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[21 Sep 2004|10:38am] |
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Several things have happened this week, but the most important two are as follows:
- I went dumpster-diving for the first time in my life
- I got my tongue pierced yay yay yay oh god it still hurts so much.
The trash-picking was the result of a direct order from my lecturer. Repulsive, but materially rewarding (in the literal sense of 'yay, sculpture materials'). I got a ton of wood and disassembled bike part and some old broken computer bits. And maybe tetanus!
I got jabbed with a gigantic hose-sized needle last Wednesday after college let out, partly to celebrate FINALLY BEING A SECOND YEAR HOW VERY WEARY I WAS OF BEING A FRESHER, and partly to replace my labret, which I had to take out this summer and which i miss dearly, but mostly because I really really wanted a tongue piercing. And now that the swelling has gone down (it was like trying to eat with a baseball in my mouth) it is sexy. It still hurts more than any other piercing I've ever had, god, if he'd stuck it straight through my spinal column it probably couldn't have hurt more, but I looooove it.
Now I have to test it. ;D
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[13 Sep 2004|10:43pm] |
You know when you get a sudden craving for something and feel like if you don't get it right this second you'll absolutely explode from wanting it?
I need to watch Withnail & I right now.
Anyway. Back to Galway and to no connection tomorrow, but since I'm back in college on Wednesday I'll at least have sad drippy installed-in-like-1990 access. Though I fully intend to spend the rest of the week too drunk to find the computer lab, never mind compose a post. Now that's a resolution I can see through!
I bought new shoes today, ones more amenable to my current state of crippledness. They are those light sort of canvas tennis shoe things, you know, like Converse except they only cost me a tenner? And they're pink! My first item of pink clothing in the last ten years! I pause for applause here. See me get over my phobia! Watch as I embrace my inner girly girl! Marvel as I dazzle the world with my shiny pinkness!
And now to bed, because I got less that two hours of sleep last night. Hooray, crazy itchy painful limbs, you defeat even my usually light-catatonia-like sleep patterns.
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[13 Sep 2004|09:33pm] |
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I'm absolutely certain that my sister and I are the only people in Ireland who have just spent an hour reading aloud selected poems from her Leaving Cert course and shrieking with laughter. Ah, the hilarities of fine literature! The Convergence of the Twain is at its insipid best when read in an overwrought voice while standing poised on a chair draped in a rug. Ph33R us, for we are Nerd!
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[13 Sep 2004|06:50pm] |
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Exhibit A.
Exhibit B.*
They must drink a potato based alcohol together and then fuck in loud Russian. Don't you think?
*okay, I know that's not exactly his most menacing moment. I think you can guess why I like it anyway.
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[13 Sep 2004|06:40pm] |
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I can walk again!
I still look like a first-stage leprosy sufferer but it is now possible for me to stand upright without screaming and trying to get up on the tip on my big toes so that the smallest possible area of me feet are in contact with the ground. This is a big step forward, considering I have to attend the Ghetto!College Of Forty-Eight Stairwells in two days.
I love my doctor all to bits. I finally get that 'in love with the anaesthesiologist' thing so often mentioned in relation to pregnant women.
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[12 Sep 2004|10:32pm] |
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It's spider season. By which I mean "It's enormous triangular bastards with fangs I can see from across the room that make actual scratching noises when they walk across the wall they're so freakin' heavy" season. I'm afraid of my room.
PS I know I'm spammy today, but I'm back after a three month hiatus, forgive me if I can't stay away from that sweet sweet sugar on the Update button.
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[12 Sep 2004|09:51pm] |
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And just to get as much movie squee out of the way as possible in one go (this is much easier when I can talk about them as I see them):
-I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT BATMAN OMG OMG OMG
-Spiderman 2 was Teh Awfulz. Damn it. I wanted to like it - hell, it had Alfred Molina in leather, I wanted to love it - but I just couldn't. It was so overwrought, like a Victorian Gothic novel with a 100 million budget. There are so many fanfics in those AI arms, though. Someone point me towards a nasty one, please?
- The Bourne Supremacy was soooo loooong. That car chase? Sweet jesus, I watched it for like HALF AN HOUR, then I looked down to text someone, and got a text back, and replied, and when I looked up it was STILL GOING ON.
Having said that?
NNGGUAAHHHFFFFFUCK. THANK YOU FOR PLAYING ON MY RUSSIAN HITMEN IN LEATHER FETISH. THAT WASN'T A BLATANT STAB AT EVERY RECOVERING X-PHILE IN THE AUDIENCE OR ANYTHING. Also, Marton Csokas pulling those handcuffs tight with his teeth. Mmmmmrrrr.
