Yes,Mean Girls is the best movie ever.
Meh,I'm very tired. I went to sleep really early last night thinking I had to be up for 8. Then mam decided we wouldn't bother going. :| I'm very bored. I'm newly addicted to Fleet Foxes. I'm hungry,although that's nothing new. I don't have much to say.
Oh,I changed my CAO.
1. TR004 Law
2. TR020 Law and Political Science
3. TR017 Law and Business
4. TR014 Philosophy and Political Science
5. TR023 English Studies
6. TR262 English Literature/History
7. TR312 Film Studies/English Literature
8. TR071 Science
Probably repeating unless I get offered any of the first three. Have the others down just in case I do decide repeating isn't worth it. I hate the thought of it :|
I'm going to go get some food. Noms.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
They only see you with their fear
and they only hear you with their pride.
Patrick Wolf > Life right now.
Ugh,I'm so down. I'm so hormonal and frustrated and I have Writer's Block which is actually the most pathetic thing I can think of. I have been searching for the Fleet Foxes (well,their album) for ages now to no avail. And nobody will give me the download link. And The Killers covered one of their songs at The Hove Festival and it's not on Youtube. Ickkkk.
My mother is also really pissing me off.
Keri stays in all day and watches TV/re-reads/sits at her laptop,Mam says "You needn't think you're arseing around the house all summer!"
Keri goes to Dublin to see a gig. Mam says "You needn't think you're fucking off to Dublin and gigs all summer."
Keri arranges to stay with a friend tomorrow night. Mam says "You needn't think you're going to be meeting friends and staying out of the house all summer."
MAKE UP YOUR MIND,WOMAN!!!!
I'm also really hormonal,which sucks. I'm going to go stare into space and blink. Or else I'll go insane,even more than I already am. I need a break from this break.
Patrick Wolf > Life right now.
Ugh,I'm so down. I'm so hormonal and frustrated and I have Writer's Block which is actually the most pathetic thing I can think of. I have been searching for the Fleet Foxes (well,their album) for ages now to no avail. And nobody will give me the download link. And The Killers covered one of their songs at The Hove Festival and it's not on Youtube. Ickkkk.
My mother is also really pissing me off.
Keri stays in all day and watches TV/re-reads/sits at her laptop,Mam says "You needn't think you're arseing around the house all summer!"
Keri goes to Dublin to see a gig. Mam says "You needn't think you're fucking off to Dublin and gigs all summer."
Keri arranges to stay with a friend tomorrow night. Mam says "You needn't think you're going to be meeting friends and staying out of the house all summer."
MAKE UP YOUR MIND,WOMAN!!!!
I'm also really hormonal,which sucks. I'm going to go stare into space and blink. Or else I'll go insane,even more than I already am. I need a break from this break.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Birthday,Brandon Flowers!
I take the piss a lot when it comes to Brandon Flowers. I mock him consistently and plan to terrify him by sending him babygros with #621621621 stitched into them. I call him all kinds of names on CAPS,and bitch about his hair and feather love. I yell at him for letting boylove go to waste,and photoshop his head onto anything and everything. I save animations and icons of him tripping,falling,making a fool of himself in any way. I try to link CAPS to everything on Youtube,because we're convinced he has a RSS feed on that shit. On every available occasion,I jest about his Mormonism and all of his secret STIs. God,I love CAPS. Truth be told,though,I completely adore him. Nobody will ever be able to understand just how much he means to me. Sounds stalkery, but seriously,his music,his undeniable good looks and his ghey personality have saved me. Even though you're in Vegas now,Brandon,and you're probably still asleep,happy birthday. Have a good one on me,and try not to freak the fuck out too much. :)
Picture time! :D I was originally going to chronicle his ~*~*~development~*~*~ over the years,but instead I will do what he wouldn't want me to and keep it simple.
Happy birthday,you beauty.
Picture time! :D I was originally going to chronicle his ~*~*~development~*~*~ over the years,but instead I will do what he wouldn't want me to and keep it simple.
Happy birthday,you beauty.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Ick.
