I've been feeling little lost. Town scares me. And I'm confused! I couldn't find my phone and I was ickly looking for it when there were about a million missed calls and messages. I just got out of bed! You see, I told Barbara yesterday I might pop into her today after her work (because I popped into her yesterday and I was shooed away), and suddenly it turned into a all out friendathon! Ach, I'll see 'em again this weekend I suppose.
HARRY POTTER TOMORROW!
I'm excited. I'm seeing it with Kate because Alison hates us. Or she wants to see it with her mother, whutever. Speaking of Alison hating me! She told me eagerly to ring her when I got home, and she rang me yesterday when I was at John's, and so I was thinking, "Gee golly, I better ring Alison!".
And so I did. And her house phone went straight to the answering machine. Ok, don't get downheartened, Laura -- ring her mobile! SO I DID. And her mother answers, "Alison's phone." I feebly said, "Alison?" thinking Alison was just being silly (even though it was in a very sombre voice... though I thought she was making fun of me and my voicemail message). So anyway, Alison was got, but I could hear she was having another conversation!
Then... then... then she told me she'd get back to me! Like I was some college dean or Domino's staff she was trying to blow off! She didn't even recognise me! Well, well, fuck you Alison! ...and please ring me when you can *cowers crying*
I won't make this too long! My mother thought I should treat myself to getting my hair and make-up done professionally, so I did. The curls were scary at the start, being very tight and making me too little bo peep-ish. But they loosened, so it was ok. The make-up was dandy, though it at first made John wary of kissing my toxic saturated face *cries* It was a full house anyway, with the family as well as Laura and Sharon. Poor John suffered at the hands of my Dad and Damien's friend Robert, though he put on a brave face! Though Robert embarrassed himself more than John, as Anne Marie said. Old lady neighbour popped by and gushed over me before hilariously saying to Anne Marie, "Don't worry, every dog has its day." XD
Off to the school, though we were early and returned again. Me and John calmed and watched TV before heading out again. Saw Laura B. and chatted before seeing a girl come out of a car in Alison's dress and I thought, "Oh my god, Alison's going to die." before remembering I'm stupid and that it WAS Alison. The bus ride was usual. Didn't talk very much, was extraordinarily hungry. I worried about Alison having awkward conversation but seemed to be interrupting something whenever I tried to help and almost had awkward conversation ourselves! Yikes!
Arrived. We could see it was going to be a fancy do. We DID do a lot of pointless wandering. Saw people's dresses and chatted to a few people (I'm not the social bee Alison is ^_^). Lisa pounced on me and John told me he was amazed at how fast she spoke. Did the walk down the aisle of pathetic parents (aww, they didn't get a good turn out, eh?) and received m'ring. Mr Cox: "No more Conlons, are there?" Me: "*weak laugh* Heh, no..." Walk away. Watched everyone else. Some falls and patronising clappage for Kirsty because she hadn't a escort. Then...
DINNER! The food was amazing. I enjoyed everything, I'm almost disappointed I got full! Again, 'twas not a social bee for the evening, though I did a lot of dancing. Talked in the toilets to Liz who I drunkenly told I got my dress in A-wear :/ Duh. A few people complimented me on my dress anyway, which pleased my vain self. Go on the vintage! I was also told in the toilets about Notre Dame's latest dramatic offering, Joan of Arc. Apparently the girls have to stuff their bras to get proper cleavage for the costumes. Aaaah!
John was one of the first to rid himself of the restraining dicky bow and jacket, bless. The dancing was all fun, dancing with Babs (who tried to make John jealous... away, drunken Babs, away!), and Kate and Alison. When the DJ came on the music got bad and I had a stroll with John where we saw rabbits! We sat on a bench beside a light that kept turning on and off, someone was playing with us... Eventually there came a few rockish songs that pleased me. Even danced with John on an almost empty dancefloor to COUNTING CROWS! Yes, yes. Made - my - evening.
They played Mr. Jones!Sure, they cut it off before the end, but I was teeming with joy. I was mouthing every word, I must have looked insane. Poor thing has to put up with me.
Anyway, I'm noticing that this is getting very long. Was relatively sober at the end of the evening. Enjoyed Alison's crazy gettings-up-tos at the back of the bus. The conversations... oh, the crazy conversations. John is thinking of cutting his hair now! (er, not really, are you crazy?) Tried to hide from her in order to kiss John. But I love her, of course! Anyway, off the bus and we walked home (bwahaha! I love my house) in our attire. Stayed up late watching TV before sleeping. Cinema next day! Way hay!
