Friday, December 23, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Decembery Christmassy Elves With Sparkles And YAY
I'd like to pretend that my blog is seeing minimal action at the moment because it makes me feel better to see how much time has passed and how little time I have now 'til I go home... but in all honesty it's mostly because I'm incurably lazy.
I haven't even showered or dressed yet - I'm slumped in bed eating advent calendar chocolates and looking astoundingly like a mouldy old potato, and therefore being thoroughly unsurprised that I'm still single. Ah well, moving on.
I have to make my Monday video today, because, well, it's Monday, so I'll not linger too long with my four faithful blog readers, as I have to go and, you know, un-potato myself. So thinkthinkthinkkkkk what do I have to tell you?
I'm going home in ELEVEN days. Happiness, oh the happiness.
Words, they aren't sort of coming to me at the moment, so I'll just talk about not actually saying anything and hopefully it'll fill up some space; it's funny how I have no ideas whatsoever for my blog this morning, and look I just used a semi-colon, so that maybe if people just glanced, they'd think I'd written something intelligent and worthwhile. Ha. Glancing fools.
K I'm done. Bai luv u lol omg.
<3
I haven't even showered or dressed yet - I'm slumped in bed eating advent calendar chocolates and looking astoundingly like a mouldy old potato, and therefore being thoroughly unsurprised that I'm still single. Ah well, moving on.
I have to make my Monday video today, because, well, it's Monday, so I'll not linger too long with my four faithful blog readers, as I have to go and, you know, un-potato myself. So thinkthinkthinkkkkk what do I have to tell you?
I'm going home in ELEVEN days. Happiness, oh the happiness.
Words, they aren't sort of coming to me at the moment, so I'll just talk about not actually saying anything and hopefully it'll fill up some space; it's funny how I have no ideas whatsoever for my blog this morning, and look I just used a semi-colon, so that maybe if people just glanced, they'd think I'd written something intelligent and worthwhile. Ha. Glancing fools.
K I'm done. Bai luv u lol omg.
<3
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Time Travel
It's now a MONTH later. Magic.
It's kind of cool though because it means it's a whole month less of time I have to spend here. And a month from today, I'll be at the airport. YESSSSSSSS.
So what has happened in a month?
1. I've gone through about four or five sets of false nails. I know, I know, they freak me out too, but seeing as I can't seem to stop gnawing at my own stumpy excuses for fingernails, I have to glue nice ones on instead. Which means I spend a lot of my I'm-bored-so-let's-do-something-really-stupid Time gluing my fingers together and pulling them apart. It's fun, ok?
2. I've tidied my bedroom (my temporary one, anyway) over a thousand million times, not that you'd be able to tell. It's a serious mess.
3. I've loaded almost 500 songs onto my Mp3 Cube - the cutest thing ever, by the way - and despite this I'm nowhere near to having everything I want on there. And this is 500 songs even after painstakingly condensing my entire Kate Bush discography and the soundtracks to AVPM/S down to my absolute favourites.
4. I've met two new friends out here in Ireland who are successfully keeping me sane and getting me through what would otherwise have been a horrendously lonely last month.
5. I've been offered a lift on a dark road by a carful of strangers. I politely declined.
6. I've seen The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part I. Just... don't even.
7. I've become very excited over a new project by Kristina Horner and Hayley Hoover, and have already started my first draft of the short story I plan to submit. People seem to be getting themselves all steamed up over the fact that we won't be paid for the rights to our work - but for me this is simply the opportunity to actually work with Kristina and Hayley on something that I created. To have them care about a piece of work that came from me. I'm STOKED, you guys. This is so exciting.
8. I've very vaguely planned a project of my own, 'WriNoEighMo', which will hopefully take shape in the coming month and begin on January 1st, 2012.