-Silver City. I can't tell if it's going to be good or stupid, but it has Chris Cooper running for governor and if that ain't a recipe for a great film I don't know what it'd take. Plus, Thora Birch!
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[12 Sep 2004|05:25pm] |
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You know what's really weird? When you watch Hidalgo with your mom and realise that your taste in men is identical to hers because you're both perving on Omar Sharif in his awesomeness, and maybe a little bit on Viggo when he slides off that horse all tight-jeansed. Creepy!
And then you make it ok by having a Kevin Costner fest and bonding in your shared love of a reviled actor. Waterworld 4-EVA. [Edit: And Open Range, too, if you're willing to ride the fast-forward to the gunfight.]
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[12 Sep 2004|04:19pm] |
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I think any phone conversation where the words 'thirty gay guys in school girl uniforms' appear is probably a good one. Any conversation which also includes 'getting the photos developed' is a great one. I have the best friends!
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[12 Sep 2004|11:31am] |
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Other things that happened to me this summer:
-I was at Club Outrageous in the Black Box when the gardai raided the place. For all the fuss and furor in the papers afterwards you'd think we'd been sacrificing virgins by jamming syringes full of LSD and morphine up their asses while we had an orgy centered around three sheep and a donkey. Let me assure you, nothing as exciting was happening, and frankly there were fewer drugs going around that night than on a Friday night in the GPO. It was sort of exciting, though.
-I discovered that when you haven't been drinking for a month your tolerance levels actually do go down, funnily enough, and that using alcoholic drinks as mixers for other alcoholic drinks is a good way to make sure you have to go home early. Apple schnapps and vodka - it always seems like a good idea at the time.
-I lay out like a lizard in the sun at the Spanish Arch more days than I can count. We had the best weather ever this summer!
-I uncovered a previously hidden fondness for Christian Bale. Pathetically enough, it was Equilibrium that did it to me. I guess any movie that has Sean Bean, glorious black coats, and excessive use of the word 'cleric' (possibly the most melodious word in the English language) was gonna catch me. Plus a creepy little kid of the Hitler Jugend-mold!
-I went sunbathing in a graveyard. And it was awesome! Donal and I found this weird hilly little graveyard down by the Dock with these roses and long grass and big trees in it, and while I was walking around it exclaiming over its park-like prettiness we saw this old man lying out flat on one of the tombs in the back with his shirt off, soaking up the rays. First we were like 'Oh my god. Run away!', then it was more 'That's a really good idea!' So we set up far away from the old man on this consumptive Victorian's tomb and got thoroughly sunburned. It was really peaceful. And evil!
-I saw many films, most of which were rubbish. But The Village is one of the MOST AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL movies I've ever come across, and is way better on the second viewing because you aren't all tensed up waiting for something to leap out of the screen at you and can concentrate on how amazingly much you love Joaquin Phoenix.
-Um, mostly I worked crappy hours and sat around. That basically covers all the excitement. Sad. Roll on college!
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[11 Sep 2004|11:20am] |
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The plague, she are improving. By which I mean I'm getting a little better, not that the plague is tightening its grip on me. The best thing about having something my family calls 'the plague' is that we can talk about bubos without even having to fish about for a lame excuse. BUUUU-BOOOOOH.
Now I've completely grossed everyone out, I hasten to add that I do not in fact have any bubos.
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[10 Sep 2004|12:54pm] |
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Also, a while ago I bought a DVD of Neon Genesis Evangelion: Death & Rebirth from one of my friends, and even though I have absolutely no idea what's going on, I cannot stop watching it. I need some outside intervention, or at least someone to explain to me what the hell I'm seeing, because this is reaching the stage of pathetic so far past pathetic I can't see it any more.
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[10 Sep 2004|12:30pm] |
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I am stricken with plague* and so am back in my parents' house and back to net access for the first time since last May. The keyboard under my hands, the soothing hum of the CPU, the infinistesmal flicker of the screen, all stimulating serotonin to soak my brain like a sponge. It feels...soooo...gooooood. This is sick.
*An allergic reaction so unutterably foul that I'm typing this with one finger, being unable to bend my hands or feet for fear of the skin exploding right off my flesh. Have you ever seen pictures of smallpox? My extremeties.
Anyway, apart from the plague I've had an acceptably dull summer. Working at Woodie's (Your Irish-owned DIY and Garden Centre Superstore!) was boring as all get out, the hours awkward, the managers be-poxed and trollish, and the pay rubbish, but it kept body and soul together, so I suppose it did. I was going to keep it on for a while this autumn (so you know it wasn't that bad really), but since my doctor says the plague is going to take about a month to clear up I'll have to face the chillingly ugly reaction of the Head Honcho to my resignation sooner than I'd expected. Hooray!
