you're a wardens pet, she's a screaming suffragette

Settling in

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 13:07:51 GMT

It's weird that I've been here for a month, The Refuseniks are having a practice today, we don't have a confirmed line-up cause there's about three guys who want to do bass but it's gonna be two guitarist this time round as well as Zac who will play when it suits but it means he can concentrate on being a front man (which is what he does best).

I feel like I've literally being going out on the piss for four weeks and come to think of it, except for the two days in Ireland and one or two quiet evenings (literally one or two) we have been out every night, it's just so hard not to!

I do miss my cork friends though, as we're socializing with mostly people who know Zac as he gets back in touch with his old friends it's hard not to think I'm being labeled as "the girlfriend" instead of being taken on my own merit. Seeing as I avoided serious relationships like the plague for a long time I'm not used to it, even after TEN MONTHS!!! I just hope people can see that I'm my own person two and not a five second introduction.

It's sad being away for things like friends birthdays (happy birthday jane!) but I'll get used to it, i'll adapt. I miss my best friend the most of course, I miss hour long phone calls about nothing, shopping for nothing and buying everything even though I keep saying I'm broke - I miss going out with her and going to the bar for her cause she's so damn shy sometimes i want to kill and hug her at the same time.

elle xxx

so this is how things are

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 16:11:14 GMT

So we're nice and settled in our apratment now, we've even ordered a Sofabed out of the argos catalogue for £200 (so grown up!). I must take some pics and put them up soon.
It feels like I've been on the piss constantly since we got here, a day trip to Ireland only served to put me to sleep for two days. I don't really travel well - it tires me out for at least a day so doing it one day after another just f**ked me up completley. I literally got up at half one the day after we got back, fell asleep on the bed at half four and got up again at seven to go out and felt wrecked the whole time I was out.
Have met about a million people who's names I constantly forget but seem to be making some lovely friends too.
This isn't a very interesting post so I shall endeavour to do more interesting things.

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 08:39:31 GMT

Famous people are everywhere, there was Amy Winehouse at the weekend, yesterday we saw Peanut from the Kaiser Chiefs on Oxford stree and I spotted Mark Ronson on the Tube trying to hide his face behind a newspaper.
Gotta call this lady at the Dole office and pretend a load of stuff which I hate but hopefully it can be pulled off.

I've got nothing to lose thats for sure. Then I'm gonna sign on over here to get some income (no matter how small) and try and figure out my life. Funnily enough Zac and my roles seem to have switched in respects to purpose and direction. When we were in Ireland I was always working towards this (moving to london) and he was sort of thrown by the fact that when he got here he'd have to put a whole new band together. Now he's quite focused and I don't know what I'm doing. It sort of worries me but it's nice to take a break.

I only just woke up, didn't have a choice since a car on the street kept beeping its horn right outside the window. So now I'm up, gotta get some stuff done i guess.

elle xxx

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 12:14:00 GMT

So we got the apartment, hurrah, gonna move in on Saturday. Zac is just now at the band putting in the deposit, scarry stuff. I'm looking forward to having a place to call my own and my own bed , staying on a fold out couch bed is doing my back in and the sun shining in the windows very early in the morning is fucking up my sleep.

Other than that went to see our friends band WWJD last night in Dublin castle which was brilliant, got really pissed after and met another shitload of people who's names i will never remember.

Oh well, hope zac come back with lucozade soon.

elle xxx

Home/Less?

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 23:06:54 GMT

I may have a flat, not sure, the guy hasn't emailed back yet after assuring us we had first preferance but he was cool and hopefully it will all be sorted tomorrow.
So now I'm sitting on the couch at close to midnight eating cereal (which is some weird cereal that is a mix of every other cereal you or I have ever eaten in our whole entire lives in one box.) and watching Ricky Gervais Animals Live. We have the DVD but it just happens to be on Tv, pure bliss.

Leslie has assured us despite our fears that we are not in anyones way and are welcome to stay for as long as it takes for us to get a place and not just to take the first one we see. I kinda fell a little forced into this as Zac's not bothered looking at anything else but I'd at least like to try another few viewing. I like the place and it is only for three months so if we don't like it we won't have to deal with it for long. Oh and get this, it's Three doors down from the Bar Fly. Yeah it's on Chalk Farm Road in Camden, shopping galore, close to everything. We'll even be able to walk to London City Centre if we need to and close to loads of venues which is good for zac.

Also went to London Zoo today and for the bits where it wasn't lashing rain (that's when we did the aquarium and the reptile house) it was nice and sunny so we saw Tigers, Lions and Gorillas, lots of lovely animals.