9. I've had my second burrito from The Little Ass Burrito Bar in Rathmines, where the slogan is, "Looking for a burrito the size of a small child? You've come to the right place." Yes, I finished it. Yes, my jeans popped.
and 10 - (oh crap, I'd better think of a tenth because I can't have a list of nine things; this surely isn't permitted) - erm... I've seen and fangirl-sqeeed at the official trailer for The Hunger Games film. EXCIIIIIIIITED. I recommended the book to my dad, and he loved it so much that he purchased the rest of the series and is therefore currently way ahead of me. I am bitter.
That's whats happened this month. And stuff. I love you guys. I promise not to be quite so aloof in future; I shall return sometime next week. Ha. Daily? Ha.
lessthanthree
It's kind of cool though because it means it's a whole month less of time I have to spend here. And a month from today, I'll be at the airport. YESSSSSSSS.
So what has happened in a month?
1. I've gone through about four or five sets of false nails. I know, I know, they freak me out too, but seeing as I can't seem to stop gnawing at my own stumpy excuses for fingernails, I have to glue nice ones on instead. Which means I spend a lot of my I'm-bored-so-let's-do-something-really-stupid Time gluing my fingers together and pulling them apart. It's fun, ok?
2. I've tidied my bedroom (my temporary one, anyway) over a thousand million times, not that you'd be able to tell. It's a serious mess.
3. I've loaded almost 500 songs onto my Mp3 Cube - the cutest thing ever, by the way - and despite this I'm nowhere near to having everything I want on there. And this is 500 songs even after painstakingly condensing my entire Kate Bush discography and the soundtracks to AVPM/S down to my absolute favourites.
4. I've met two new friends out here in Ireland who are successfully keeping me sane and getting me through what would otherwise have been a horrendously lonely last month.
5. I've been offered a lift on a dark road by a carful of strangers. I politely declined.
6. I've seen The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part I. Just... don't even.
7. I've become very excited over a new project by Kristina Horner and Hayley Hoover, and have already started my first draft of the short story I plan to submit. People seem to be getting themselves all steamed up over the fact that we won't be paid for the rights to our work - but for me this is simply the opportunity to actually work with Kristina and Hayley on something that I created. To have them care about a piece of work that came from me. I'm STOKED, you guys. This is so exciting.
8. I've very vaguely planned a project of my own, 'WriNoEighMo', which will hopefully take shape in the coming month and begin on January 1st, 2012.
9. I've had my second burrito from The Little Ass Burrito Bar in Rathmines, where the slogan is, "Looking for a burrito the size of a small child? You've come to the right place." Yes, I finished it. Yes, my jeans popped.
and 10 - (oh crap, I'd better think of a tenth because I can't have a list of nine things; this surely isn't permitted) - erm... I've seen and fangirl-sqeeed at the official trailer for The Hunger Games film. EXCIIIIIIIITED. I recommended the book to my dad, and he loved it so much that he purchased the rest of the series and is therefore currently way ahead of me. I am bitter.
That's whats happened this month. And stuff. I love you guys. I promise not to be quite so aloof in future; I shall return sometime next week. Ha. Daily? Ha.
lessthanthree
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Smiles.
HELLO!
Stuff's good.
I've met some new people, I've made some plans, I've done my nails and I'm having a Bruno Mars fest. I'm more cheerful than I've ever been in this country. Bring on the next two months.
That's all.
peaceoutgirlscout.
Stuff's good.
I've met some new people, I've made some plans, I've done my nails and I'm having a Bruno Mars fest. I'm more cheerful than I've ever been in this country. Bring on the next two months.
That's all.
peaceoutgirlscout.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Deep breath.
I've been a bit of a zombie since I got back to Dublin.
I don't think I wanted to accept that I've got to get on with the next two months and get through them - going home was amazing but it put me at a false start and now I've got to just get a grip, stand up, be brave and get through this.
