'Maol'+'dee'. Altogether now, MAAAaaaoldee. God dammit, the height of an Indian summer (no racist overtones implied) with blazing sunshine at the ridiculous hour of six AM every morning and I manage to get a nasty headcold. I am after all, unique.

At least it's Friday, and I got paid yesterday! Although before I can drink that I have hours of mind numbing research to do in the basement this afternoon. Why does Christ have to be portrayed as a rock in the Bible? Why couldn't He just have been Christ and none of this metaphor business? T'wud make my life a lot easier that's for sure.

Anyway, off to the pool with me; cold be dammed!

Wanted: More hours per day, will pay cash.

2008-06-10T22:10:00.002Z

Well, I've never gotten my head quite around numbers and the whole maths "thing", but I had a go at it last night in an attempt to figure out how my thesis workload was going to pan out over the summer...the numbers are in, but they're not looking good. Unfortunately I think this is the one time where the typically ridiculous answer I arrive at is actually correct.

It appears I will have to write on average of five hundred words a day (that's weekdays mind) for the next two months solid and about one and a half thousand on Weekend days. This, naturally, does not factor in all the revisions and writer's block sessions I will undoubtedly be encountering over the next while. Preliminary investigations into "free time" during this period suggest I will have between two and three hours to myself a day. Oh might I add at this point that this is only possible because of my new regime whereby I get up each morning at half six and every second day alternately go for a swim at seven or sit down and study/scribble before work.

I also can't get a hold of my supervisor for feedback on what I've done so far. Encouraging!

Am I not put out enough by my OWN mistakes?!?

2008-06-09T21:37:00.003Z

So I found out why I wasn't paid on Friday. Someone else was paid...TWICE!

Honestly, there's stupid, there's George Bush stupid, and then there seems to be a special kind of incomprehensible stupid that's reserved for bureaucrats. Now because of some Dopey Doreen over in payroll, I now have to survive on €40 until Friday. This means I'll have to cut out the morning Starbucks, forget getting phone credit, not pay the ESB bill and certainly not get those new swim shorts I've been getting with the last fortnight!

I despair so I do...

Patience my pretty, all will be rewarded in time!

2008-06-08T18:26:00.003Z

Some of you who were around towards the later part of last year might remember all my trouble with a certain housemate who stole from me. If not, or if you're new, see here, here and here.
Well, imagine my surprise and DELIGHT when I arrived home on Friday to find yet another social welfare letter addressed to him in my hall. This one however, I feel like framing and hanging proudly on my wall!

Owing to his repeated failure to attend meetings with his sign-on officer and job seekers functions, the office decided to launch an evaluation into his claim. They accordingly discovered that he was a registered student during the period of his claim and was therefore not entitled to have received what he did. Therefore, he has to repay the social welfare office the entire sum of his fraudulent benefit, which amounts to €3,466.30!!!!!

Oh readers, I cackled like a witch on speed.

The best part is that they have decided that he can repay them in weekly installments of €50. How demeaning!! Imagine, to be reminded of that every week for over a year!! I rang the landlord and he's ringing the social Monday to let them know they need to contact yer man's home address with this marvelous news.

The fact that work forgot to pay ME the money I was actually entitled to this week was swiftly forgotten and even though I am now on the breadline till Friday, I went off down the pub for a few and had a right larf about it all.

So here's to karma, come-uppence and just desserts! And a big two fingers to that prick, may he be unable to enjoy a full night out for quite some time!

The mid-week 'meh'.

2008-06-04T17:53:00.005Z

God damn it, I have a crush on my supervisor. AND it turns out we're neighbors; he lives in the house at the end of the lane way next to my place. *sigh* Yet another seemingly suitable boyfriend out of the question for so many reasons...

Anyway, here's something else for you all. It's quite disturbing and I can't imagine it'll sell well. Although I'm sure there are plenty of people who won't have a clue and think it's just 'modern' or some such.

I'm back, oh my back, MY BACK!!!!

