Well boi, I survived.

This blog is done. To all of my pleading fans who missed me so much, I am sorry. I feel cringy when I think of 'feistlande'. It makes no sense and has no purpose. An English professor of mine said something about either living life or writing about it (can't remember wh relation to) and I guess there must be some truth in that.
I started this when I was sad and depressed for a couple of months: lonely with no ambition having dropped out of college for the first time and not really knowing what I wanted to do and not really caring either. The funny thing is, a whole load of stuff has happened and my universe has done three-sixties on several occasions in the last couple of months. Scary stuff that was much worse than the college situation last year. So I am by no means okay, and not overly happy, most certainly not knowledgeable of what I would like to do with myself anytime soon, but I am living life.
And I don't have time to write about it. Fare ye well. I'll keep reading about yours.

Some stuff...

I like this girl.




We've had a spot of rain.

Cork is currently under water along with UCC. That meant lots of drinking on Thursday night, in the dark, in my friend's apartment, in a foot of water.

Also means I have a whole week off to spend in Galway to try and salvage the remains of my relationship. Do or die...now or never...make it or break it...
Phew.

My house sucks.

Things that have gone wrong so far:

1. In the first two weeks we had no shower so I had to depend on flying visits to houses of friends to ward off bad smells.
2. The shower door fell off.
3. The roof in the kitchen started leaking.
4. We acquired a pet mouse named Romeo who likes to dodge mouse traps and eat galaxy chocolate.
5. I realised that my bedroom is by far the worst in the house even though I'm paying the same rent as everyone else. I'm right beside the sitting room and kitchen and hear EVERYTHING that goes on from dawn to dusk.
6. I also realised that some of my housemates are hmmm.. messy.
7. We got broadband installed and it works everywhere....apart from my desk.

On the plus side my French and appreciation of art history is coming on a treat. And it's Hallowe'en soon. That means Christmas. Which means relocation. Shweet.

I've also learned how to skateboard and juggle (not at the same time), the fundamentals of DJing, met some of my heroes from Ed Banger and had a lot of fun all the while.

Perhaps the lack of internet is doing me good.

Uffie finally got a video....

....3 years later. Don't like it though.

Plus this.

Which is much more exciting. College is affecting my blogging.

Doesn't matter if you don't like Jay-Z, watch it anyway.

Had yet another graduation ball thing on Friday with my friend from Cork city, which was pretty sweet because lots of the people that were there are doing the same course as me. Let's just hope they remember me when I latch onto them the first day of lectures.

Cork also has the best charity shops I've ever seen. Me and my remarkably stylish buddy G (she got stopped by Irish Street Style literally minutes after I left her that day) went for a root on Friday. I couldn't find many treasures that day but did find these three necklaces.



Much more fun to be had in Galway this week, plus a Dylan Moran gig on Sunday. Two words, LOVIN' LIFE. Ha.

Foreboding.

My orientation day for college is on Friday and I'm absolutely terrified, I'm not the best in social situations you see. I get to a stage where fear of the inevitable awkward silence becomes too much and I just. Don't. Shut. Up.

A perfect example of this is last Saturday at a party where I knew a handful of people as acquaintances amongst an incredible amount of strangers. I learned a lot about conversation that night and for your convenience, I have compiled a short list of topics that generally aren't suitable for light conversation with strangers:

Number 1 - Private information about yourself that is best kept private until the person has become a proper friend. For example, "Oh yeah I love hanging out at the library, it's class in there, I'm pretty good friends with the librarian at this stage, we go drinking together."

Number 2 - Suicide. "Oh you go running in that park? Yeah, I lived across from that place, guy hung himself while I still lived there. Crazy huh?"

Number 3 - Pickled produce. "Ok...there's gherkins, pickled onions...what's the other one? What? Beetroot? No, not beetroot. My brother grew some beetroots this summer, they were massive! Eggs! That's it, pickled eggs!"

I'm screwed. I'm going to wind up as the girl with no friends in college who eats sandwiches by herself and is shunned in the lecture halls.
The fact that I have any friends in the first place is beyond me really.

Journey to Cork........

...involved a lot of rain.