Awwww, I'm pissing around lots. Although tomorrow I am going into DCU and quitting officially. My only worry is exactly how to word it formally -- what does one say? Well, it shouldn't be too bad.
Then John has requested my time after his first day of work as a dreaded charity money hound on the streets of Dublin. Though he's actually working in Blackrock tomorrow, strange, no? And Bray and Malahide the days afterwards... I think one eventually works their way in as you get more experience.
And then soon enough I shall be re-applying for the CAO. Who knows where I will go... I might try for somewhere in the North, or possibly one of my crazy courses in Trinity I had wanted to do. I'm rather thankful for my moderately high points. I'll have Babs as my CAO buddy anyway. I'm not entirely sure how evertying works... uh, we'll see.
I'm seeing a lot of possibilities anyway. Talking to Alison about going to Australia for a year or something of the like. I'd certainly enjoy something like that. I'd goto America except I'd prefer to wait until I'm 21. It'd be like being 16! AAAGH!
Ok, well, that's about it.
People really aren't updating anymore at all, it is a sad thing. I'd say people are busy, but isn't it the holidays? Perhaps that is precisely the reason people are busy. How very strange. I'd update a lot more except for the very fact that people aren't here, and also because I always have to use my sister's laptop now. It's our only source of internet! Though I shouldn't really complain.
We met up with Zack last night, 'twas quite entertaining though very tiresome and with all our drink, Alison and I were as sober as priests at the end of the night. We spent most of the night in Eamon Dorans, just the three of us because Babs had to sleep for her early work the next day. We spoke of many things... but the biggest spectacle was the random bogger who 'hit on' Alison. Zack was clearly peeved and kept trying to get rid of him, saying Alison was his girlfriend.
I was much the observer in all of this. Methinks Alison would not have survived without me, but I was still quite cruel at times. Embarrassingly so -- I would've knocked me out.
Going out tonight, as one must assume. I'm wearing my lovely black and purple netted dress type thing. The dress that is usually remembered for being only five euro. We don't know where we're going. Me and Alison are going to hang around quite early, meet up all the others later. I can't believe everything that happened since last New Year.
Hello children! Everyone's abandoned livejournal! I don't know whether it's because people are busy or are just hanging around elsewhere online. I know I haven't been online for about a week. But I'm using my sister's laptop now, in our apartment's living room.
We're watching Stars in Their Eyes. We had a nice dinner. We're leaving for the North tomorrow morning and staying Christmas night. I didn't get John anything and people are making me feel bad about it, though he acts like it'd be crazy for me to get him anything, so that's why I've resisted. He's got me a gramophyone!(sp?) A record player, whatever you wish to call it! I'm so excited. He was going to goto my house secretly when I was in work and set it up for me, but the shop closed before he could pick it up. And he rang my house to check that he could come over as well. Such a sweet plan, ruined by the horrible stingy antique shop man!
Anyway. I'll piss off now. I should be getting my computer soon. Yay!
Hello people, this is indeed my last night in the only home I've know... oh, sigh. Hehe, I'm not actually that sad. It's actually quite exciting. I like my new room, even though I'm sharing it with Anne Marie (until Damien moves out... which we hope he will XD). And moving helped me get rid of a lot of crap and get more organised! You know, I just realised, I wouldn't mind losing everything I owned. I probably wouldn't be able to throw everything away, but if it was out of my control I wouldn't mind. Strange.
Anyway, we visited the place tonight to drop some stuff off before the movers come tomorrow for the boxes. Found a Smirnoff Ice in the Freezer that was literally a block of ice. I let it melt and am now drinking it. It went off around the time I met John but how good is alcohol for you anyway? So yes, it's amazing I'm still online. Everything is being packed away, but my sister's computer is still intact. So here I am, on the floor with the keyboard on a suitcase and the mouse on the carpet.
We're giving Cody to a shelter, as every attempt we made to find her a home with someone we knew failed. In a way, it might be better. Unless she was with someone close to me, I wouldn't see her and I'd just resent the family she was with. This way I don't know where she is, but simply that she's probably happy XD Bless her, she disappeared today (probably in one of the attics) and ruined my dad's day apparently XD "Where's that fucking cat?"
There is a lot more work to do, I'm afraid. The little bits and pieces that all add up. Stepaside is very crazy. I don't think anyone realised how small a place it is! We drove through in a second, "Is this it?" It's kind of cool, I suppose. Even in its early days Dundrum was a pretty large village. Stepaside is a few pubs, a post office, police station, Spar and Pharmacy. I'm sure there's a few other things tucked away...
Getting the nitelink won't be as easy as I thought, too. Yeah, I'd get the 44, but it only goes as far as Sandyford, apparently. So I'd have to walk the rest of the way, which my parents won't let me do (even though I'm sure it's safe) unless I have John with me or something. They also say they'll pay for a Taxi from Dundrum, but that would annoy the hell out of me. But I suppose nights without John will have to end this way, unless I stay at someone else's house.
Alright, I'd better stop now. I got a letter from Kaoru today! She posted it to Fern Court too, cool XD It's cool getting mail there. We have a little mailbox in the lobby! Hehe. I'm pretty sure she hadn't got my letter before she sent that though, which is annoying, but I'll just write her another. I'll drop it down to the Stepaside post office.