Wrecked now. Going to Cuddle Zac.

elle xxx

Can't sleep, don't sleep

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 01:59:39 GMT

Gah, I really did mean to keep this journal up and running but failed miserably.I think i've just moved so far past LJ that I tend to forget to check it or post till it's been a month and then some since my last post and I am of course filled with regret.
I do love the thing, i like reading back on the good and the bad and even the indifferent because we all forget details unless they are written down sometimes.
The reason I am actually posting is because I can't sleep and the computer is my only companion as my darling Zachery has succumbed to the spell of Morpheus without me. How mean!

So anyway we are in London and staying with our friend Leslie for a few days while we house hunt, which hasn't been going too well but we did waste a day looking around Acton before consulting with a friend who believe it or not has generously offered to go thirds on rent so he can have a base in London. Seeing as he only comes to London once every two or three weeks its' not a bad deal and we love him so it's not a problem. Plus it means we can look for a place on our own. We're looking at some studio apartments tomorrow so hopefully it'll all go well and we'll have a place in a couple of days.
I do think that it's just a desire on his behalf to give us a helping hand , he is a good friend.

So after that we're focusing on Camden and well it was the weekend by then so we went out on Friday night and that continued till early Sunday morning (oops) but at least I got to see Amy Winehouse in the flesh. She's so tiny and her hair was even bigger than usual. I was kinda annoyed at all the sycophantic people literally queuing up to buy her a drink (like she can't afford it) or needed it.

It's a pity, i would like to go and say hello but I'm just not into walking up to strangers just cause they're famous , I'm not even that big a fan. I think it's just sometimes you see someone that you see in the papers pretty much every day and it's almost as if a part of your brain thinks you know them. I did actually talk to her though as she was opening the door of the loo just as I was walking in and she said sorry to me as she made her way past as you do , I did likewise but it was just weird.

That day turned into a weird drunken mess but a fun one. I guess we still sort of feel like we're on Holidays not coming here to live. That feeling does sort of make you more easygoing about going out and getting plastered because you don't think of the consequences of missing a whole day then next day. Lucky it was a sunday and no ones showing houses today so we've recovered in time to start the week anew.

I think I'll lie down for a while and see if I fall asleep.
There's probably so much hungover/overtired induced bad grammar up there I can't bear to re-read.
elle xxx

New York NEW YORK

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 12:26:43 GMT

It's a helluva town, or at least that was my impression the last time I was there , which was fricking ages ago and a very short visit at that. Seemingly I am being presented with a trip there as part of The Refuseniks (Zac's Band) entourage. Our friend Ben just offered to fly us over there and is going to organize a few gigs for the guys. How staggeringly generous. More details to come but I think we're flying the 15th and coming back the 23rd. This will push back the move to London till the end of the month I think but it's worth it for a free trip to New York.

Other than that Zac and i spent all day yesterday cleaning the flat from top to bottom, it's brilliant , almost like a whole other flat. It's so lovely with all the guitars (counting six at the moment) lined up against one wall, the carpet isn't so sticky , nor does it smell of cigarette ash so much. We have resolved (for our own sanity) to discourage so many parties here, or at least keep the numbers down. We're totally wrecked now as we had to get in early to meet the new apartment management company (the other reason for the big tidy-up) , who of course were late. It's a fecking miserable irish day outside but at least my mum is coming in to meet me so I'm getting a free nice lunch and meeting up with Teruhiko and her mum.

I think I'll have a cup of tea which is ~~mandatory~~ traditional in Ireland when you have any free five minutes to spare.

Livejournal: Ressurection (this time it's personal)

Sat, 05 Jan 2008 19:27:08 GMT

So I haven't put anything on here in f-ing ages and I have been willfully encouraged by the loverly Alissa to start it up again so here I go.
Since I last posted an entry I have:
Finished another College course and now have two qualifications to my name.
Moved house and am now living in a lovely apartment in the city centre.
Started a clubnight called Sophisticated Boom Boom in The Crane Lane Theatre
Called in sick to work tonight cause I just couldn't be bothered.
Gone to Paris for the first time.
Found the love of my life and agreed to marry him on top of the eiffel tower.
Decided to move to London in the Summer.

Thats all I can think of off the top of my head. Oh and i've also become totally addicted to 24 as my boyfriend (Zachery) has all the box-sets . I think I'll go watch some now, only seven episodes left of season four (I'm on the edge of my seat!).

