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When Emotions Become Emotional

Right, so I was supposed to blog about sexism and Disney Princesses, but at the moment, I really really don’t want to.

At the moment my life feels like it’s hitting a downward spiral. I am currently coughing so much, I feel I’m out of air. I’m so stuffy I feel breathless and in general, my physical health is terrible. Of course, that is not to say that my emotional health is any better.

It seems as if life has come to a head for me. All my college work has piled up in a short amount of time, in a higher capacity and quicker than anything has ever been placed on me before. This has resulted in a high amount of stress for me which is not exactly helping my poor wittle immune system. On top of that, my mother decided to have a go at my nerves.

For you faceless readers that are reading this, I don’t like my mother, and she doesn’t like me. That’s the gist of it. She’s constantly miserable through her own doing and isn’t happy unless she’s making someone else miserable. She’s one of those people who you meet once and you think “How on earth does she still have anyone?”

Also, you are not allowed to have emotions, if she’s having emotions. If you dare to be upset, while she’s upset, you’re doing it to make her miserable, according to her. And that is precisely what went wrong today. Today has been one of the most I don’t know what days I’ve ever had.

Because my sister doesn’t go to college when she’s supposed to, the fact that I don’t want to go to college because I’m sick, means that I am immediately doing it to make her life more stressful. Also, because she’s never around or in contact with me while I’m in college, that immediately means that she knows exactly what I do with my time there. So she tells me that I’m not working hard enough and if I actually went to the library, I wouldn’t be so bad.

In fact, mother dear, I have been to the library quite a few times, and in those times, I have put the work needed in. So excuse me for not taking that criticism well.

So that all culminated in many, many tears at college, eventually getting home, which lead to many more tears and quite a bit of hyperventilation.

I wonder is it regular to feel so comfortable divulging this stuff to faceless strangers.

Then I got a piece of advice from the lovely Jamie to watch my favourite movie.

So what do I turn on? But the Wizard of Oz.

And just to prove to you the type of wreck I am at the moment; I cried when it started, because that’s how much I love it.

Also cried at Over The Rainbow. I love this movie so much.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I deserve some pancakes.


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Life Got In The Way

It got in the way of me updating. I mean to update when I started knitting, when the apocalypse was happening, Christmas, New Years, when I finished my scarf and… life got in the way. XD

Let us try to recap on what has happened in that space in time…

I took up knitting…


I took up drinking…


(Cheap drinking)

And I ate more than I thought humanly possible in the last few weeks. Although it wasn’t as bad as last Christmas where I threw up from eating too much. I drank in college the day of the “apocalypse”. I drank the weekend after with my dad, his friend and his two daughters. I drank on Christmas. I drank on New Years Eve.

This year was the first year my mother allowed me to drink with the family on Christmas day. I’m twenty years old. And also it was only immediate family.

New Years Eve, I spent with Jamie and his family, ironically in he same house on the same couch in which he asked me out two years ago over text to the day. I only found it out afterward too.

Last weekend I wend drinking at a friends brothers house and his girlfriend and I made poisonous alcohol smoothies that had coagulated by morning. I also smoked a lot that night… which reminds me, I’m hungry for a fag, brb.


Okay, sign one that you’re a bit overtired: you raise the lighter to your mouth to light your fag, and there’s no fag in your mouth…

I may also be a little/moderately/very/rather hungover from last night. Last night in which the poison smoothies made a return and I hit a milestone in my drinking career.

I threw up.

All over the bathroom.

Don’t really want to do that again.

Being up at five in the morning where I have the ground floor to myself and a kitchen semi full of food left me to eat everything…


I got about that far before I never ever wanted to look at food again, at least for another six hours.

But had some good craic. I’m sure there was a point somewhere in this blog. Oh well.

I also got a new laptop hence all the pictures, yay!


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Sitting At Home Doing Nothing

So yes, I’m home, pretending to study for Christmas exams which are fun and not at all a reason to throw a liter of vodka down my throat.

I have not updated since before Hallowe’en… I think. So, that was good fun. Full of friends, meringue ghosts, and spilling rum all over my debs dress.

I also have a terrible memory, so I can’t actually remember what has happened (if anything) in between then and now.

There was Rainbow Week…


And I had something else on my mind there but I can’t remember what it is. I would also like to point out that when I say I can’t remember things, it’s not because I can’t be arsed but because my brain is a spaztics brain. XD

And now there’s Christmas. Yaaaaaay.