Today is the first day I've felt any hint of motivation to write or create something - the things that I usually enjoy to do on a daily basis. But in the past few days, all I've wanted to do is sleep - I suppose because whilst I'm asleep I'm not really here. But this can't go on! I need to actually make use of my time here, and throw my rather stereotypically angsty teenage emotions at something constructive. So tomorrow morning, I'm going into the city, and I'll look around for maybe some craft materials, or something to use in my next video, or a big fat book, and stop moping around doing nothing. I need to snap out of this now, or the days will just drag on forever.
My foureigndames video this week was pitiful - I just could NOT be bothered. I'm surprised that I even posted one, because I waited all day to do it, and I knew I couldn't do my challenge any justice, and my webcam refuses to co-operate with unnatural light, which is why I always vlog in the daytime. But that's the last of the pointless videos - from now on, I'm going to make an effort every single day to create something (whether it be a vlog, a blog, a passage in my own novel or a craft) that's worth sharing with you. It'll also give me something to talk about aside from this temporarily humdrum day-to-day life of mine. Sigh. Right. ENOUGH!
BIG SMILE!
I'm going to let some light into this room, get showered and dressed, and go and DO STUFF. And then I'll be able to come back and talk about it, and feel a bit more positive. I hope you all have a happy and productive day. :)
lessthanthree
Days 'til I go home: 63
I don't think I wanted to accept that I've got to get on with the next two months and get through them - going home was amazing but it put me at a false start and now I've got to just get a grip, stand up, be brave and get through this.
Today is the first day I've felt any hint of motivation to write or create something - the things that I usually enjoy to do on a daily basis. But in the past few days, all I've wanted to do is sleep - I suppose because whilst I'm asleep I'm not really here. But this can't go on! I need to actually make use of my time here, and throw my rather stereotypically angsty teenage emotions at something constructive. So tomorrow morning, I'm going into the city, and I'll look around for maybe some craft materials, or something to use in my next video, or a big fat book, and stop moping around doing nothing. I need to snap out of this now, or the days will just drag on forever.
My foureigndames video this week was pitiful - I just could NOT be bothered. I'm surprised that I even posted one, because I waited all day to do it, and I knew I couldn't do my challenge any justice, and my webcam refuses to co-operate with unnatural light, which is why I always vlog in the daytime. But that's the last of the pointless videos - from now on, I'm going to make an effort every single day to create something (whether it be a vlog, a blog, a passage in my own novel or a craft) that's worth sharing with you. It'll also give me something to talk about aside from this temporarily humdrum day-to-day life of mine. Sigh. Right. ENOUGH!
BIG SMILE!
I'm going to let some light into this room, get showered and dressed, and go and DO STUFF. And then I'll be able to come back and talk about it, and feel a bit more positive. I hope you all have a happy and productive day. :)
lessthanthree
Days 'til I go home: 63
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
M'off 'ome.
So here's a mishmashkaboodle [What do you mean, SpellCheck? Of COURSE that's a real word!] of what's occurin' in my life at the moment.
I go home for the weekend the day after tomorrow. That means tomorrow I can say I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW. I am so stoked. I'm flying home on Friday at 6pm, and should land at five to seven. My dear grandma and unofficial chauffeur is picking me up from the airport (with her being the first loved one I'll have seen in almost two months, I may knock her over in excitement) and whizzing me straight to Frankie and Benny's for a meal with my friends. Probably not whizzing though. My gran's kinda slow at driving. So yeah, then it's friends and food from eight thirty - and I just know we're going to have such a laugh. It's a reunion for pretty much everyone, seeing as they've all been off doing their own thing. Most of my friends are at Uni, it's really just me and my best friend Jesamine that are the odd ones out (though some say we're just odd), with me sodding off overseas and her setting up an illustrating business. (Jesamine's thing is cool. Mine involves wiping noses and bottoms etc. Sigh.) So it'll be awesome to see the old gang again. It's kind of sad in a way though, because I know a few people aren't going to be able to make it due to distance (we're spread as far afield as Cambridge and Northampton) and that's a rather ominous foreshadowing of how little we're going to see each other over the next four years or so. But it's my firm belief that if we're determined enough, we'll stay as close as we ever were. And there's always those golden days of summer...