And we were living together and there was another guy and it was this big mad epic and oh the laughs

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 20:42:21 GMT

Now then where was I ? Needing a job and a place to live right?
Well I moved out like a week ago, was just too lazy to post about it, no job as of yet. I did to a trial day at wagamamas and got some free wagamamas food so who knows the job might be sorted too. I'll be pessemistic until further notice though, things always turn out better that way.

Went out last night on no money, well I went out for one drink and sort of ended up making a night of it. Drinks were bought for me , I had no choice in the matter. Felt really lousy when that Ray guy told me how much he "really liked me" even though I'd known him for a night and had to put him down right there and then. Poor guy even paid a taxi to go away so he could have the time to tell me - gee thanks for making me feel like a gigantic bitch but what am I gonna do?

You'd think he would have gotten the message when I delayed departure from the brog to give my number to a random (christ I've no shame), he told me his name but for the life of me I can't remember.

I really should be working on the script but I'm having a weird day, had to scare away prospective new housemates who called round with my aloofness and my this is a quiet house/this is a loud house attitude depending on what the people were like. I'll get back to the film in a while, might go for a wander into town for a bit, see who's about. I'm more casting person at the mo anyway - like getting Crazy Jazz Man (otherwise known as Gary) to agree to appear in it.

Find me and follow me...

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 22:23:21 GMT

So, still no job (very depressing for the old wallet) and no place to live, but that’ll soon be sorted hopefully. Spent today taking it easy, catching up on my reading and sunning myself – very nice. Must head into town tomorrow, meet up with Iva to discuss all things film, well our film anyway. I was supposed to type some stuff up but woops I forgot but no matter.

Must also invest in a birthday present for Mr.Moloney, hopefully he’ll accompany me to this Saturday Social thing that Mark invited me to as I don’t want to walk in on just all of Marks friends. Well I could and I probably would but it would still be nice to have someone else there that I know besides Mark and Marks girlfriend (who I’ve only really met twice I think).

It’s funny; I keep thinking about people and then meeting them at random. It’s happened to me three or four times in the last week or so. The other day I saw some sound guys at work and thought about one of the sound guys I worked on the film with cause we have a friend in common who was in a big accident recently and I wondered if he’d heard. I turn the corner onto Winthrop street and there he was, how strange.

I must be developing latent psychic abilities.

It's too hot to do anything except sleep and I can't even do that...

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 23:26:27 GMT

So the poster got finished, and then I get emails the next day from the producer and director, saying they need to change something, especially the fact that the lead has a stage name that no one told me about! Argh! So I don't get this email till late last night and they're asking me to send the original Photoshop document so they can change it themselves.

At this point I really want to grab them and shake them (luckily for them they're in Manchester) cause I've explained time and time again about sizes and sending stuff over the Internet. The original file was something like 46 MB and that was me trying to keep it small. So I go to loads of trouble to send them another version on my own crappy internet which takes about three quarters of an hour and then I get an email this morning saying that they'd only just gotten my email and it's ok they fixed the problem. Haven't these people ever heard of phones?

I can't hold it against them though, their exhibition is Friday so I know how stressed they must be, but really, asking someone in Ireland to design something at the very last minute was a really bad idea. Especially seeing as I was over with them for about ten days and we never once discussed design work, even though I brought it up once or twice.

I'm not bitching really, I think I'm of the persuasion of looking back and laughing. Worst organization ever, but bless em.

My head is killing me; I've been getting no sleep again lately thanks to the heat. Well in general I can be a bit of an insomniac but the heat just makes it worse. I think I must be cold-blooded.

Must try and get some sleep tonight though, am meeting Iva, a girl from my Multimedia course to help her write a film script for a film we're going to shoot with Rupert (a lecturer and how I got the film work experience) during the summer. Something about a guy needing to find a hundred lighters, she's Serbian and arty so it should be interesting. Then in the evening I'm going to dreamweaver-up Mr.Moloney so he can update Looseville himself for a change. Then I have to get home somehow (I hate buses, well I hate that bus anyway).

I think I'll just go to bed from Friday to Sunday then, I deserve a rest. Still no job, eep! Must fix that and find a place to live. Don't tell me I don't have goals.

The end is nigh...

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 19:57:13 GMT

Finally seem to be making some headway in the poster situation. Have relocated to my brothers apartment for one night only and am emailing roughs back and forth with Emma.Why is it when you tell people that you're not an illustrator and explain this to them in detail they still come back with 'oh but can you make it look more.. drawn?" Someone acutally asked me if there was a filter in Photoshop that made things look painted, sigh, I wish.

I just don't get why they need a photo of Tam (the lead in there) this isn't even going to be the proper poster, just the one they're using for the exhibition. God - non design people eh?