I love Christmas. I do. It’s a time of yay-ness and food. But the preparation is not so good. I am currently in the middle of getting homemade Christmas presents ready which is not fun.

Every year I imagine Christmas to be a happy time full of not giving a shit and being around people you want to be around. I have yet to experience a happy Christmas. It always ends the same with family memebers who will remain nameless complaining and being terrible human beings the same that they are every day of the year. Also counted as the fact they don’t want me leaving the house to be with people I actually want to be with, rather than being forced into unwanted interactions with not-immediate family members that are awkward and drag on forever. Hopefully when I move out and am able to have Christmas my way it’ll be better, but again, I hold out no hope for this year.


That turned out to be a lot more passive-aggressive and depressing than I had originally imagined…

Oops! XD

Now children… why don’t we learn something new today? Hmm?

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Never Thought I’d Do This

So right now it’s the last day of September and on the first of October I’ll be starting a new diet/exercise regime for a month.

Let me clarify, I never thought I’d be one of those bloggers who’d do a diet blogging series, because I’m not doing it for attention. If I wanted attention I’d go to Facebook and say something like “OMG I’m so fat I hate myself. Waaaaah.” But no. I also want to make a point now, I am not doing it to look like this:

I am not that unhappy with my appearance. I do love my face, my hips, my bum and my tits. I would just like to get within a healthy BMI range. I will be going no where near underweight, I will be staying within a healthy weight.

Right now, I am 5ft 3″ and 140 pounds, or if you want to go with the better system 160cm and 64kg and that gives me a BMI of 24.9

So I am barely under ‘overweight’. Just barely.

I don’t have a goal weight, seeing as that never really motivates me much. My plan is to diet until Hallowe’en and see what weight I hit. If I reach 57kg (which is 9 stone and I’m currently 10 stone 1) then I’ll stop dieting so drastically and keep that weight. But if I think I look too skinny and yuck, I’ll put up a bit more but keep it under 10 stone. Now I know BMI is a very untrustworthy way of telling where you are, but a the moment it’s all I’ve got. 🙂

I also know the deal with diets. They’re not a permanent solution. They will only work for a long period of time if you permanently change your diet. That’s why you get girls saying things like “OMG I was on this diet for like two weeks and it’s not working!” That’s because they diet and diet and diet for the period of time they’re told to. Then when the diet’s over, they binge. Think about it. If you reduce your calorie intake for two weeks or so, you will lose weight. But if, after that you start taking in the exact same amount of calories you were eating before you dieted, of course you’re going to put it all back up.

The diet will be reduced portions for a month. Then, depending on my weight then, I’ll edit it, to keep the weight down, but not so drastically.

So, diet method: reduce portions, half what I would usually eat each day. Three meals a day and one little snack. If I get hungry in between, I’ll drink water. Lots and lots of water. Will also be walking to and from college as often as possible. There’s a point tomorrow where I will in no way be able to walk, because I’ll have a cake on my lap. A cake which I’m bring in to the OutInUL members meeting. A cake which I baked from scratch and cannot eat. Oh well. I’ll hit obstacles on my way. I’ll also create allowances for drinking every two weeks if not less. And then, only spirits, because they hold the least amount of calories.

Also, I’m poor. Give me money.

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My Boyfriend Does My Make-Up

So I’ve been seeing these “My Boyfriend Does My Make-Up Tag” videos floating around YouTube for quite some time now, and I thought why not give it a lash? My first problem was introducing him to the idea. And he seemed to take it well. there were no looks of horror, not even an ‘are you serious?’ look. Just a “Yeah… I suppose.”


That’s himself there, making paper airplanes…

As we begun, I began to get slightly worried about the implications if it turned out well… the gay jokes would flow in… mainly from Francis. However, those worries were immediately diminished when he picked up my No7 face powder and said. “Is this foundation? I think this is foundation.” He smelled it. “Yeah, this is foundation.” And proceeded to put it on my face. He seemed a bit disappointed about how light the covering was so applied it twice more. “I should put concealer over it…”. “I’m not telling you anything.” I said. I would repeat that line another few times.

He decided against it and picked up face primer called ‘Face Perfecter.’ I thought he was going to put this over the powder, but tested some on his fingers first and exclaimed in indignation “This doesn’t cover anything!”

I stayed silent.

Next, he rummaged through my bag. “I found your foundation.”