2008-06-03T21:00:00.004Z

Hi *waves half-heartedly* I'm back. Well actually I've back a week but wouldn't you know, I got food poisoning on holiday and spent the last week getting over it!!
And not just me either, my grandmother and one of my cousins got it too; all of us from different places on different days. Funnily enough, those were the only times we ate out too! Hmmm.
In future the only Italian food I'm ingesting is the stuff Four star pizza deliver.

On the subject of food I had a "moment" today. I came back after work (which now takes up all my time) to a now empty house and was worrying about how I'll ever manage to keep up my now exclusively-by-night thesis (that and why I'm so hopelessly single and unable to re-organize my life into my old efficient and streamlined fashion), when I went to make a sandwich, only to realize the bread was stale. A lá Roz in that Frasier episode when her milk had gone off I had a bit of a wobbler. BREAD IS A STAPLE!! I LET A BOLLOCKING STAPLE GO OFF!! HOW IN GOD'S NAME CAN I EVER HOPE TO GET ORGANIZED IF I CAN'T EVEN MANAGE A FECKING STAPLE?!?

So after a good sulk/tantrum I stalked off to the gym and decided to hell with food and thesis and house management. I'll do it all tomorrow (this includes buying more loo-roll by the way, I'm running dangerously low!). This was perhaps not the best idea either as my back is giving me serious trouble these days on top of everything else and I should probably rest it for the remainder of the week. In case you're wondering how I hurt it, I think I threw it out with the force of the vomiting last weekend and it just hasn't calmed down yet. It's nice to share, no?

However, I did find this earlier and I know I never do this, but maybe just this once given my fragile mood and because he's so cuuuuuuuuuuuooooooooooote!!!!!!! It's called a 'Jerboa' and was definitely the inspiration behind Pokemón. No doubt.

FAS versus high culture orchastra thingy.

2008-05-15T23:48:00.006Z

I've just been to see the Rimsky-Korsakov string quartet!! Well, not JUST given that it's nearly one int he morning, but earlier I went to see them down in college. The department is trying to get into bed with it's counterpart in Saint Petersburg so there's all sorts of cultural and academic mating dance style stuff going on at the moment. I have no part in it thank God....I also won't benefit from it I might add. D'oh!

I was supposed to have a quick catch up meeting with my supervisor before I feck off to Florence for the week, but when I met him outside the concert he wasn't really in any state to discuss the finer pints of my work...if indeed it has any fine points, or ANY point(s) at all!! He'd been entertaining the Russians you see, hmmm:

(Irish Host+Russian guests)/Entertainment= Piss up!

Anyway, that was the end of that. You could smell it off him, although I have to say it was the disheveled hair that gave the game away first.

What else...oh yes. I am now a proud and upstanding member of FAS. For those readers of the foreign persuasion, this is where you all go when you come here with little or no qualification to get your Safe Pass to work legally on building sites...or place name research projects it would seem. In any case, I can now officially resign from my mom's family and save them the trouble of disowning me!

So yeah, while in town I decided I needed new goggles and earphones. So off I went to Debenhams and spent all my money on new clothes, "For Florence" I kept justifying to myself. I am far too gay for my own good it would seem.

I'll post again when I'm back. I should have some nice pictures of olives and empty local vintage wine bottles for you by then. Byes!

Of buses and hiking trips.

2008-05-12T20:59:00.003Z

You know the small bridge just after Crookstown that leads on towards the main Cork-Killarney road? Well I was just about to go over it the other day when of all things I met a red double decker bus coming against me!!

Swerving to the safety of the ditch, I noticed as it blared past that it was a 'party bus' of sorts that appeared rentable...for parties or the like. I also noticed that it was being driven by a bunch of long haired hippie types...hmm, that would explain a lot.

Climbed another mountain yesterday too, Mt Brandon in Kerry. Stunning scenery, magnificent views, breathtaking valley vistas.....no camera!!!! Oh well, will just have to do it again over the summer I suppose. Kerry really does have the best scenery, if only the stupid fuckers would stop going on about it all the time then it'd be ok. Honestly, they'll take ANY opportunity to shove it in your face about how great their county is. I sometimes imagine that they go on about how great the place is in everyday conversation, like down the shops:

Kerry Shop keep: ...and a loaf of bread, that's two fifty five please. God but isn't it great to be from Kerry? We've got the best mountains in the whole country!

