Still don't know the cure. Evidently two new dresses and a pair of shoes don't help. Even if they are particularly lovely dresses and shoes.
I hope it's sunny tomorrow.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Mean reds.
Still don't know the cure. Evidently two new dresses and a pair of shoes don't help. Even if they are particularly lovely dresses and shoes.
I hope it's sunny tomorrow.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Girl Crush #2...
....Karen O.
What a woman. I've been told we're similar in a strange way, me and Karen, but I'm not bragging...
Friday, June 26, 2009
It's been a long time coming...
...and I think you know it too, Cheeseburger. I'll miss you, but I just can't do it anymore. I feel guilty and dirty everytime we're together.
I'm sick of you seducing me with you're cheesy deliciousness, I feel so pathetic everytime I give into you're greasy allure. And sure, I know that no summer day will ever be the same again without you, we'll probably bump into each other at barbeques but...
It's over, I'm sorry.
Blame Banksy.
I'm sick of you seducing me with you're cheesy deliciousness, I feel so pathetic everytime I give into you're greasy allure. And sure, I know that no summer day will ever be the same again without you, we'll probably bump into each other at barbeques but...
It's over, I'm sorry.
Blame Banksy.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
My lovely American friend...
...has left us on a ferry headed for France.
I'll miss her and her funny ways.
I'm loving Ireland in the meantime, I went for a swim in a lake near home after dinner with my brother and his funny friends. Life is so much better when the sun shines.
I'll miss her and her funny ways.
I'm loving Ireland in the meantime, I went for a swim in a lake near home after dinner with my brother and his funny friends. Life is so much better when the sun shines.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Ever had one of those moments.....
...when you go back to a place you haven't been to in years and everything is so much smaller than you remembered? I had that today. Went for a spin to Woodstock in Inistioge, Co. Kilkenny and got the fright of my life. For those of you not familiar with Inistioge, Woodstock is this old historical house that was burnt down sometime during the War of Independence, however the gardens are still open to the public.
I always remembered this house as MASSIVE, but alas, it is not. I felt like Alice when she drinks the potion and grows up really quickly.
Lots of families and little kids were there having picnics and playing football on the croquet lawns, looked like fun.
I, however, had the joy of being dragged around by my nerd of a brother to look at each and every tree. Stupid arborists.
He whooped and congratulated himself everytime he correctly identified a tree, and was doubly pleased when he could remember the Latin name along with it. Dork.
I always remembered this house as MASSIVE, but alas, it is not. I felt like Alice when she drinks the potion and grows up really quickly.
Lots of families and little kids were there having picnics and playing football on the croquet lawns, looked like fun.
I, however, had the joy of being dragged around by my nerd of a brother to look at each and every tree. Stupid arborists.
He whooped and congratulated himself everytime he correctly identified a tree, and was doubly pleased when he could remember the Latin name along with it. Dork.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
''Oh my gosh, do you speak like, Austrian?''
''Ehm no I don't I'm afraid, I see you're fluent in American though.''
Yes, this is what a young American man in a pub in Dingle asked me as I spoke to my new Austrian (or 'International' as he liked to be referred to) friend over the roar of the pub singer and heavy din of American twangs. Don't get me wrong I can understand how he could have been THAT drunk after the supposed seven *gasp* bottles of beer drunk in the space of two hours. They were some craic all the same, my American friends. Even though they were plain silly, you couldn't help but feel protective of them and enjoy their boyband cleanliness. They all had names like Billy and Nick and even though they were all the same age as me or older they had a real innocence and happiness about them that you couldn't help but be charmed by. I'm glad that I seem to be meeting a lot of Americans this summer, they're a likeable bunch.
My Austrian friend had the same disposition in a funny way, even though he was far from an American high school graduate. He upped and left home one day, had slept rough on London streets and was on a quest to become 'free'. Very independent you might think, but us three Irish girls still took him under our wing and brought him around with us for the two days we were sharing a room with him. He was odd I must admit, a typical European metal head. Long hair and chains poking out everywhere, but terribly sweet all the same and maybe just a little lost and lonely.
What else did I do in Dingle apart from laugh at foreigners? Oh nothing, just ya know, cycled around Slea Head. *cough* 40 km *cough* no big deal...
Yes, this is what a young American man in a pub in Dingle asked me as I spoke to my new Austrian (or 'International' as he liked to be referred to) friend over the roar of the pub singer and heavy din of American twangs. Don't get me wrong I can understand how he could have been THAT drunk after the supposed seven *gasp* bottles of beer drunk in the space of two hours. They were some craic all the same, my American friends. Even though they were plain silly, you couldn't help but feel protective of them and enjoy their boyband cleanliness. They all had names like Billy and Nick and even though they were all the same age as me or older they had a real innocence and happiness about them that you couldn't help but be charmed by. I'm glad that I seem to be meeting a lot of Americans this summer, they're a likeable bunch.