It's weird knowing this is my last night here! Weird.
Aaaah. I had two numbers under Ciaran's name in my mobile, and they only differ by 2 numbers at the end. So stupid me, I forgot which one was actually my cousin Ciaran's number. So I always end sending the message to both numbers just in case. Eventually I deleted the number that clearly wasn't his, and was pleased with this.
However! Let us track the CRAZY conversation I get from the other number:
Crazy fecker: I love u so much im on a horn i need u
Crazy fecker: So dat means ul ride me wel hav red hot steamy sex by the way wat age ar ya and can u send me a picture i forgot how sexy u look
Me: Ah come now whats all this malarky about? Who are you?
Crazy Fecker: What the fuck is malarky im the lad u sent the message to
Me: What message? I must have mixed up a number or something. We dont know each other, lets continue on with our lives...
Crazy fecker: Not a chance my love send me dat picture beacuse me lad is startn to shrink
Me: No this is a freak accident, u aint gettin no picture boy! Now feck off with ye.
Crazy fecker: My life cant go on without u and dis is no acident its destiny.
Me: No it's either an accident or ur stalkin me. Now shoo! I'm sure there's a few willing females around u. Bother them some and leave me alone.
Crazy fecker: I cant my love and im bored of dem bitches i bet ur name lisha or sumtn long dem lines.
Me: No, my name is Ariel now let's end this dull game. I tire quickly of these ventures. Toodles.
Crazy fecker: My fone seems to be vibrating like an earthquake wich has stimulated my nut sak quik im bout to blow my load send dat picture if u wud like help.
Eh... no. I left it at that. This is a bizarre waste of my time. I could be... well, I could be doing *something* other than chastise some 16-year-old with my superior language skills. Bwah ha.
And you see, this is perfect example of why you didn't get a text back, Alison. THIS is what men do with their time.
Oh, I don't feel so bad. But a tad. I have all that packing to do, and even then my parents hate me for being a piece of crap. I'm oh so hungry but there's no food and I have no money, and I don't want to go downstairs anyway for fear of the wrath of dad.
I also refused the invitation to see Babs' new house, though I wasn't blowing people off for John, as suspected. I was in the process of shooing him away to pack because, as you've learned in the first paragraph, my parents' hate my lazing around.
There are so many things I have yet to do that I've been putting off, in some cases, for months.
Le sigh. But there is sunshine. I'm happy for Alison, and it's nice to know she thinks I'm responsible for her luck in love :) 'Twas an enjoyable night. After many dud men, we found a comfortable, clever and friendly triplet of guys in The Turk's Head. I acted as a 'wing man' while two fought over Alison before one won out XD After that place closed, we spent the rest of the night in Sin, where we got an ultra-violet stamp on our hand! ...well, I thought it was cool.
But ah well, even writing this is making me feel better. Maybe I'll sneak out for food. Sigh.
Oh, I feel like a drunken middle-aged trophy wife waiting for her husband to return home. You see, Alison's
And never before have I not been so insanely rushed and distressed about picking what to wear going out. And I know, you wouldn't expect it from me, would I? I guess I'm a perfectionist... stop sniggering! But anyway, it's nearly 11 now so Alison should be over soon enough in a taxi from her
Aaagh, she's coming early and I'm not ready! XD Lol.
Yeah, I say it was a day of errands, but I really only got my Passport pictures taken and got some forms from the Garda station. And I've scanned it in so you can stare at me and think how much better your passport picture is. I'm simply proud it turned out better than my previous attempt where I knew I looked a little bad, but Alison insisted I looked like a crusty moustached 40-year-old man, possibly of a different ethnicity also. Joy!
I had Pizza hut with Alison then and we recognised the guy working the kitchen as Kate's latest 'play thing' Andrew. We debated whether it was him or not, and watched his much retarded behaviour (you'd have to have seen it, but it was much amusing). I'm sure the waitresses thought we fancied Andrew and wanted a bit of the 'ol in out in out with him. Ya.
We were denied popcorn yet again this Monday, and we bought a bottle of wine so there IS NO WAY they can say it's because we didn't buy drinks. What is their problem? EVERYONE got popcorn except for us! And you know, it's not just about the popcorn, it's a matter of principle! Next time we may just ask. It's false advertising, I say! Fucking bastards. Next week is Punch Drunk Love, why do they hate us so?
I had John watch both Moulin Rouge and Being John Malkovich (really, he is quite deprived) and he enjoyed both. More the latter, of course, saying "I think this will be my favourite film". Yes, yes it will be.
I got terrible passport photos. And yes, I know everyone thinks theirs are terrible, but mine really are. My horrible spotty self is on display and in the first one I have my tongue out and dopey eyes! I didn't know they were taking the picture... But two of them are usable, I suppose. I can just laugh. Le sigh.
I felt incredibly sick today, so sick I had to leave John in town even though I had the opportunity to hang around and perhaps score free tickets for some UGC showing. 'Tis only cramps though, particularly bad ones I agree, but no need to worry as people do!
Anyway, I'm feeling rather down now so I will perhaps go walkies.