It was the night before Saturday and all through the house.....
It was time for a change. 

Quick life update:
Work: dull as ever - paid marginally better for doing a little bit less. Mantra, mantra, mantra: its a means to an end. 
Love: the 3 h's of a successful relationship - happy, healthy and ... eh, well this is viewed by family so use your imaginations. 
School: passed all exams - second year here I come! Perhaps with a little more dedication to the subjects I dislike and a whole lot less blushing when anyone says "penis envy".
Life: thought it'd be more active on account of the summer hols but it keeps tripping its own self up. Meh. Those who count are forgiving of this and those that don't can .... choose their own punishment.

Nightmare

Due to the startling realisations of my own nightmares in recent years I've decided to indulge in a name change.
:-)

So, last week I spent the guts of 400 quid getting Wilbur's much needed and long-overdue repairs seen to.

Yesterday, my handbag broke, the coke machine ate my money (I'm pretty sure it could sense my total parchation!), I went through the car-wash the door open and it took me over 2hrs to get home.

Oh yeah, and I failed the NCT - in the same place I failed my driving test.
Wilbur and I HATE Northpoint, Ballymun. 

 

Right, get yiz'errer fingers out lads!!
I urgently need a surveyor to get his arse to Arklow who wont then go and charge me 400 Euro or more and my first born child.
Help me. Please.

Buggrit Buggrit Buggrit!!!

brucius and I donated a box of books, toys and clothes to St Vincent de Paul the other day. I realised shortly afterward that I would really rather hang on to 3 of the books - they have a lot of sentimental value and I must have been suffering from a bout of cold heartedness when I decided to part with them.

So Bruce went up today to buy them back and they're gone!!

Apparently when a box of stuff gets donated it doesn't stay in the same place, it gets shipped around to whichever store needs more toys, clothes etc.

Now I'm bookless and gutted and have no one to blame but myself - which is the worst kind of blame!!

Whoever buys those books is not gonna know that I save up my hard-earned pocket money when I was 13 to buy them. They won't care.

I'm an idiot.

I'm back.
I'm exhausted, I'm paper-cut within an inch of my life, my eyes have changed shape in my head and I'm pretty sure I'll have to repeat at least one . . . but I'm back.
:-)

I had a lovely Christmas this year. Santa (

bruciusplayed to my Geek Streak and got me some Serenity & Discworld goodies, very delighted! Also, got a voucher for a sky dive. Am hoping to get my license (thats not really what its called but it amounts to the same thing) this year & therefore be able to just jump willy-nilly. When the weather picks up obviously - tis no fun jumping out of a plane in Waterford and landing in Africa.

Amsterdam was cool - icy in fact. I had to invest in a snazzy new Jayne-style hat to keep warm. I'm very trendy. :-) 
Unfortunately I ballsed up the reservation so we were staying out in the middle of nowhere. I think I was more upset than Bruce but probably because I hate to see something I put a lot of effort into planning go arse up.

I have college exams starting Saturday - for which there is no mistaking the unpreparedness of me, I am truly my own worst enemy. They run for one week and then on the 18th I have my driving test. Im hoping against hope that the Brophy curse (from my Mams side) skips me and I pass first time. Unless they ask me to park, then I'm screwed anyway.

Right, well back to work I suppose. Here's hoping this new year will be as busy as last!

 

 

Well Im scurrying out the door in about 10 seconds so I just wanted to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a wonderfully intoxicated New Year. :-)

Advice for 07? Only make a resolution if you actually intend to keep it!

BRUCE & I JUST BOUGHT OUR HOUSE IN ARKLOW!!!!
AWAHOO!!!!!

So we're back from Italy and am feeling some well deserved exhaustion!
I absolutely loved Rome no ifs or buts about it!

I even managed to feel totally one hundred percent relaxed for the first time in too many months. And it lasted a whole 5 hours! Then it was back to stressing about my next essay (after only barely finishing my philosophy essay by the skin of my proverbials on Wednesday!) and how much work I'd have to catch up on in at the office and college for delighting in a week away.

Le sigh.

My road-to-hell shaped intentions of doing scag loads of domestic things and starting on my Freud essay flew out the window at 5.30am when I received a text from my dad to say he'd buggered off to Leitrim until Sunday with my car & house-keys in his pocket, effectively stranding us in Glasnevin. S'nice though - can't feel too guilty bout not gettin' the head down when circumstances are out of one's control.

If anyone has any idea on finding (reliable!) college essays - Freud and Philosophy based if possible but not limited to them - on line where skills and inspiration can be gleaned I'd be most grateful.

Ciao!

Wikipedia defines passive aggressive behaviour thus:

Passive-aggressive behavior

refers to passive, sometimes obstructionist resistance to authoritative instructions in interpersonal or occupational situations. Sometimes a method of dealing with stress or frustration, it results in the person attacking other people in subtle, indirect, and seemingly passive ways. It can manifest itself as resentment, stubbornness, procrastination, sullenness, or intentional failure at doing requested tasks.

I can now honestly say that my boss is a passive aggressive AS*HOLE!!

In April I couldnt swim, not at even a hint of bit.
Tonight, I swan 15 lengths.
I am a swimming goddess!

Much love & gratittude to paintedmeanings for the swanky new icons!

"Before you criticise someone walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do criticise them you're a mile away & you've got their shoes"

So after much nail biting & many weeks spent anxiously waiting for Fear an Phoist, it’s finally here; it is my express delight to inform you all that I am off to war!
No sorry, not war, college. Much scarier!!
Awahoo!!

 

I wanted to write a scathing post about the futility of prostituting one's time to a soulless company for financial stability & a modicum of respect but I simply don’t have the inclination. Apathy - a sin in one so young.

I have a plastic bag on my hair.
(sounds like this should be posted to the lie_journal but weirdly its true.)
I hope my hair doesn't go green & fall out. That would be upsetting.

Its 3am & my brother has just let slip that my sister's boyfriend asked my dad for her hand in marriage earlier this evening!!! I'm supposed to look surprised but right now I'm ready to scream it from the nearest rooftops!!! I cant fricking believe it!! I'm so excited I think I might just explode!!! OMFG!!!!!!

It was in the glove compartment all along. Phew!