Kerry customer: ...fifty and five; oh God yeah, the best in all the world I'd say!!

or at the bank:

Kerry bank manager: I'm afraid I can't approve your loan Mr O'Sullivan, you have the worst credit rating I've ever seen.

Kerry loan applicant: But I want to build my house near the mountains so I can look at them all day and be reminded of how great we all are for having the best of scenery!

Kerry bank manager: Oh sure why didn't you say?! By God we DO have the best scenery there is, and you should of course be allowed to build your house so you can look at it all the time! Here's the key to the vault, take what you need!

or even in confession:

Kerry confessor: Bless me father for I have sinned.

Kerry priest: And what is your sin my child?

Kerry confessor: I think I am guilty of the sin of pride father. You see, every day I congratulate myself and all other Kerry people on how great our scenery is; whether it be in the shops, getting a loan or even here, right now as I'm talking to you. ALL I can think about is how wonderful our scenery is.

Kerry priest: Oh my child, that's not a sin! It's God's honest truth! Why, I haven't seen such a courageous and committed display of faith in all my years, I'm recommending to the bishop that he get the pope to give you a personal blessing!

And so on...

You can see why the rest of us hate them now, can't you?

Not even enough time to get a tan...oh wait, we live in Ireland.

2008-05-08T20:22:00.003Z

The weather has turned sour...just as I planned to climb another mountain this weekend (am I pushing my luck? Thoughts? Comments?). However, despite the misty and wet weather, some things have become painfully clear to me over the last few days:

1. My money woes are not going to fix themselves, and to that end I really, really need this job I applied for the other day. It's part time, the work is exactly what I'm qualified for and it all takes place in a nice sheltered, academic and cosy atmosphere ALL of which is housed in a lovely Georgian town house...I MUST HAVE THIS JOB!!!!

2. I am not going to enjoy the summer, at all! My work is going to be slow, difficult and bitter. There will be tears, there will be cursing, there will be self doubt. There will be sleepless nights, there will be mumbling to self under breath in company because my brain just cannot switch off or concentrate on something else other than work, and worst of all...

3. The prophesised move to the Eastern Suburbs cannot go ahead now. It would be just too disruptive to my horribly disorganized yet hilariously entertaining filing system to try and move it at this point to rather like one of those male deep sea fish that latches onto a larger female and physically becomes part of her for the rest of their lives, I am bound to my clerical inefficiencies until the very end...when I will be having a HUGE bonfire party to which you are all naturally invited!

As well as all of this, there will also be a sharp downturn in the frequency of posting here at VLR. Stuff just isn't happening to me as often as it used to. I don't get out that much, and therefore the potential for embarrassing or giggle worthy incidents has gone down (but only marginally mind). I could post about things like how I comically misplaced my notes from Gregory of Nyssa the other day only to realize that I never took any notes from him in the first place because he has shite all to do with my research, but then that would only upset people...further. So I won't.

Anyway, drop by now and then for tea and biscuits (virtual and metaphorical ones of course, I'm not made of money you know!) and of course the chat!

I go by the name Workey Mcdiligent these days.

2008-05-04T21:16:00.003Z

It's been a while hasn't it? I'm finally, FINALLY after getting this writing thing under control and am making good progress. Well, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

In other news, I can now (truthfully) say I climbed Croagh Patrick! Partly on my hands and knees, but climbed it none the less! I have no idea how the elderly do it, let alone in their bare feet!! Also, those with a fear of heights, this is not for you (obviously), so remember you are afraid of heights in lets say the car park and not two hours into the climb...thank you for that moment of panic driven mind changing Housemate.

Oh, and Claremorris? Some goddamn road signage if you please! You're bad enough without being impossible to escape from as well!

Proper post to follow in the next few days I hope.

Feed your ego with money three times a day.

2008-04-23T08:03:00.004Z

Here's more on that J.K. Rowling story that I am not obsessing over! She certainly seems to be a bit of a freak... And do I read correctly that there's a Harry Potter theme park opening soon? This is one of those times when the citizenry have the right to stand up a la 'V for Vendetta' and bring down the establishment because things have gone too far, right?