Wish I didn't watch that Viva Blackpool thingy last night, it seemed to take from the original, I shall endeavour to purge it from my memory.

Deadlines are fun

Sat, 10 Jun 2006 22:19:28 GMT

Turns out the guys have to have this poster by tomorrow, which is fine, I can work with that. Unfortunatley we had a thunderstorm last night so I couldn't get online to retrieve any images. Then we found out the phone is bust and it took us a while to figure out that it was just the phone so I'm only just after getting online.
Now we have a pretty crappy connection usually but it seems to be even worse now. So here's me trying to download images that have been emailed to my gmail account and if I try to view them they won't load, then if I try to download them they're only partially downloading.
This is such a nightmare!

Edit: Argh! - nothing is working out!

screams calling....... LONDON!!!

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 00:12:36 GMT

I know I meant to make a go at this journal thing again but hey I've been busy, it's a pity though cause I like reading back on old posts. Then again if I really wanted to make a proper journal I'd do it by hand - I'm hardly on the net these days (I have plenty to do besides).

Well, Manchester was good, lots of cool things to be seen - particularly the Lancaster Bomber and actually getting to go inside the Dakota. Got to travel all over the place, saw plenty of Manchester and went over to Kirkby in Lincolnshire for the Lancaster and up to York for the last two days. The Dance Hall scene was lots of fun too, so many people in 1940's gear and having a laugh. It was so strange though; when I got home I found this postcard with two people in 1940's gear dancing and it was the couple that were teaching the extras how to dance for our film.

Didn't get to go out properly in Manchester which was a pity, went out on the town in York with some of the crew and somehow managed to drink four guys under the table, not to say that I'm a heavy drinker or anything but these McCarthy- Morroghs get pissed on half a glass of wine and do they ever get loose lipped after a few. Lucky for them I'm a trustworthy girl with morals so I won't breath a word (well not much anyway), besides I probably said one or two things towards the end of the night but they were plastered anyway so no matter.

When I got back to Ireland I had so much bloody work to do though, I really shot myself in the bloody foot there. I got it all done in the end, I hope, too late now and as far as I know I passed the year (it's the kind of place where they're likely to tell you that you're about to fail). Now I'm just kicking back, while I can, have been handing out a billion fecking C.V's trying to land some summer work while I decide whether or not to do the second year of my course.

Don't really have any other plans for the rest of the summer - work and travel perhaps? While I was in Manchester I had this idea to come back with a friend for a Jamie T gig (which I would adore- Jamie T is cuddly © - and seeing as I had friends with whom we could crash) and then it developed into lets travel about the place as well, and then into a short trip to London (which I would also adore, my last trip was three days and that was so not enough). I had almost bought the bloody Jamie T tickets the other day as a surprise for my friend (but the website wouldn't work for me - fate I guess) cause then I was unapologetically dropped from said friends plans. I wouldn't even be so bothered about it if I had been given a chance to talk it over instead of just being told in a round about way (and not even to my face, let alone on the phone or anything so personal) "oh you're not coming to London, but if you still want to spend all that money coming to Manchester for a gig I'll still go with you but I'm going to piss off the next day down to London for a grand ole time (enter list of fun things to do in London), you can do what you like". Like I'm going to spend my own (hardly there) money just to be a fucking chaperone.

Anyway enough bad thoughts - would still love to go over to Manchester when the guys exhibition is so near, for which I am designing a poster for ATA Girl (our beloved film), it would be great to go over for it on the 16th but it's so close - time is very much not on my side - perhaps I could even check out Jamie T? and of course see the final edit of ATA Girl. It's just a pipe dream though - I do actually live in the real world and have to get a job badly, especially if I want to do second year. I might travel at the end of the summer - do a bit of interailing maybe, plenty of people have invited me to join ever expanding groups. I'll just do what I always do and make it up as I go along.

giggles and the laughter....oh I'm plastered

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 23:25:11 GMT

It’s that time of year again, beautiful weather, no shoes so of course I’ve loads of assignments to do. I think it’s called the leaving cert rule by physicists , the rate of sunshine is proportional to the amount of people who have to stay indoors doing work Q.E.D.

I of course am still technically on my Easter break but am being a good girl and trying to finish everything before I have to go to Manchester for filming. Saturday feels like an age away but I’ve so much to do before now and then cause I’ll only have about four days when I get back to finish all my work before the final deadline.

Plus the director and producer asked me to submit some ideas for the film title graphics, to which I really want to start doing but can’t cause I know it’ll be a lot more fun than my college work. I don’t really mind the assignments it’s just that you have to write up every single thing you do, blow by blow, it’s really getting on my nerves.