He proceeded to squirt out a sizable glob onto his fingers and put it on my forehead. “Oh…” he sniggered. My forehead was well and truly caked, I could feel it. “Oh shit, should I be using my fingers?”

“Whatever you want.” He looked a little wary, but soldiered on, trying to spread it about my face, and placing more on my cheeks, chin, nose and temples. “Oh, I got it on your lips… You belong in Trooms.”  He picked up my blush and applied it, and to be honest, it was very well done.

After this, it was the liquid liner. I really don’t know which I would have preferred, liquid, gel or kohl. I have all three. But I just closed my eyes and begged him not to stab me with it. I could feel him put it on half way up my lid. After a few minutes of silent giggling while he applied it, he said to me; “You look like an Amazonian woman.” At the time I didn’t know if it was good or bad… It was bad. He also applied it on my lower lid.

Next up, he picked eyeshadow. “I’ll give you a nice skangy pink,” he said with his cheeky smile. “Oh thanks.” I replied. In fairness to him, he did use the right brush to apply it…. all the way up to my eyebrow.


He thought he was done after this, but he spotted my lipsticks. Picking up my dark brown/almost black/looks kinda purple when on, ’17’ lipstick he put it on… Yeah. If you wanna know how that went, here’s a line from him; “I don’t know where your lips end and your skin begins because I’ve covered it in foundation.”

He got it on my teeth. “And a nice big blob of lipgloss… I got some on your fuckin’ cheek.” He smiled.


I still had not seem myself at this point. “Do you think I’d still get some in Trooms?” I asked. He didn’t answer. I went and looked at myself.


“I look like I’ve been in Trooms for six hours!”

I asked him for a kiss. He wouldn’t give me one. He told me I look like the Joker in that last picture.

Fair fucks to him, I’d be just as lost if it came to guns instead of make-up, paintball, airsoft or otherwise.


Paper airplane finished too. That thing hurt when it hit you. XP

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Getting Sorted

Okay, so I finally got up off my arse and got Sorted by the Sorting Hat on Pottermore.

However, when I took the quiz, I tried to tailor my results to get me into Hufflepuff because that’s where I knew I belonged. I knew it. Hufflepuff was me, the house described me, not to perfection, but fairly well.

  • Hardworking – Ehh… not so much, unless I’m really really interested in it.
  • Friendly – I suppose, a little shy at first, but I’ll give it a go.
  • Loyal – Most definitely
  • Honest – Yup. Except for a few little white lies, the usual; No, your butt doesn’t look big, you lost loads of weight, etc., etc.
  • Impartial – I do tend to stay out of things that don’t directly involve me.

Hufflepuff has also got the least amount of darkness in its past, and that includes the almighty stuck up their arses Gryffindors.

I know Gryffindor is supposed to be the house that everyone aspires to and aims for because… I dunno, they have big penises or something. But to me Gryffindor is just a bunch of wizards who are stuck up their own hole because for their whole life, they’ve been told Gryffindor is the best house to be put in. And anyone actually in Gryffindor has been groomed to believe they are better than everyone else. In the books, there’s four houses and these four are the good guys, the bad guys and the other two houses. That is literally it.

I have been told before that I think like this, purely to try to pull off an indie image. And that insulted me down to my core.

Indie isn’t even the right term to use, as that is a label purely for music. Hipster was the right term to use. But god help the person who dared to call me hipster completely seriously. Hipster is lower than Scene.

Admittedly, there are a lot of “in” things right now that I dislike or hate and wouldn’t be caught dead near them. Certain music, fashion, movies and books. The basics of a hipster.

I don’t dislike them because they are popular, I dislike them because they are shit.

Simple as.

But anyway, imagine my utter DISGUST when I was placed into Gryffindor!

I was shocked. I actually sat at the computer, mouth agape for a full minute, and then tiny little squeaks began to come from my mouth. Then I began to shriek in outrage.

I could not believe it! I was a Gryffindor. A dirty spoiled high and mighty Gryffindor. I was unceremoniously shoved into the house I hated the most. I would have taken ANY other house. I’d have been so extremely content in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. Any house I would have been happy in except for that one. My only consolation was, I look good in red.

I slowly began to accept my fate. I’d have to go through the rest of my life as one of them.

Even the acceptance letter was full of it.

“This is, quite simply, the best house at Hogwarts. It’s where the bravest and boldest end up – for instance: Albus Dumbledore! Yes, Dumbledore himself, the greatest wizard of our time, was a Gryffindor! If that’s not enough for you, I don’t know what is.