After dinner with my friends I'll be zooming home (HOME! FINALLY!!!!) in a good old taxi cab, and bouncing around, making a mess in my room for old times' sake and waiting very impatiently for my mum and dad to get home from the theatre. They're both in a stage adaptation of Open All Hours at the moment, with my dad playing the lead. How come my parents and my best friend do cool stuff and I wipe arses for a living? But I digress. I'll be home, and we'll be reunited, and it shall be AWESOME. Saturday night I'm going to the theatre with my family to see my parents' play - this is why I booked this weekend home, by the way - and breeze around in the theatre bar afterwards with good old Yorkshire people for a change.
Sunday (not that I want to think about Sunday yet; I don't really want it to get here) I'll be having a meal out with my parents and then heading back to the dreaded airport to get going on another two months here in Oirland. I'll just try to keep in mind that after THEY'RE over with, I'll be home for good, thank goodness.
Alors. That's a little plan of my next few days for you... I'm going to enjoy myself, take loads of photos and videos and not use the internet for the entire weekend - so that's where I'll be. :D
Tomorrow I'll be tidying my room and gathering together the stuff I need for Friday (my memory's like a sieve, I swear) so I'll see you on Monday probably. Which I hope doesn't come for a long long time!
Peaceoutgirlscout.
I go home for the weekend the day after tomorrow. That means tomorrow I can say I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW. I am so stoked. I'm flying home on Friday at 6pm, and should land at five to seven. My dear grandma and unofficial chauffeur is picking me up from the airport (with her being the first loved one I'll have seen in almost two months, I may knock her over in excitement) and whizzing me straight to Frankie and Benny's for a meal with my friends. Probably not whizzing though. My gran's kinda slow at driving. So yeah, then it's friends and food from eight thirty - and I just know we're going to have such a laugh. It's a reunion for pretty much everyone, seeing as they've all been off doing their own thing. Most of my friends are at Uni, it's really just me and my best friend Jesamine that are the odd ones out (though some say we're just odd), with me sodding off overseas and her setting up an illustrating business. (Jesamine's thing is cool. Mine involves wiping noses and bottoms etc. Sigh.) So it'll be awesome to see the old gang again. It's kind of sad in a way though, because I know a few people aren't going to be able to make it due to distance (we're spread as far afield as Cambridge and Northampton) and that's a rather ominous foreshadowing of how little we're going to see each other over the next four years or so. But it's my firm belief that if we're determined enough, we'll stay as close as we ever were. And there's always those golden days of summer...
After dinner with my friends I'll be zooming home (HOME! FINALLY!!!!) in a good old taxi cab, and bouncing around, making a mess in my room for old times' sake and waiting very impatiently for my mum and dad to get home from the theatre. They're both in a stage adaptation of Open All Hours at the moment, with my dad playing the lead. How come my parents and my best friend do cool stuff and I wipe arses for a living? But I digress. I'll be home, and we'll be reunited, and it shall be AWESOME. Saturday night I'm going to the theatre with my family to see my parents' play - this is why I booked this weekend home, by the way - and breeze around in the theatre bar afterwards with good old Yorkshire people for a change.
Sunday (not that I want to think about Sunday yet; I don't really want it to get here) I'll be having a meal out with my parents and then heading back to the dreaded airport to get going on another two months here in Oirland. I'll just try to keep in mind that after THEY'RE over with, I'll be home for good, thank goodness.
Alors. That's a little plan of my next few days for you... I'm going to enjoy myself, take loads of photos and videos and not use the internet for the entire weekend - so that's where I'll be. :D
Tomorrow I'll be tidying my room and gathering together the stuff I need for Friday (my memory's like a sieve, I swear) so I'll see you on Monday probably. Which I hope doesn't come for a long long time!
Peaceoutgirlscout.
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