I am seriously not liking this CAO deadline thing. I need to feel pressured to make a decision and all,it just isn't really working out. I have all of a week to decided what backups to thrash down so that my life doesn't turn out like my parents'. Ack,I hate these decisions. I don't want to regret them but at the same time...I don't want to make them either. The post exam blues have hit once and for all,alas.
So,to distract myself,I've been twitter whoring. Twitter whoring is so much fun. The best Twitter whoring occurred when I tried to get #621621621 to trend,and now that 621 is coming up,I will have fun doing that again. I love Twitter,I really do. God that was such a crappy paragraph,moving on.
Leila and I spammed each other with Brandon Flowers sex faces last night. For the sake of my sanity I will spam a few of my favourites. Well,six,anyway.
Nom nom nom.
I need to start writing again,soon. It's driving me ever so slightly crazy,all these ideas floating around in my head. Add that to my panic re. the CAO,and you can see why I can't sleep.
I'm reading "Crystal" by Katie Price,apparently. Got it free with a magazine and it's supplying a few laughs,which can't hurt. Even though she didn't write it,it bears her hallmark. I got no beef with her but I just know,as someone who would kill to be an author/writer,that this book would not see light of day if it was written by anyone else.
I will eventually get around to posting a list of goals/activities for the summer,but for now I'm going to continue my rampage of praying for a points avalanche. Sweet.
So,to distract myself,I've been twitter whoring. Twitter whoring is so much fun. The best Twitter whoring occurred when I tried to get #621621621 to trend,and now that 621 is coming up,I will have fun doing that again. I love Twitter,I really do. God that was such a crappy paragraph,moving on.
Leila and I spammed each other with Brandon Flowers sex faces last night. For the sake of my sanity I will spam a few of my favourites. Well,six,anyway.
Nom nom nom.
I need to start writing again,soon. It's driving me ever so slightly crazy,all these ideas floating around in my head. Add that to my panic re. the CAO,and you can see why I can't sleep.
I'm reading "Crystal" by Katie Price,apparently. Got it free with a magazine and it's supplying a few laughs,which can't hurt. Even though she didn't write it,it bears her hallmark. I got no beef with her but I just know,as someone who would kill to be an author/writer,that this book would not see light of day if it was written by anyone else.
I will eventually get around to posting a list of goals/activities for the summer,but for now I'm going to continue my rampage of praying for a points avalanche. Sweet.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Slipping,slipping,slipping....don't let go
Well,that's me finished. What a distinct sense of "meh" lingers ominously in the air. It will take a while to get used to the guilt subsiding,I'm certainly not used to this feeling of...relaxation. Where is the foreboding?! Where is the panic?! Where is my French book?! Why am I listening to the Backstreet Boys?! I'll calm down now. Brief analysis of my 10 papers to follow. Sweet. Two months of self torture coming my way! Sigh.
English Paper 1: I am,I do confess,an English Paper 1 rapist. Or at least I was before that monstrosity was unleashed. I exaggerate,but once I got out of my admittedly kick ass Sections A and B and onto the composition,the shit hit the fan. Everyone knows that it is at best unwise to give Keri options. In general,Keri is a hopeless flake who can't make a decision,so when faced with seven full blown wonderful possibilities, Keri has problems. And oh,problems Keri had. I picked one,trashed out a page,despised it, crossed it out,picked another,trashed out a paragraph,didn't like it...and so went the cycle until there was thirty minutes left and I desperately attempted that stupid education one again. Less than two pages,piece of crap,tears, home. Lovely. That was the day I kissed goodbye to my A1 in English and efectively decided Law was a mile out of reach.
Maths Paper 1 was a pleasant surprise. Keri's aim in maths was a pass of any description and she came out of Paper 1 on track for a C or,shockhorror!!!!, a B. Oh,the naivety.
English 2 was meh. Forgot about the unseen poem,which was amusing for those who sat around me when I yelled "WANK" in the middle of it. Like most of the country,I said I lost my own beloved Grandfather to Alzheimer's.... Ah,teh lulz. Macbeth was sound,Bishop was grand,my comparative was a pile of shite,and so the general mood was "meh,it was alright." Mam asked me did I think I got an A,I shot her a dirty look and went to dry cry. That's potent stuff,that dry crying.