Odd people, monks.

2008-04-19T11:06:00.002Z

Well, I'm back. That was a pretty weird experience let me tell you, from start to finish. First of all, too many people decided to drive so my supervisor said it was crazy for me to do the same and I had to travel with him (and two others thank God).
When we reached the monastery where the conference was being held I was in the process of sending a text message and didn't see the approach to it. when I looked up I was greeted by fecking Hogwarts. The place was one huge castle, with turrets and battlements and the lot!!! The second thing I noticed was a sign for the gift shop...

After studying monastic sources for so long I was expecting basic, sombre, thought provoking conditions....not for the Benedictines it would seem!! The guest house looked like a Swedish spa resort from the outside and the rooms were really comfortable. The food however, would be enough to make me sign up....oh, my, God. I could have sat and eaten all day it was so good. And I would have too if I hadn't been so aware of the potential for being accused of gluttony. Normally this accusation doesn't bother me, but if it was from a monk in a monastery it would carry more weight.....

Anyway, the paper! I thought it was a bit shaky in places and I realised as I was presenting it where I could have made serious improvements. But from the look on my supervisor's face (yes, I made the mistake of looking at him a few times) it was fine...I think he was actually surprised I was capable of a good paper...a bit anyway.

So on the back of that I must continue to write the rest of the thesis...momentum gained and all that...

She's not at all over-reacting.

2008-04-14T12:57:00.003Z

So I see aul' J.K. herself is back in the news, and fuck me if it hasn't got to do with money! She's claiming that a third party publication of some Harry Potter encyclopedia will damage something something, awww I don't care. She's worried about how it will affect her pocket, that's all. What does she have to worry about? She could buy and sell us all ten times over, and when she does publish her own encyclopedia, people will buy it anyway. So what's the fuss? Why so paranoid? Here's the link in any case.

Not so great now, are ya!?

2008-04-13T08:01:00.002Z

After answering a late night text, I carelessly shoved my phone across my new super huge mattress, thinking that it would be sufficiently far away from me in the morning to make me put some effort into turning off the alarm and thereby wake up.

Instead the phone slid off the edge and landed on the floor by the wall. Not bothered, I went to sleep.

At eight it went off and I dozily reached down between the bed and the wall to try and grab it, with no success. My arms were too big to fit down there!! Of course, my brain is too small to realise that my plan wasn't working and I kept trying until my arms became kind of sore. "Oh that one's not working, I'll use the other one....no that one won't fit, I'll try the other arm...hmm, too big, hey! what if I tried the other one, yeah that'll work..." ad dolorum.

After a while it went onto snooze mode and so did I, which meant that ten minutes later it went off again nearly causing me to start the whole arm routine again! When I remembered (somehow) that that approach hadn't worked the last time, I got out of bed and tried to crawl under the bed to get the phone...but my shoulders wouldn't fit between the floor and the base of the bed!!! Repeated attempts to overcome this resulted in more pain more quickly, and an attempt to reach out and grab the phone was a sufficiently stupid idea to embarrass me, even though I was the only one in the room. So in the end I got an umbrella and flailed about until the screaming phone was battered across the floor to me.

Moral of the story? Giant comfortable beds and improved muscle structure are a BAD thing!! They cause awkwardness and inconvenience, damn them.

P.S. I've also discovered that many of my shirts no longer fit me!! They're far too tight around the chest for comfort. What the fuck am I going to do?! I'm poor, I can't replace them and God knows I need shirts...oh wait, I know! I'll just give up swimming!

Point not proven.

2008-04-12T15:26:00.001Z

Here's why you should never, ever trust people. Stay at home, keep the door locked and order your food online to be delivered to your door.

Something to add.

2008-04-11T14:45:00.001Z

In line with my last post about annoying things, Timberland's/Justin Timberlake and Madonna's new song, 'Four minutes', is actually four minutes and four seconds long. I don't like it when things are not as advertised.

Annoyed and sick; you know, the usual.