People keep asking me what I’m doing for the summer in a round about way of asking me am I ever going to call the college thing a day and get a fucking job, pssh forget them, I’m going to festivals and what not and the rest I’m going to make up as I go along, I mean it’s worked so far hasn’t it (don’t answer that).

livejournal ... the long awaited update

Tue, 18 Apr 2006 23:04:50 GMT

Is it dead? Is it gone? is it not coming back?

well obviously it is if I'm typing this. What's it been? three , four months? ah well no time like the present to catch up in as little typing as possible.

Let's see, christmas and new years, all good there. Been to a few gigs, namely Belle and Sebastian (where me and stuart had a moment), the Rakes (where we got to live out a lifelong dream of watching from the side of the stage after I made friends with one of the roadies, and of course we partied with the band after wards). Just recently there was Morrisey and Babyshambles, both making me wish I wasn't so small in stature and putting my hate of people in general up a notch.

I had a birthday in which I turned 22, got presents (three of were concert tickets, people know what I like).

Other than that it's just college and me trying to figure out my life and that. I have a great opportunity to go to Manchester for a few days to help out on a films set so that'll be fun, might even lead to some paid work.

And that's it, I will endeavor to update this more.

Tue, 22 Nov 2005 14:07:15 GMT

Argh, my LJ has down down the tube a bit hasn't it, well November was all good, went to Bloc Party in the Olympia and met some of the lads (from the band that is) after, which was nice. Also went to Franz in the Point and had great luck when we ended up bumping into the Rakes outside a pub, life altering experience ensued

The gig last night in the Point Depot was excellent (despite being tenderized in the pit for several hours),managed to get a spot at the barrier on Bob's side and had an A4 pad on which we wrote many notes to the lads including something “as gaelige” which we had to translate (what we actually said is “You are all beautiful men”) and of course “Slacken_Ties – Irish Division” which got a bit of a laugh from Alex while he was singing the end of Matinee, sorry Alex.

Anyway gig over we decided to go into Eamonn Doran’s cause the Rakes were playing a DJ set there so we grabbed a Taxi back to Temple Bar and when we get out who should be getting out of the Taxi behind us but The Rakes, who were lovely and who got us past the queue and down into the sort of VIP area and we were chatting to Rake members (Jamie kept trying on my hat) and the Bassist from the Editors.

Anyway to cut a long story short Alex and Nick turned up, Nick recognized me (he pointed at me and half shouted "Hey! I know you"), I think because I was the one holding up all the signs all night and we got chatting although more so to Alex. Nick was running around the place dancing with Lasse from the Rakes and putting on a Cork accent pretending he was from Skibbereen (a town in Cork). It was great, we asked Alex about the food competition (one of our banners was “How was the Fondue” and I had to explain) he remembered and assured us that they did have a fondue and they had a good laugh at our Fon-Do's/Fon-Don'ts email.

Other topics included bitching about the lead singer from Maroon 5,how tall we all were and how Nick was the shortest in the band and was sensitive about it,the Irish language, could he speak Scots Gaelic, Crispy Seaweed and where to get it and my hat which was very popular that night. I also gave him an FCA (Irish Reserve Army) badge which just happens to have the letters FF on it. We also had a good laugh at my last banner which was “Alex, is that an inhaler in your pocket or are you just happy to see us” which Bob found highly amusing and Alex commented afterwards “I think it was a little of both”.

Also had a chance to have a quick chat with Parker who was surprised to hear we knew who he was, he kept talking about places he’d been to in Cork (where we’re from) although we were mostly guessing because his directions were “it’s across the river from the main part and down this wiggly street *with hand movements to demonstrate how wiggly it is* and the seats are really steep and it’s a bit small”.

Anyway, good time was had by all, I’m sure teruhiko or copy will add to this cause they were there with me. I’m very tired after a four-ish hour drive and I have work tomorrow but will post some pics from the concert soon. Unfortunately didn’t get any pics with Alex or Nick, it would have felt weird to ask them cause we were standing around chatting and drinking, oh well.

Why do these things happen to me?