Maths 2 was such a disaster after the "YAY!" of maths 1,and now I'm doubting my pass to be honest. Damn probability question lacking in probability. Nice vectors question,though. CLING to the positives,CLING mightily on,ride forth...I digress. 'Twas shit,the indefinite article.
At this stage I was feeling very disillusioned with the whole Leaving cert thing. Irish Paper 1 cheered me up a little though. It did a fine job of rallying the troops. Now I'm a lazy whore,so I didn't actually prepare/learn an essay. So I plumped for the Things That Are Important In My Life As a ~Teenager one,just because I could. A valiant plan,I must say. I cracked myself up while writing this wonderful essay about politics (two whole lines!!!!), the internet (a fair enough paragraph), my boyfriend(and here is where the plan took hold.) You see,my non existent boyfriend goes to a different school,and I never get to see him. Damn this Leaving Cert. Oh,by the way,the Leaving Cert is pretty important too,whether or not I want it to be. I think there's too much pressure on young people these days,wouldn't continuous assessment be a grand way to go about things? Oh,the focus we out on the academic! and so forth. All this BS from fifth year popped into my head and I just couldn't say no. Suck on that,SEC. The comprehensions were lovely,though. And the aural was great,I love the aural. Don't know how I listened though,my mind was everywhere. So,it went pretty good.
Paper 2? Not so good. Bleuuggggggggggggh is the word that springs to mind. Not for the first time,I was tempted to conjugate the verb "to fuck" in place of my stair answers. Those nasty wankers,I thought they couldn't do that. Well I knew they could but it didn't cross my mind as being within the realms of possibility. Oh,and Faoiseamh a Gheobhadsa and Gealt?? D: Bitch,please. I especially depise Gealt,as I so eloquently wrote on my exam paper "I detest this more than I can say." I think I called it funny or humourous or something but my mind was filled with ~gealtachas and such so I really can't be held responsible. The Prose question was grand and I was happy with An Máthar coming up,it was the only poem we revised in class so I made a good attempt. Irish,overall: Meh.
French. French and I have the most fascinating relationship. I adore it. I hate it. I adore it. I hate it. It's cyclical,really,but generally it's just that I hate grammar/written work and love the reading/speaking bit. We didn't indulge in all that much listening,apparently that's dull. Whatevs. But I was bricking it for the exam. Completely bricking it. I was,therefore,pleased when I could understand the comprehensions,make an grammatically retarded stab at the written pieces (oh,L'internet? Je suis accro....") and the aural was a piece of piss. I took to tapping my pen off the desk throughout the third plays. Hopefully I dragged up my disasterous oral,although judging by how happy everyone was with the exam,the marking scheme will be a bitch and I'll die.
4 days off,a mini party! A trip to Newry, harrassing Ayman Molyeldin, twittering, LJ whoring, reading examiner's reports... Redefining the boundaries of standard procrastination. This was followed by a panic. Physics,oh the great unholy mind fuck that it is,threatened to crucify me. I calmed down and established an ingenious MO; study electricity well. I'm good at that,I can so get an A. Pahahahahahahahaha. Yeah,so I went in, with the other physics student and an external candidate,got the paper and discovered there were no electricity questions to be seen. Now,someone has tried arguing with me and saying that thing on capacitance was electricity but they're wrong. Oh,they're so wrong. I wept inwardly. Where was my current electricity? Where was my electromagnetism? Where had my sanity gone? Needless to say it was car crash stuff after that. Terrible. I salvaged little,and emerged on the verge of tears,clutching the paper in my hand. I know now that I was being overly dramatic but at that point in time it felt both logical and natural to shake the page and curse and give death stares. I was deeply depressed after that. So instead of going home to get stuck into Chemistry,I went to Newry!
