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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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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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