Wed, 05 Oct 2005 13:00:57 GMT

I have fifteen minutes before my Multimedia Lecture so I thought I'd use the time wisely and update. So like I said in my last post I had been minding my brothers’ apartment and it was all going swimmingly? Well I was almost swimming in it on Thursday after the washing machine flooded the place while I was out. Not only did it get into every room, destroy the carpets & couches, possibly get into the walls and wreck a few cd's & books but it's after ruining the apartment below it as well. It's a disaster, what we think happened is that while I was out the machine kept filling the tank, blew the door open and then kept trying to fill itself up, when I got in there was water literally spewing onto the floor. I called Julie (to whom I am eternally grateful) over and her, me and mum were literally scooping water off the floor until the carpet cleaner got there at 8 and then he managed to suck up about 50 gallons of water off the floor. The worst thing was I didn't even get the chance to break the news to John and Chie myself because somebody downstairs called the landlord and then she tried to call John. Then he called me while I was still in a state of panic and on god, I thought it would never be fixed.
Not that it is now, we're waiting for the floor to dry off and for a structural engineer to come and assess the damage to the walls, then new wooden flooring is going to be put down and new furniture bought. So the guys might not be able to live there when they get back. We had to move a lot of their things out of the apartment to keep them safe from condensation and also workmen’s busy fingers. YIKES.

This horrible few days was followed by the release of the new Franz Ferdinand album, which I cannot get enough of at the moment. I'm addicted to Eleanor, This Boy and The Fallen but I can't really say that I have favourites, as every song is good. You can rely on Franz to make you feel better after the hell I've been through. Must get to class now.

I gave my self to sin...

Tue, 27 Sep 2005 22:25:22 GMT

Had the best dream last night, Mr.Wilson, Mr.White, teruhiko and myself were all hanging out in the apartment. Ricky and I were making pancakes for everyone and the other two were being suggestive on the couch. Come to think of it Mr.Wilson was being fairly suggestive with the food as well, but I won't go on about all the sexy details I know no one wants to hear. Great dream, caused me to sleep in though so had to quick march it up to CSN and be fashionably late for class. My Computer Fundamentals class is so boring, it's the lecturer, he keeps repeating himself. Each class is really only fifteen minutes long but he stretches it out to the full hour. I can see myself skipping that one quite alot.
John sent me photos from spain, he's such a bastard, I only mentioned yesterday how shite the weather was here. I'll just continue using up his download quota and we'll be even. I should probably get some sleep, I have to give Mr.Moloney drowning lessons tomorrow.

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 12:20:13 GMT

Boy do I suck at the old LJ updates recently? That'll probably change thanks to the fact I'm apartment sitting for my brother for two weeks and he has broadband (oh joy of joys). This absolutely rocks, lovely apartment, rent-free while I hunt for a job and then a place to live, no bills or anything. Oh and I have it all to myself so none of Johns smelly friends to put up with, he's lived with some dodgy characters over the years.
I started my new college course last week, everyone keeps asking me what I did before I came there, it's all really very distasteful. Like when you meet someone for the first time and they immediately ask you what you do for a living. I'm playing nice though, for the first time ever I am actually older than people in my class and it's a strange experience, I feel like the voice of wisdom or something. Must actually do some of my assignments before tomorrow. I'm loving my timetable, Mondays off (hence me sitting here typing this) and two half days, so technically I only have three days of college.
Bad news on the job front, as in I don't have one yet. I was wondering how come I never heard anything back after all those C.V's I handed out last week and then I was printing out a new batch yesterday and I noticed the typo. Now you could forgive a little spelling mistake or something like that, I don't think employers really mind but I, in all my intelligence, left out a digit of my phone number *headdesk*. I am such a dumbass, and they were jobs I really wanted too, I can't exactly go back and hand in C.V's all over again. Well I could, I'd just feel like an idiot. Who knows, maybe someone is smart enough to know that nearly all 085 numbers start with a 7.
Now then, I've been getting these strange emails from my ex-lecturer Steven, he's being all nice and asking all these questions about last year and why I fail and stuff, and I quote

"I always found you a very interesting person - in you are clearly very intelligent and clever but I was always wondering why you seemed to kind of pace yourself - you could clearly have done much better if you had wanted to- I find that an interesting dynamic - why clearly smart students don't do as well as I think they could have - I know not something you're too bothered with - but its in my 'professional' interest to get a better insight into this."

He also goes on to tell me I was last years "most unusual student" and all this other crap that would have been really nice to hear when I was actually his student and when I was having trouble and would probably have appreciated the encouragement. Now it just seems like he's trying to satisfy his curiosity and also like he's feeling guilty for being a shit tutor. I'll play nice though, I might need his connections to find a job later in life. I'll continue to quote as they come in though; some of it's quite funny.
It occurs to me that I never did a proper oxegen post, well it rocked, check out teruhiko's LJ for the blow by blow account, I was with her the whole time, might post a few pics later. Did I mention I went to Franz/Scissor Sisters Bud Rising gig? and that I met Ana Matronic in a gay bar? I do meet some fascinating people on my travels.