So Chemistry was yesterday,and it was grand. Well,excepting question 3 which I foolishly did despite my inept subsitute teacher telling us not to worry,they couldn't possily put those up. I should've known better,she's a fool,but she was feeding my denial and that felt good. Until yesterday. It was good apart from that,although I kissed goodbye to yet another potential A1. Any other experiment would've been nailed. I was (foolishly) relying on getting all three of them so I could disregard water and such. Meh. Question 5 was one of the most wonderful things I've ever seen though. If I could marry question 5,I would.
And onto Economics,the final exam! It was meh,as the pattern dictates. The supervisor guy in the centre asked me when does my Leaving Cert end,because I've been in what has been affectionately termed "the freak centre" all this week. I told him today and he seemed happy. The paper was meh. Reasonable. Tedious. And of course,picking four questions from eight proved interesting. I got through it though,somehow. I yawned a lot. When it was over,I felt nothing. The other five were jumping around screaming,hugging,all the usual but I was apathetic. Indifferent. And so,I left in this frame of mind and went home.
Pity I'm repeating,so.
Okay,so now for some non-Leaving Cert related crap.
I love you,iJoy Ride. I do,don't doubt it.
0.33. Oh,Dave. Dave,Dave,Dave. I adore you <3
Brandon stumbling/falling made me laugh quite hard.
a) classic spoof.
b) product of Leila,therefore full of win.
Ah,TV beckons. Guilt-free! :D
English Paper 1: I am,I do confess,an English Paper 1 rapist. Or at least I was before that monstrosity was unleashed. I exaggerate,but once I got out of my admittedly kick ass Sections A and B and onto the composition,the shit hit the fan. Everyone knows that it is at best unwise to give Keri options. In general,Keri is a hopeless flake who can't make a decision,so when faced with seven full blown wonderful possibilities, Keri has problems. And oh,problems Keri had. I picked one,trashed out a page,despised it, crossed it out,picked another,trashed out a paragraph,didn't like it...and so went the cycle until there was thirty minutes left and I desperately attempted that stupid education one again. Less than two pages,piece of crap,tears, home. Lovely. That was the day I kissed goodbye to my A1 in English and efectively decided Law was a mile out of reach.
Maths Paper 1 was a pleasant surprise. Keri's aim in maths was a pass of any description and she came out of Paper 1 on track for a C or,shockhorror!!!!, a B. Oh,the naivety.
English 2 was meh. Forgot about the unseen poem,which was amusing for those who sat around me when I yelled "WANK" in the middle of it. Like most of the country,I said I lost my own beloved Grandfather to Alzheimer's.... Ah,teh lulz. Macbeth was sound,Bishop was grand,my comparative was a pile of shite,and so the general mood was "meh,it was alright." Mam asked me did I think I got an A,I shot her a dirty look and went to dry cry. That's potent stuff,that dry crying.
Maths 2 was such a disaster after the "YAY!" of maths 1,and now I'm doubting my pass to be honest. Damn probability question lacking in probability. Nice vectors question,though. CLING to the positives,CLING mightily on,ride forth...I digress. 'Twas shit,the indefinite article.
At this stage I was feeling very disillusioned with the whole Leaving cert thing. Irish Paper 1 cheered me up a little though. It did a fine job of rallying the troops. Now I'm a lazy whore,so I didn't actually prepare/learn an essay. So I plumped for the Things That Are Important In My Life As a ~Teenager one,just because I could. A valiant plan,I must say. I cracked myself up while writing this wonderful essay about politics (two whole lines!!!!), the internet (a fair enough paragraph), my boyfriend(and here is where the plan took hold.) You see,my non existent boyfriend goes to a different school,and I never get to see him. Damn this Leaving Cert. Oh,by the way,the Leaving Cert is pretty important too,whether or not I want it to be. I think there's too much pressure on young people these days,wouldn't continuous assessment be a grand way to go about things? Oh,the focus we out on the academic! and so forth. All this BS from fifth year popped into my head and I just couldn't say no. Suck on that,SEC. The comprehensions were lovely,though. And the aural was great,I love the aural. Don't know how I listened though,my mind was everywhere. So,it went pretty good.