I won’t keep you long, as all you need to do to find out more about your house is to follow Harry Potter and his friends as I lead them up to their dormitories. Enjoy your time at Hogwarts – but how could you fail to? You’ve become part of the best house in the school.”

Their traits are courage as well as “daring, nerve, and chivalry”…

So they’re a bunch of cheeky muts? That’s all their known for? Running headfirst into a fight without even looking up? And holding the door open for a woman?

How the hell did they ever survive the second wizarding war? Have these guys ever heard of Sun Tzu?

There are literally hundreds of quotes from him that I could put here that show that Gryffindors are the WORST type of people to have around you when planning or in the middle of a battle. But here’s the best:

“He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.”

Do you realize that that is practically what Voldemort did for the seven books? He waited for Harrys big head to come to him, and he did. Which means a load of important characters got killed because Harry had a surge of testosterone and jumped in without thinking. The only reason Voldy didn’t win, was because he didn’t realize that his secret agent got REALLY pissed that Voldy killed off his favourite pair of tits, so he switched sides.

So yes, I became a Gryffindor. Then I realized I hadn’t been entirely truthful about the quiz, so I signed up with a separate email address and took it again. Answering completely honestly. And if I got landed with Gryffindor again, I’d just have to cry it out.

But thankfully I didn’t. But I also didn’t get my dear Hufflepuff… I got Ravenclaw.

Which, to be honest, I was actually a lot happier about than had I gotten into Hufflepuff, looking back.

Anyway, my really long rant is over, so here’s the Ravenclaw welcome letter, and I think it’ll help you see why I liked it more.

Oh, I also didn’t want to be a Gryffindor because the boyfriend’s a Slytherin…

But that’s in the past now…


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Tommy, Paddy and Amurica.

This week, has been the most eventful that I can remember in a long time.  I’ve been coughing up an alien for seven days now, and it’s only beginning to get better, which is wonderful, seeing as it wouldn’t let me sleep beforehand. But enough on that. That was not what was awesome about my week.

I brought Jamie to see Tommy Tiernan for his birthday. For anyone who doesn’t know, Tommy Tiernan is a brilliant Irish comedian, quite controversial and energetic, but hilarious to see all the same. He was doing a “Tour of Limerick” and we went to the last show he had, in the Strand. After that, he went of on a “World Tour of Kerry.” I didn’t think the Strand, a four star hotel, would have the facilities for a world famous comedian, seeing as they’d usually be playing theaters and concert halls. But it was a first come, first serve sort of thing with no set places, and of course, as soon as Jamie found out, he had to arrive an hour before the doors opened to make 100% sure we’d get a front row seat. And sure enough we did. Which had pros and cons.

Pro: We were at the front. Tommy could see us.

Con: We were at the front, Tommy could see us.

As I mentioned previous, I had a rather bad cough, which meant I couldn’t laugh out loud, or else I’d be heaving and spluttering, which is very hard when you’re going to see a comedian. Especially when said comedian calls out people in the audience. But luckily, I avoided that. There were much more attractive chances for him. Especially when he gave the kicker: “Limerick’s just one big halting site, isn’t it?”

But, another plus of arriving early, we got to see him before the show too.

Paddy’s Day. Or St. Patrick’s Day. I didn’t do too much that day. but again, Jamie appears in this story. I went to the Paddy’s Day Parade, really for the sole reason of watching him march with the Reserve Defense Forces.

There he is, third face from the bottom. I dunno what the sight did to me, but the only way to put it was swooning. I was swooning. On the inside, of course.

I heard from him later that they had to march about five miles, including their warm up. Doesn’t sound too bad, until you realize how ridiculously heavy the boots are, and when marching, you stomp, it starts to seem a bit more difficult.  Of course he became all modest and bashful when I told him the effect he had on me, but the effect was still there.

Other than that, all I did Paddy’s Day was have two drinks with my parents. I’m a failure of an Irish person.

I baked a strawberry cake for my mother for Mammy’s Day. 

Based of the “Strawberry Shortcake” demonstrated by Crumb Boss. Theirs always looks better, though.

And my father’s finally gone to Texas today for work, for eight weeks. It’s hitting the high twenties this week too, which is a difference from the tens of Limerick. He left at six in the morning for Shannon Airport, and I don’t think it’s really hit me yet that he’s gone. I’ll probably realize after he doesn’t come home after a few days.

So yeah. Eventful week.

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