To my dog on wheels I'll tell my pleasures and woes

Thu, 08 Sep 2005 14:02:12 GMT

Bad things that happened in the last 24 hours (so far)

Dad finds our oldest dog Ginny dead in our laneway around midnight, presumably hit by a car (I’ll spare the not so nice details)
I cry a lot cause Ginny was my favourite and the only dog in our possesion we've had since childhood.
I get up the next morning and go and find the body so I can bury it, chase all the bluebottles away and wrap up the body to keep them off.
Dig the grave but then get stung by a bee for the first time in my life and also realize there’s a live bee in my hair
Run for the front door in an attempt to get to a shower and drown said bee but the front door is locked so continue running to the back door and almost fall about five times.
Stand under the shower fully clothed till the sound of buzzing next to my ear stops
Inspect the bee sting in my arm, now thanks to Mr. Ray Mears I know not to rub a sting or you release the poison but you can cut it off and it won’t be so bad.
Unfortunately I have a massive panic attack while all alone in the house, my heart was beating so hard it hurt and I couldn’t breathe properly and have to run downstairs in search of a paper bag to breathe into. I kept thinking about how people are allergic to bee stings and it was the first time I’d ever been stung so that made me panic even more.
When I’ve calmed down a bit I decide to try and cut the sting off despite it being on the back of my upper arm (which is really hard to get at).
While carefully maneuvering with a scissors the phone starts ringing and it’s my dad checking that I’m awake and oh by the way three out of the four of Sínne’s puppies died of exposure last night, why didn’t I fix the problem yesterday when I noticed it despite the fact that I asked his opinion and he told me to leave it alone and also I lack the appropriate physical strength to do anything about it. I give him monosyllabic answers and slam down the phone
Ball my eyes out for another five minutes.
I then go back to the sting that still sticking out of my arm but can’t do anything for a while because my hands are shaking so much.
Finally cut the sting off without getting poison in my arm and can finally get dressed cause up until not I’ve been wearing a towel (my sopping clothing being in the bathroom after my shower)
I want to go outside to finish burying her but my arm is killing me and I get dizzy every time I stand up.
I don’t know what to do now until someone arrives home, hopefully it’ll be Noel or Mum cause they’ll understand what I was trying to do, dad will just give out. I just had to write this and vent a little.

Edit: On closer inspection Ginny and some of the other dogs it turns out she wasn't hit by a car, two of our other dogs who attacked her before killed her. At first we thought that they'd just been worrying the body a little when we found it cause she they were always trying to steal her dominance (she was top dog ) but I found puncture marks in her neck and around her face.
And why don't I make the list a little longer while I'm at it, I just got an email from my ex-lecturer/tutor, the one who I had all the problems with this year, asking me how I am which he certainly didn't do when I failed my year, boy did he pick the wrong fucking day to ask that, I'm tempted to copy and paste this journal entry into a reply.

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 23:03:29 GMT

Long time no post, I’m very bold I know. At the moment I’m spending my days at home sleeping in till noon and occasionally venturing outside to check if it’s still there. This lax attitude towards finding a job has landed me puppy sitting. Hoo-rah, it’s not that the wee doggy isn’t sweet but a four-month-old dog does not need looking after and it’s not like I’m getting paid for it. Word to the wise in case anyone is confused, my family breed and sell Jack Russels and we’re looking after a past sale at the moment while her family are on holiday for 2 weeks. Milly (that’s her name) has settled in with her family again and I’m getting annoyed with mum asking me to check up on her every five minutes.
Mother is also driving me up the walls concerning the whole failing college thing. I think she half expects me to break down / ball my eye’s out/ pour my heart out. She doesn’t understand that I came to terns with this about a month before the actual results came out. I’m really getting sick of the constant “are you ok”’, “if you want to talk about it you only have to ask”, pass me a bucket someone please. I’m not going to act like it wasn’t a big deal; I talk about it with people who will actually understand, me and know me better than my mother does.

Anyway Oxegen ahoy and boo to all the people who told me they were going and then didn’t buy tickets, It won’t be the same without them but oh, I’m sure I’ll try to get past it what with all the great bands playing. The tent has been cleaned out, I’m thinking about buying wellies (after watching some of the Glastonbury footage on BBC2) and hoping that the weather will be nice this year.