Paper 2? Not so good. Bleuuggggggggggggh is the word that springs to mind. Not for the first time,I was tempted to conjugate the verb "to fuck" in place of my stair answers. Those nasty wankers,I thought they couldn't do that. Well I knew they could but it didn't cross my mind as being within the realms of possibility. Oh,and Faoiseamh a Gheobhadsa and Gealt?? D: Bitch,please. I especially depise Gealt,as I so eloquently wrote on my exam paper "I detest this more than I can say." I think I called it funny or humourous or something but my mind was filled with ~gealtachas and such so I really can't be held responsible. The Prose question was grand and I was happy with An Máthar coming up,it was the only poem we revised in class so I made a good attempt. Irish,overall: Meh.
French. French and I have the most fascinating relationship. I adore it. I hate it. I adore it. I hate it. It's cyclical,really,but generally it's just that I hate grammar/written work and love the reading/speaking bit. We didn't indulge in all that much listening,apparently that's dull. Whatevs. But I was bricking it for the exam. Completely bricking it. I was,therefore,pleased when I could understand the comprehensions,make an grammatically retarded stab at the written pieces (oh,L'internet? Je suis accro....") and the aural was a piece of piss. I took to tapping my pen off the desk throughout the third plays. Hopefully I dragged up my disasterous oral,although judging by how happy everyone was with the exam,the marking scheme will be a bitch and I'll die.
4 days off,a mini party! A trip to Newry, harrassing Ayman Molyeldin, twittering, LJ whoring, reading examiner's reports... Redefining the boundaries of standard procrastination. This was followed by a panic. Physics,oh the great unholy mind fuck that it is,threatened to crucify me. I calmed down and established an ingenious MO; study electricity well. I'm good at that,I can so get an A. Pahahahahahahahaha. Yeah,so I went in, with the other physics student and an external candidate,got the paper and discovered there were no electricity questions to be seen. Now,someone has tried arguing with me and saying that thing on capacitance was electricity but they're wrong. Oh,they're so wrong. I wept inwardly. Where was my current electricity? Where was my electromagnetism? Where had my sanity gone? Needless to say it was car crash stuff after that. Terrible. I salvaged little,and emerged on the verge of tears,clutching the paper in my hand. I know now that I was being overly dramatic but at that point in time it felt both logical and natural to shake the page and curse and give death stares. I was deeply depressed after that. So instead of going home to get stuck into Chemistry,I went to Newry!
So Chemistry was yesterday,and it was grand. Well,excepting question 3 which I foolishly did despite my inept subsitute teacher telling us not to worry,they couldn't possily put those up. I should've known better,she's a fool,but she was feeding my denial and that felt good. Until yesterday. It was good apart from that,although I kissed goodbye to yet another potential A1. Any other experiment would've been nailed. I was (foolishly) relying on getting all three of them so I could disregard water and such. Meh. Question 5 was one of the most wonderful things I've ever seen though. If I could marry question 5,I would.
And onto Economics,the final exam! It was meh,as the pattern dictates. The supervisor guy in the centre asked me when does my Leaving Cert end,because I've been in what has been affectionately termed "the freak centre" all this week. I told him today and he seemed happy. The paper was meh. Reasonable. Tedious. And of course,picking four questions from eight proved interesting. I got through it though,somehow. I yawned a lot. When it was over,I felt nothing. The other five were jumping around screaming,hugging,all the usual but I was apathetic. Indifferent. And so,I left in this frame of mind and went home.
Pity I'm repeating,so.
Okay,so now for some non-Leaving Cert related crap.
I love you,iJoy Ride. I do,don't doubt it.
0.33. Oh,Dave. Dave,Dave,Dave. I adore you <3
Brandon stumbling/falling made me laugh quite hard.
a) classic spoof.
b) product of Leila,therefore full of win.
Ah,TV beckons. Guilt-free! :D
Sunday, June 14, 2009
A little bit of an introduction
to distract me from Leaving Cert physics. Actually,I should get on that.... Okay,this is just to see what a post looks like. Cool.
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