Sunday, March 19, 2006

Sun, 19 Mar 2006 10:33:24 GMT

got back from england yesterday.

today i got a package from my granny, wishing me a happy st.patrick's day. i cried. i miss my granny, even though she can be so very mean. i miss her. and there is no-one here.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 14:33:54 GMT

Just when everything goes up, I screw myself again. I lost my new job, the new job which was excellent money and perfect for my schedule. Failure, Failure, Failure...

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 14:41:58 GMT

Thursday night we went out, big style.

I wore a blue camisole, but a black lacy wrap over it, black frilly skirt, black tights and sparkly flats. I got my hair cut earlier that day, side fringe and a few layers, so I was feeling very cute. Everyone looked lovely in fact. Ian wore his lovely green stripey top and Vera was all dolled up in black, it looks really good with her blonde hair.

It was the Spanish class party; Ian had just invited me along for the ride. It was a big weird at first. Ian asked me on Monday and I said yes, but I didn't think he was serious, because obviously, usually people only go to their own class parties. But then on Thursday night Vera asked me to go as well, and I wanted to go out so I said to hell with it. But I was worried that Ian really didn't mean it when he asked, because you all know how I am, a bit of a worrier.

First we went and drank in Vera's flat. I had two glasses of Ian's paint thinner (it was masquerading as white wine). We hung out; listened to music...Vera went around like a woman possessed trying to get dressed in time to go out. Finally at 11.00 we left the house, I was already slightly tipsy. We got a taxi to Doyle's Pub, which is right beside Trinity and off the night went.

We went in; I met loads of people from French and Spanish. Quickly, I got a pint of Guinness and went to sit down with Ian and Vera amongst the many others who I met there and was accosted by this guy who kept following me around all night and telling me I was muy guapa. Then I met William Brennan, another fake American such as myself, and we starting dirty dancing (to my everlasting shame) and then I went and hid in a corner when another weird guy came and sat next to me chatting me up. Finally he moved away and another sat next to me, and we started chatting and he was quite nice, as well as handsome and of course, by this time, I was on my third pint, we were making out. He went to smoke for a few minutes and Ian tortured me by slagging. Then the guy came back and we kept making out. Oh my dignity! Ian took a photo of the debacle and is lording it over me. My male friend went home eventually and I retook my place beside Ian. (Little did I know that he left me with a hickey that everyone saw the following day!)

Some interesting conversations:

1) With Ian about Michelle. He said that she asked him to live with her after I told her that he was living with me. This confirmed my hunch. I, of course, being drunk and stupid, said, "well, you do want to live with Michelle and Aoife?" Because I don't think he is that close to Michelle but I know he loves Aoife to pieces and I wouldn't begrudge Aoife, because I really like her, probably the most of all my flatmates. And he said, "on a practical level, I need to live with someone who drinks, and isn't such a prude, and - I just need to live with you, Doireann." Which was so sweet and made me glad, because Michelle really had made me feel like I had forced him into living with me, even though he was the one who asked me in the first place.

2)With Ian about me. (Because I am vain). I'm a bit insecure about my weight and my smile, and general attractiveness, but then again who isn't? But I usually never smile in photos, and Ian, who was taking loads of photos, was scolding me about that. He told me, "Doireann, you have a lovely smile and you're gorgeous lass, so smile for fuck's sake!" And then I smiled for one of his photos and he said, "it's the best picture I have of you."

3) Sean, this guy from French and Spanish. Turns out he grew up right beside the street where my dad grew up, and he regularly frequents the pub I now work in. Plus he had great taste in music.

We danced until Doyle's closed, with almost detour for Crawdaddy's for nightclubbing, but we decided Doyle's was better. Then we went up Grafton Street in a large bunch, Ian, Doireann, Vera, Sean, some English randomer, Jane and others, eventually ended up Burger King. Ian ate two burgers and then asked for a bite of my burger. I consented, and in one bite he ate half of my burger. Sean also took a normal sized bite. I was very sad. Ian even dropped one of his burgers and in his drunken state, ate it anyway! (EWW.) I had no where to sit so I ended up on Vera's lap, which was ok, because she sat on me earlier in Doyle's.

Back in Halls, Vera, randomer and I got back together, and went to her flat for more drinks, only to discover the other flatmates had polished off the remaining drink. Instead we quietly sipped water, until we heard great rumblings from the Hall. It was the rest of the group, including Ian crawling around on the ground, why? I don't know.

We began to play Jenga. Our games were very short, needless to say as we were all quite drunk. Vera picked up Ian and carried him like a bride all around the kitchen. Vera and I chased each other and I fell over a chair. Vera carried me around for a bit. Bizarrely, she then went and put on her rowing t-shirt over her nice going out clothes. I tried to carry Ian, and I dropped him. He dropped me about three times. We ended up on the floor, Ian's head in my lap and me looking down at him, while he made fun of the fact that I couldn't remember the guy's name. Finally, at 5.00 we went home to bed.

BEST NIGHT EVER.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 19:24:04 GMT

Is anyone up in this place to have a freaking cup of tea??? No. I'm going to get a coke from the soda machines and sulk. And I don't even have chocolate.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Mon, 27 Feb 2006 21:45:34 GMT

roar.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 19:16:56 GMT