No other news I guess, I really have to find a job and get off of this island for a few days during the summer, any suggestions as to where I should go? Anyone?

le sigh

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 12:27:17 GMT

I failed my year, woop-de-fucking-do. It's a pity my design mark was so shitty cause I did really well on my thesis and my thesis lecturer was gushing this morning "oh if only you'd worked you would have done so well but what you had done was really great and the external examiner liked it so much, you really knew what you were talking about" . I was a little blown away by it.
Stephen came up to me and asked if I had any questions, I gave him a flat no and I reckon that'll be the last time I'll ever speak to him. Now I wonder how I'm going to tell my mother. I've been telling her for weeks that I had a bad year , just to soften the blow, but she's doing that annoying mother thing where she keeps going on about how she liked my stuff so don't worry I'll be fine. Gah!
Must go get Kafka's and stuff my face with bread/meat/cheese based foods.

the end is nigh!

Fri, 10 Jun 2005 23:09:19 GMT

What a way to spend a year. I suppose this is a good lesson for me, don’t waste my time with college if I’m not going to apply myself. I suppose I thought it would all come together in the end; it had before, but not this year. I think the best thing for me would be to just take the whole experience and put it behind me. Even though the results are yet unknown I’ve almost certainly failed.
Woops
The exhibition night was great though, got to see a lot of people I hadn’t seen in ages and some people seemed to get a kick out of my stuff. All in all we had a great night out, there area few dodgy photos that I’ll endeavor to post eventually (teruhiko has made off with my camera). The Bishopstown Bar was great but full of people and really warm so that made for some really sweaty people (lovely). The Bróg was as usual, packed, so when the forty or so of us showed up it got even worse, I kinda wish we’d just found a quieter bar and filled it with our group cause we got cut off from some people towards the end of the night. Anyway I guess we’ll have a few more nights out before the end of the year (which is officially Wednesday I think because that’s the day that everything comes down).
Oh if only I had a time machine eh? (a la Mr.Barrett that is)

All this Diesel reminds me of an Elizabeth Bishop poem, something to do with a fishing boat?

Fri, 03 Jun 2005 21:28:52 GMT

Everything smells like diesel. My little brother likes to speed along wee country roads and then stop very suddenly when he finally spots the car driving in the opposite direction. Unlucky for him because he was driving dad’s car at the time and dad had this little container of diesel in the boot and with all of Noel’s (that’s my baby brother) stopping and starting he managed to knock the container over so hard that the cap came off. It's stupid cause Noel is a good driver, he's been driving a menagerie of vehicles since he was eleven, he's just turned into a speed freak as of late. So later on in the day I get in to go pick up a Chinese and remark that “oh, the car smells like diesel, that’s a bit weird’. So dad threw a spaz and has been trying desperately to remove the foul (but strangely addictive and nice) smell of diesel from his beloved car. It’s like this, everything that gets into or near the car now smells like diesel including my favourite jeans =( and what with dad hosing down the interior of the boot the spill water has surrounded the rear side of the house so now all that smells like diesel and of course that’s right by the back door so the kitchen smells like diesel. Oh and then dad washed the diesel soaked towels and whatever he was wearing when he did the big clean up in the washing machine and guess what? The washing machine smells like diesel. I’m betting the dryer will have the same fate and of course any clothes we wash for the next two weeks and it’ll just spread around the house. Our house is just one big Tommy Tiernan joke, I’d better check and see if the smoke alarms are working.

I’m still very knackered from all this not sleeping. I’m supposed to be doing loads of work now but instead I’m updating this as a way of relaxing, some would say watching Emmerdale and Have I Got News for You when I came home is relaxation enough. Some might say that an hour long phone conversation to teruhiko about all things oxegen and “oh remember when we met the chiefs?’ and “what are we going to wear to the exhibition opening?” would satisfy the most stressed individual (look under Cooney for the meaning of the word =P ) but not me. I need to type everything, it’s nice to look back upon it and it’s best to write when it’s fresh in your mind. The other day I backtracked through my LJ archives to see what I was up to this time last year. Ah, the third year exhibition. Somehow I think I was more sorted last year, how’s that possible?

I should probably try and get some sleep tonight; my judgment and state of mind have seriously been impaired. Twenty minutes ago I discovered that the jeans I’m wearing have a button that ties the other way to the jeans I wear all the time and this held my attention and wonder for a good ten minutes. All this diet coke and tea with a few skittles and various other sweet things thrown in has me acting like a zombie, my eyes are permanently dilated, it’s weirding me out. Maybe I should stop listening to Kate Bush cause her voice is starting to weird me out.

I’m not quite sure if this post makes any sense. Perhaps I can afford an hour’s nap?