2008-04-11T12:20:00.005Z

Well that's one week of my life I never want to see again! Oh the sheer difficulty involved in looking after three minors and a rambling house, two dogs, two horses, four fish and two cats is tremendous! Well, maybe not the cats, after day two they were obviously not satisfied with my level of care and embarked on a high-rabbit, low-everything else diet...they kept offering us samples, but we declined.

I have decided that I will never commute more than ten minutes to whatever job I have, I hate everything on the road now. Going places is overrated in any case so I'm never moving from my desk again.

On the other hand I now have the super-amazing ability to swim 30 lengths in just under 26 minutes. Hardly olympian standard I suppose, but since they're all going to be paper-cut-tortured to death in China later on, I reckon I could ably step in and cover the entire Irish swim team and totally beat off whatever competition comes from those loser countries that are drafted in to replace those horrible 'Western' ones.

I have a cold/flu, my face hurts and I feel slightly dizzy. This is very helpful for my attempts to write that damn paper for Wednesday. I got nothing really done at home, I read loads but sure I've done the same for the thesis and is it done yet? NO! I hate all words, books, thoughts, ideas now. At least I'm finally getting my traveling expenses back from the Rome trip....from last December.

I stayed up late last night to help the Housemate with a few things who was going to stop by on his way back from a date. At half twelve he finally answers my messages/returns my calls to say he had 'no idea how late it was' and wouldn't be leaving for some time yet so, sure, why didn't I just go to bed and he'd catch up with me over the weekend maybe. Oh sure grand altogether!!

Never mind that he was supposed to help me out and provide me with references for an important part of the paper...I'm very disappointed in him, he's not usually as forgetful. Not that it mattered what time I went to bed at, he drunkenly text me at 5AM with a message meant for his poor sister saying that he wasn't coming home (the man whore) and to tell their mom he was staying at mine. This was followed by a message meant for me this time saying he'd call some time before lunch to sort our stuff out (he still hasn't). After that there was no hope of me getting back to sleep, so I lay awake till about seven and then woke up at nine with a terrible headache that hasn't quite left yet.

After copying out reams of latin text (we're not allowed photocopy in the research lab) for the paper and a very disappointing day weather wise, I burnt my tongue on a cup of coffee as I sat down to type out this flu-addled crap. Which more or less brings us to this very moment....it really is one of those days when all you want to do is swim swim swim...but I can't until 7:30 after I show a friend of mine where he's to go for his entrance exam to the Institution (despite all my warnings and entreaties not to) so in the mean time a resounding blugh to all and sundry!

Oh yes I almost forgot, C. is history. He flaked off our last date and when I rang him he cut me off mid ring. I moaned about it to Aidan who dutifully did what any good friend should do and went off snooping. Not only was C. on bebo but also on the not so cute anymore dating website where we met. Humph. He let me know the next day he had had a small car crash and that everyone was ok, just not his bank balance haha.

.....

No ha ha on my end. Car crash or no car crash he should have had a bit more courtesy, but as we all know it's just basic animal instinct that the first thing you do after a car accident is go online to tell everyone on bebo and find yourself a new fella. I have since learned from a friend of mine who knows C very vaguely that he is in fact a prick and friend was not at all surprised to hear what had been going on with me and him. Where was that warning piece of advice weeks ago????
So again, blugh to all and sundry.

All this before noon!

2008-04-03T09:56:00.003Z

Oh God. They're gone less than a day and already things are crumbling around the edges. By "things", I here mean my mental health.

Item: One of the sisters is refusing to come home and instead is spending the week with her neer'do well Subaru driving boyfriend...while suffering from tonsillitis, which means her Suzuki driving brother will undoubtedly have to take her to, and pay for, the doctor at some point because the silly cunt has no personal/financial responsibility worth a damn.

Item: Overslept this morning by about 20 minutes and when I got up to college, the park and ride car park was full (undoubtedly by people who shouldn't be there) forcing me to park in the visitors one, which will cost about €15 for the day...that's €15 I would rather spend on, oh I don't know....anything else!

Item: When I did eventually park, I noticed a screw sticking out of one of my back tires. Joy. I went to try and change it, but discovered that my spare is flat. FUME!!!!!!
That is definitely NOT my doing and there will be sharp remonstrations with the parents when they come home. No idea how long the screw's been there, but the air pressure seems to be holding steady so I'll deal with it when I get back to town this afternoon and hope it doesn't go south in the mean time.