That WAS quite long, wasn't it? I suppose it's impossible to shorten it. Damn.
I feel like watching loads of Prom films, though, no, because the Debs will most likely be a good deal different to any projection of an American Prom. From what one hears, it seems to be a piss-up in bow-ties and corsages. Sounds dandy.
I had a grand day with Kate and Alison. We chatted and watched much of Dogtanian (and really warped the meaning of the poor show). After Kate left Alison and I watched Star Wars: A New Hope and learned not only all of Aunt Beru's lines, but *also* Obi Wan's explanation of The Force to Luke.
YES YES. WE ROCK. I hope that helps to explain Alison's entry and my reply, anyway ^_^
Anyway. I am all alone in the house now. Simply looking forward to the Debs. I have both a hair and make-up appointment booked for tomorrow. Yeah, I'm one of those people. Suck it. I never thought I'd put so much effort into it, but my mum insisted and I suppose I just have to sit there. I have no real moral objections, anyway.
I think John's coming over relatively early and hanging out, bless him. I should only be gone for an hour or so and once he's here he can't escape anyway! Bwahaha. Hell, he can sit and watch TV or a film. And you know, I normally adore the rain, but when it has the potential to entirely destroy my appearance on a night driven by appearance, maybe I'll use some kind of cover. Because I'm guessing velvet doesn't take too well to gallons of water.
Oh my god, I'm going to watch Carrie! Of course!
Mmm. I went to Pravda's film night with John. They were supposed to be showing Heavenly Creatures -- a brilliant film about intense friendship gone very dark, with Kate Winslet and the dark-haired girl from Shattered Glass that intrigued me in my younger years. I also only recently discovered that it was directed and co-written by Peter Jackson.
But oh no.
We got, instead, The Spanish Prisoner.
It took about an hour to get into the film. It was the kind of film I know I'd watch for a minute or two on TV before flicking. It had the worst dialogue. Ever. Laughably bad. The whole thing was laughably bad. Lucky it had Steve Martin. I suppose the mystery element of it wasn't so bad, one was quite intrigued and interested and surprised, blah blah blah. But no. I was very disappointed and unsatisfied.
We didn't even get our free popcorn. It might have been because we were well in the corner and not seen, but there wasn't that many people there! I assume it was because we hadn't bought any drinks and they were being snobby. It DOES say 'Free Popcorn'. Bastards.
Heh. Probably not. I've just been spending a lot of time out there. I think it's more that I like being at other people's houses. Alison's, Kate's, Siobhan's, Barbara's, John's (house, that is)! I've always preferred being the guest rather than the hostess. It's just more exciting that way, and I feel at home anyway. Is everyone like this?
Anyway, I saw Zorro II -- was much like I expected it to be. Rather liked the French villain, Mmm :) I also watched The Field -- a fantabulous fantastic film! I absolutely loved it. So brilliant and passionate and deep. *faints* I rather think it owes a lot to Keane, but of course it needed the wonderful medium of film to bring alive as well, m'darling. Like the falling cows... oh, wonderful. See it! See it also for a young and loverly Sean Bean.
When I got home today I was whisked away to a little restaurant tucked away off Dundrum main street. 'Twas Cape Cafe and we discussed many things, my parents and I. The early bird special is quite cheap and you get a thousand courses, huzzah!
[boring boyfriend talk turn away now] Nah, I'm kidding. I'm just happy he's back. So no, enough! You know how it is.
Flightplan is STILL not out! I am so utterly distressed. I - just - want - to - see - the - Gaard. It is incredibly unfair that I have to wait this long while everyone else is ranting on about how the film is shite but he makes it oh so beautiful. Mmmm.
I think I'll just watch Kinsey for the "Would you like to?" or Shattered Glass for the Gaard's anger or leather jacket. Mmmm.
The whole concept of cheating is puzzling. Incredibly so. I would discuss, but music is blasting into my brain and I can't concentrate. The thing is that there is no absolute right or wrong when it comes down to it. Especially when you are the ruler of what happens. Sometimes, if external factors are absent, it completely depends on what you decide in your head to be right or wrong. Your own conscience decides your fate. If you love someone, you don't want to hurt them -- but if guilt is absent or endured, they can be ignorant and unhurt.