My Austrian friend had the same disposition in a funny way, even though he was far from an American high school graduate. He upped and left home one day, had slept rough on London streets and was on a quest to become 'free'. Very independent you might think, but us three Irish girls still took him under our wing and brought him around with us for the two days we were sharing a room with him. He was odd I must admit, a typical European metal head. Long hair and chains poking out everywhere, but terribly sweet all the same and maybe just a little lost and lonely.
What else did I do in Dingle apart from laugh at foreigners? Oh nothing, just ya know, cycled around Slea Head. *cough* 40 km *cough* no big deal...
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Alien Snots.
The other day we brought the American off to this secret little beach, which can be found somewhere on the south coast should you ever care to visit.
The main aim being to catch some 'alien snots' as they are now fondly known in our household. Otherwise known as periwinkles. We also caught a 'juicer' of a crab. Those Americans and their funny speak. Pftt. She does take some good photos though, especially seeing as it was just a point-and-shooter...
Periwinkles are truly scrumptious by the way, billion times better than l'escargot.
The main aim being to catch some 'alien snots' as they are now fondly known in our household. Otherwise known as periwinkles. We also caught a 'juicer' of a crab. Those Americans and their funny speak. Pftt. She does take some good photos though, especially seeing as it was just a point-and-shooter...
Periwinkles are truly scrumptious by the way, billion times better than l'escargot.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Suckiest nightclubs in the land...
..and not even a bit of talent to go with it.
The nightclubs of Ireland need to sort their lives out.
Number one, Mr. Nightclub Man, stop playing Akon, Girls Aloud et al.
Number two, stop charging ridiculous prices for a frickin jaegerbomb.
And number three, open the smoking area, it's all you've got left buddy.
Kudos for the invisible, U.V. visible stamps though. I marvel everytime.
The nightclubs of Ireland need to sort their lives out.
Number one, Mr. Nightclub Man, stop playing Akon, Girls Aloud et al.
Number two, stop charging ridiculous prices for a frickin jaegerbomb.
And number three, open the smoking area, it's all you've got left buddy.
Kudos for the invisible, U.V. visible stamps though. I marvel everytime.
FATM...
...as a lovely person put it.
I know just about everyone is going on about Florence and the Machine, but it's 3.35 in the morining, and I cannot stop listening to this song.
I know just about everyone is going on about Florence and the Machine, but it's 3.35 in the morining, and I cannot stop listening to this song.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Jeeaaaaalousssyyyy, turning saints into the sea...
Yeah...I never did understand that line. Ace song though.
I am becoming increasingly jealous of the lovely American and her current situation in this world. No, not her button nose, ability to tell funny and interesting stories at the drop of a hat, nothing at all to do with spending lots of time with my beloved brother.
It's this stupid map she's been pouring over:
She is in a bit of a pickle as she'll be needing to decide how she's getting to Spain fairly sharpish. My fingers seem to be turning green as I type.
Alas, I've realised that envy will get me nowhere and so I've resolved to save instead of spending all my measly earnings on shoes, cigarettes and alcohol.
Surely it will all be worth it? Won't it?
I am becoming increasingly jealous of the lovely American and her current situation in this world. No, not her button nose, ability to tell funny and interesting stories at the drop of a hat, nothing at all to do with spending lots of time with my beloved brother.
It's this stupid map she's been pouring over:
She is in a bit of a pickle as she'll be needing to decide how she's getting to Spain fairly sharpish. My fingers seem to be turning green as I type.
Alas, I've realised that envy will get me nowhere and so I've resolved to save instead of spending all my measly earnings on shoes, cigarettes and alcohol.
Surely it will all be worth it? Won't it?
Monday, June 8, 2009
''Ooooh swish!''
Love this, I have a thing for futuristic musings of old. The Jetsons is ace, as is the Smashing Pumpkins video for Tonight, Tonight. Why did they always think people would be just gagging to wear silver and have gadgets hanging off them from every angle? Just wonderful.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
I hate working Saturday nights.
But can I just say, don't be fooled by pictures like this....
...people who play slots are more like this....
...and I LOVE them for it.
...people who play slots are more like this....
...and I LOVE them for it.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Life's a Beach
I am SO original when it comes to post titles, am I not?
But really, life is a beach, especially when once summer comes you spend your life... on the eh... beach. I've spent such a nice couple of days with my friends bustin ourselves around in the sea and slapping each other's nicely crispy arms. The cute American is loving it here too, she thinks it's nuts that people can drink on the street, rob election posters, gowl with the Gardai about the whole thing and still get away with it.
I wonder how long this freakish summer could actually last though?
Ah crap.
Did I just jinx it?
But really, life is a beach, especially when once summer comes you spend your life... on the eh... beach. I've spent such a nice couple of days with my friends bustin ourselves around in the sea and slapping each other's nicely crispy arms. The cute American is loving it here too, she thinks it's nuts that people can drink on the street, rob election posters, gowl with the Gardai about the whole thing and still get away with it.
I wonder how long this freakish summer could actually last though?
Ah crap.
Did I just jinx it?
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