Item: A book I really really need is not on the library's catalogue and so I'll have to fork out €17 to get it on inter library loans. I found out yesterday that undergraduates only have to pay €8 for the same service. What a load of wankery!!!

Item: I've tried ringing C as we're supposed to meet for lunch today and he said I should ring him to make sure he's up (out last night) but his phone is off/broken. This had better not be another stand up act.

Item: I've spent time writing this instead of working on my paper. Grrrrrrrrr!

Ya'll have a nice day now!

Things are getting uglier and uglier.....

2008-04-02T13:00:00.004Z

I can plz has power handed to me on plate now?

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Mmmmm, plate. Big plate of dinner... no have to share with Mary anymore!

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Mmmmm, dinner!!

*Slurp!*

Huh? What? Oh yes, the party stands fully behind the Taoiseach, whatever course of action he decides upon....

If the ECDL is REALLY the ECDL, do I have penalty points now??

2008-04-02T00:22:00.003Z

Wahhhhhh. Computers and drink do not mix. Myself and the Housemate were internetting while mildly drunk and decided to stalk some exes. Still being fresh in my mind and the only one llikely to have a bebo account, I went after Valentine's day boy.

(See the few posts previous to that for more details.)

And I found him....Wahhhhhhh! He still looks asd good and a s funny and as clever as he did the last time I saw him...except according to The Housemate's interpretation of his pictures he appears to be involved with someone and it looks longterm. So maybe now it looks like I was some kind of exercise in chearting???

Oh noes!!!!!!!! this is even worse than that time the doctor told me I had a tumor (turned out not to be anything of the kind though it took months for them to decide that). I am not happy, still slightly drunk, and have to submit an abstract of my paper for this bollocking conference tomorrow morning which I haven't written yet, my parents are going away for a week tomorrow leaving me to mind the house and my siblings, grandmother, horses dogs and cats, my sister is being a retard again with her new boyfriend and it appears that I was an exercise in cheating with someone who I really fell for quicker than I would normally consider reasonable but thought it was ok because they were so nice from my point of view, what does this say about my choice in men???!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhh!

From now on, no more independent thought.

2008-03-31T20:10:00.003Z

We've long since established that I am not that intelligent. Grammatically correct, articulate, studious in appearance and so on perhaps; but not intelligent. Here's the latest proof.

Hadn't heard from C since last Sunday when we called down to him so I could prove to the lads that this one- er, he existed. I have spent the last week convincing myself sick that he'd changed his mind about things and thus why he was'nt 'giving me a shout' like he said he would when we were leaving the bar that night. Not being one to seem pushy, I said I'd leave things till late in the week before I got onto him...by then however, I had decided that it was over and to contact him then would be too needy.

So. On he pops onto MSN today and I get a cheery hello straight away. Confused, I reply in kind but not with so many smiley faces (shaddap!). So, how have I been? How was home? Am I back in the city yet...

Whaaaaaaaaaaa?

Yeah, sure wasn't I at home with the last week minding the place? No? Oh...

*Admits to (now) embarrassing and paranoid thoughts about why he hadn't called me.*

Oh, but didn't you hear me say to give me a shout whenever you were back in the city during the week? No? Oh no, I said for you to give me a shout.

*Multiple embarrassed emoticons*

No hassle it's ok.

"So, I know I'm at home most of this week minding the house, but want to meet up soon? Tomorrow or Wednesday perhaps? Oh you have to get ready for work, ok well then we'll- oh ok so, bye to you too".

So there it is, I'm not entirely sure if things are screwed up completely or not yet, MSN not being the best way to gauge what the other person is really thinking etc... So will have to wait until I see him now to figure out if I have shot myself in the relationship foot again or not. In any case, this is classic me. Not only have I jumped the gun but the entire armaments factory as well. On the other hand though, I do have a load of nice new clothes from my make-myself-feel-better shopping blitz the other day...quite possibly unnecessary now, but none the less, boo and hiss to paranoia!