My granny and aunt are down. But soon I am getting a lift to Alison's to keep her company (because it's cold and rainy and I'm lazy). Ta ra!
Uh, I hate college. I hate getting up for it and the stupid people. And blah.
Alison might hate me, but we saw Brian O'Driscoll yesterday in Habitat. We followed him around in awe, and in a very stalkerish way. "Yes, what a devine toilet brush." He looked like a teenager, really, in a grey hoodie and jeans and being surprisingly small! He was with another normal guy, but neither of us being rugby fans, he could have been famous and we wouldn't know (I like to think I saw them holding hands on the escalator, he he).
I would have got his autograph for you, but I thought there was no real need because you'll be getting that at the book signing anyway -- WHEN YOU MEET HIM!
Anyway, we met up with Babs and just played pool where John was the annoying pro and in love with Babs' pool table. Before going out, me and John got an uber-cheap-vinegar bottle of wine while Babs got drunk on Red Bull and vodka. And we were forced to watch a crappy Eurovision top song thing by Barbara (ABBA won!) before John couldn't take it anymore.
'Twas a good night. John survived The George, and we wandered to Fitzsimon's and The Turk's Head. Free drink from Spanish people, yay! We walked Babs to Harold's Cross where I got a beautiful blister because I borrowed her boots (even though they're flat -- they're really thin!). I ended up missing my nitelink, but John's stayed later so I got his and stayed over.
Saw Thumbsucker (which you should know if you know Kate!) and I saw that it was good. Funny, original and deep. Quirky, if you will. Keanu Reeves is good in it. And the kid looks like Tilda Swinton, which is excellent. We saw it at the IFI. I told John they were looking for Bar Staff and he's going to try for it! This is a good thing.
I stayed over at John's last night. 'Twas a fun night. We watched Challenge TV (anyone who has digital, be prepared to watch Catchphrase!), and films: Stir of Echoes and The Cell -- both films I've seen and wanted him to see (I have to stop doing that with people).
We also got lovely Chinese and I drank so much Coke my stomach hurt (I'm so self-destructive, yes) so then I needed some milk. His mother's colourful and his sister and I forced John to watch Wife Swap, which turned out to be one of the juciest episodes ever! A lot of wholesome kiddy fun was had in those 24+ hours.
And yes, weirdness. Strangeness. I feel a little empty, perhaps I am worn out. Perhaps it's all this crazy change. I think... there's very little that familiar anymore. It's exciting in a way, I suppose. But. Disorientating.
We bought our apartment in Stepaside. Don't diss it! It's nice and you should all come and see it some time (if you can manage to get out here!). If I get the bedroom I want, I'll have a cool balcony with a hyper-beautiful view. The bedroom thing is all a little crazy. Alas.
And we have to give up Cody. I want to give her to one of you guys, if you'll have her :(
I'm still a little anxious (see the kitty) about tomorrow's presentation, but not as much. I wrote out a three page essay *cough* I mean, uh, speech on Rousseau which will suffice to be read aloud. Fuck how bored the class will be. One can only do so much with the material given. Heh heh. I simply cannot wait until it is done. There will be much celebration.
I won't see John until Wednesday because today Rousseau was the only man in my life (and perhaps Diderot, and Marx and some of Voltaire's hot bod, of course), and tomorrow I'm visiting Alison with Barbara. It's better to spend time apart sometimes. On Sunday we went to the Hellfire club which was very popular with kids and... well, all of Dublin, it seemed.
But anyway. I have blessed you with a few photographs of our return journey because I hadn't even thought of the camera until then.
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Ok, well I'm not that nervous little kitty, calm down. *changes the kitty to 'stressed' instead* There, that's better. I do have to prepare my part of the presentation for Tuesday, you see. Luckily I only have to talk for under 5 min because there's 6 of us doing it, but I'm still nervous as hell. Our boy Piers did a bafflingly good flash for us though. I thank the lord his name begins with a 'D' and is thus in my group.
College is strange, people are actually intelligent, hard-working, dedicated people. What the hell?
Anyway, John met the parents. Strangely, the little they did talk to him, it was about EastEnders.
Yeah, I know.
But it all went well. My parents went out for a drink and left us to Shattered Glass and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. But we missed the very end of the latter to catch the last Luas (even though we needn't have) -- which is terrible -- it's the best part! Well, it's good.
So I accompanied him into town and we wandered 'til the Nitelink at 4. It wasn't cold at all, just perfect.
But alas, work today.