Global warming? What global warming?....

....I'm frickin' freezing! A good day was spent scowling at customers every time they opened the door of the shop and left the cold in. I also found loads of ways to wrap myself around the little heater in a pretzel-like fashion.

I even resolved to stay inside this evening and refuse the many propositions that usually come my way of an evening time. Alas, I then realised all my friends are gone back to college after the Christmas break, or studying for the leaving cert. Yep, today was the day it hit me that I am all alone for the next couple of months. Old hobbies will be resurrected, and I'll be forced to become friends with my family.

You never know, I could discover, in my isolation, that I'm a gifted writer, painter, or just really good at reading and texting. Yeah, that's the extent of my hobbies.
Maybe I should take up photography and turn this into one of those pointless poser blogs, not that this blog actually has a point, but you know the ones I'm talking about. One photo of a girl (the blogger) flicking her hair is followed by text somewhere along the lines of ''i really wish there were more words that required the letter 'z'.''

Maybe not.

Another thing what i learned this week...

....is that under your duvet is a really bad place to hide naggans of Jack Daniels and packets of Marlboro reds. I keep forgetting that I no longer have the freedom that I had in Dublin, and that those kind of items will get me into trouble down here. It all ended quite well though, this spell in the bad books. My dad asked me for a fag after it all simmered down.
In other news, I have a new found dislike for bouncers from Cork. Last Saturday night, the production of my fake I.D was met with a smug laugh, and even more laughter when I tried to protest that indeed it was my passport and that special U.V. light thingy must be wrong! It all ended well though with me sprawled on the couch of a friend of a friend saying, ''No..no..can't move, I'll get sick'', followed by a jaunty walk home for more of the aforementioned Jack Daniels. All in all a pretty good night, but I still haven't forgiven those mean bouncers for making me miss the gig to end all gigs.

Something what I learned this week...

... Don't ever spend your rent money on drink, or clothes, or drink, or general faffing about. Your parents will find out, and despise you. I found that out the hard way, and let me tell you, it was hard. I'm now stuck to the confines of my mother's little shop of horrors for the next 6 months until I can escape to Dublin again. I didn't overspend that much, but I'm still up to my oxters in shit, and the worst thing is, it wasn't even worth it. I mean, I definitely could have lived without Vogue, or that pitcher of Fosters, or that Chinese. That's the thing, I can't even really remember what I spent the money on, which is another reason why I'm in so much trouble. They keep asking me what I actually spent my money on, and all I can do is shrug my shoulders and say 'ehh dunno really'. I think that they think I'm on drugs.

Oh well, a lesson well learned.

In other news, my dad asked me if I was pregnant today. I think he was calling me fat. I'm not by the way. Pregnant that is.

Note to self: buy dog biscuits

          Stupid sister has a new boyfriend. I wouldn't mind right, but as I'm writing this, they're in the sitting room making an awful racket. He's tickling her, she's squealing; all fun and games. As well as that, just two seconds ago, my sister enquired when i planned on returning to Dublin.

         I dread to think what they'd be planning if I weren't around. Ew.

    It's worse as due to my living in Dublin for a good part of the week, The Boyfriend has really wheedled his way into my spot. I feel like he's taken my seat and every time I come home my groove is shaping itself more and more to the contours of his arse. I can't tell you how shocked I was when I returned home after a couple of weeks spent in Dublin to find myself the centre of the family taking-of-piss, he being one of the main taking-of-pissers. Shocking.

          I've seen this happen amongst our dogs. We have five rather big dogs, and also a small runt of a thing that I consider more of a rabbit. Anyway. Just recently, one of the larger dogs has found itself lowered in the pecking order. We had to keep him in the house for a while to let him recover properly from the injuries he sustained for being the nerd of the family. 

        Poor Mick the Dog and I have a lot in common. If I don't act soon, I fear I may end up in the dog-house with a rather bruised ego.