I may have been out of contact the whole summer, but since I haven't done a damn thing no one's missed out on anything fascinating. I've only been out of Galway twice in the past three months, once to visit my grandparents and once to drag a couple of the guys out to the Aran islands with me, because if I'm nothing if not a skeezy tourist at heart. It was great, too! Inish Mor is actually as beautiful as the Tourism Board says, if you can ignore and dodge the absolute swarms of cyclists. Dun Aengus is smaller than the photos lead you to believe, but those cliffs are really that high and there's no railing. If it had been windy we'd all be dead (that is, Donal and Martin would be dead because they're the idiots who were taunting me by dancing about on the edge with their toes hanging over, and I would be alive because I'm the yellow-bellied coward who lay flat on her stomach to try to peer over the edge and never quite made it closer than six inches anyway. But guess who'd be laughing now!). Also we tried on Aran sweaters and I almost bought a hat, but restrained myself at the last instant because then I would be one of those people who buys Aran things on Aran, and I could just go home and smother myself then. It was a cut hat, though, all floppy and with a bobble.
And...um...other than that, nothing much has been going on. College is starting on the 15th, and let me tell you I cannot wait, because I am so tired of looking at the same twelve people all summer long. I'm dead, of course, because I haven't so much as picked up a pencil for three months and I expect to have the worst, shakiest hand when we pull out our sketchbooks, but I'm really excited to be going back. You don't understand how great that makes me feel - I'm finally not a first year any more! I'm finally going to a college I love so much that I've basically spent the entire summer in a holding pattern just waiting for it to start again! God, this is so cool.
Uh, yeah, not much to report, really. The usual round of drinking and movies and shopping and hanging out in the sun talking shit all happened, because it was the summer holidays, after all, but nothing life-changing occured. My new house is working out fine, though I could really do with some sound-proofing on the wall between my room and Rob and Nial's, but it's close to everything and my room, though tiny, is like a snuggly nest.
So, uh huh. Still alive, probably more painfully in love with Galway than ever (YOU MUST ALL COME VISIT ME IN MY CITY OF AWESOMENESS), going back to college (that's something I didn't envision happening this time last year!). My life, once I've got the I'm-gonna-get-yelled-at job of quitting work over, is pretty sweet.
Now if we could just please, please get a connection running in the house.
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[07 Jul 2004|02:28pm] |
Am still alive - have had less than the minimun amount of access for the past, what, two months? And no way to get access any time soon. But am still alive and kicking! Have a job (at Woodie's DIY, the ultimate in lesbian cliche, how sad) and a house and a life that's going pretty well, and I miss the internet and everyone here like burning. >.<
Love xxx
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[19 May 2004|12:09am] |
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What I have eaten in the past thirty hours: three pieces of brown bread with cheese and apple, two fig-flavoured yoghurts, three mini-mars bars that were left over from my sculpture project. Not because I'm being all diet-y, but because that was all the food I had and I was too lazy to go to the shop (or leave the house...or indeed put on any pants).
Now I'm STARVING and contemplating the bag of flour in the cupboard. If Homer Simpson can eat it straight, I bet I can too.
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[18 May 2004|01:36pm] |
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Oh my god Dom and Viggo have BROKEN ME.
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[18 May 2004|01:15pm] |
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Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) daegaer:
1. Take five books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:
Mother, I am in love with a robot. It is a strange thing, but old Nokes, who had scoffed at his apprentice, had never been able to put out of his mind the disappearance of the star in the Cake, although that even had happened so many years ago. 'So we're making a man out of straw, sir, so he'll burn nicely when we throw him on the bonfire in the evening.' And, in fact, although Romances are often filled with long, loving descriptions of horses, it is the fact that to most of those who used these noble animals every day, transportations is exactly how they were considered; these literary descriptions usually represent nothing more than the desire of the author to extend, by a page or two, the length of his narrative. As the first stars came out Coraline finally allowed herself to drift into sleep, while the gentle upstairs music of the mouse circus spilled out onto the warm evening air, telling the world that the summer was almost done.
( list of books cut for those who wish to TEST THEMSELVES. At least three are really obvious if you've read the books at all. )
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[18 May 2004|01:19am] |
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Also got photos developed today. Amongst the innumerable shots of me standing in the woods looking uneasy and holding a staple gun, there was the BONDAGE SCENE I'd forgotten about. Michelle and Karen and me all splayed and tied up to all these trees with blue rope. Martin claimed it was part of his project and he needed us to do it - suuuure, honey. I stuck it into my sketchbook - a present for my tutor, if he reads that far. ;)
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