Yes I know it's been and gone a while now, but I wanted to record it here, just didn't get around to it yet. Some american friends of mine came to my home town to celebrate st. patricks day in true irish style. We witnessed a short but sweet parade while eating green ice-cream, and then watched some very good rugby. I know the day wasn't to everyone's tastes, but I think they enjoyed it none the less.
The House: Well, things have changed. Looks like I'm staying in the house, but three of the girls are now moving out for definate. The guy, another girl and I are staying there, so it seems. Any one looking for a place to live come september? We could do with a couple of housemates.
Thursday 29 March 2007
Tuesday 13 March 2007
Name-calling
Well well well. It's been an interesting night. A short backstory is needed before I can go into current affairs though.
I have been living in the house I am currently in for about six or seven months with four other girls and one guy. We all got on great to begin with, and things slowly went downhill.. However before christmas we agreed to stay in the house for a second school year, so we signed the contract for 2007/2008. After christmas things went from ok to bad, and then from bad to worse. We had numerous house meetings, discussed the problems and agreed they were all sorted, but days later we would all be annoyed over the same things again. Now the guy and I have been discussing the possibility of moving out for a few weeks now, it was a thought we threw out there one night when we got very much annoyed with two of the girls. And it just sort of snowballed. We have found another 2 people who are willing to find a 4 bed house with us, and we have even looked at a house.
Tonight things came to a head. We finally told the two girls with whom we have most of the trouble that we want to move out, back out of the contract. They are not impressed. So far I've been called a bitch, a liar, a two faced f*cker and false. Simply for wanting to be 100% sure that this is what I wanted to do before telling them. Yes we did leave it a little late but I think it would have been more unfair to tell them that I might perhaps want to move out, and then turn around and tell them actually I'm going to stay.
I don't know what to do now. I am definately moving out but can I bear to be in this house for another two months after the easter break? I might just have to take to being out of the house even more than I already am. Currently on a week day I usually leave about 10am, come back about 4 or 5 pm, then leave again sometime between 6:30 and 9pm, and depending on the day can come back anytime from 9 til 3 or 4am. It might get to the point that I just sleep and shower here. Although at the moment sometimes I feel like thats all I do already.
I have a feeling this is going to be a busy blog for the following couple of months.
I have been living in the house I am currently in for about six or seven months with four other girls and one guy. We all got on great to begin with, and things slowly went downhill.. However before christmas we agreed to stay in the house for a second school year, so we signed the contract for 2007/2008. After christmas things went from ok to bad, and then from bad to worse. We had numerous house meetings, discussed the problems and agreed they were all sorted, but days later we would all be annoyed over the same things again. Now the guy and I have been discussing the possibility of moving out for a few weeks now, it was a thought we threw out there one night when we got very much annoyed with two of the girls. And it just sort of snowballed. We have found another 2 people who are willing to find a 4 bed house with us, and we have even looked at a house.
Tonight things came to a head. We finally told the two girls with whom we have most of the trouble that we want to move out, back out of the contract. They are not impressed. So far I've been called a bitch, a liar, a two faced f*cker and false. Simply for wanting to be 100% sure that this is what I wanted to do before telling them. Yes we did leave it a little late but I think it would have been more unfair to tell them that I might perhaps want to move out, and then turn around and tell them actually I'm going to stay.
I don't know what to do now. I am definately moving out but can I bear to be in this house for another two months after the easter break? I might just have to take to being out of the house even more than I already am. Currently on a week day I usually leave about 10am, come back about 4 or 5 pm, then leave again sometime between 6:30 and 9pm, and depending on the day can come back anytime from 9 til 3 or 4am. It might get to the point that I just sleep and shower here. Although at the moment sometimes I feel like thats all I do already.
I have a feeling this is going to be a busy blog for the following couple of months.
Monday 5 March 2007
Countdown
Ten days until I'm home. I haven't been at home since the Christmas holidays, and even then I left on New Years Day. There's only so much family holiday cheer one can handle. But with Easter break I'll be home for a whole month, which will do me the world of good. There's too much tension where I am now, a girl needs a break after all. I'm most excited to see my nephew and my sisters. There is a certain dynamic that can only be found with women who share the same family name and DNA, and my sisters and I definately possess it. And with the much anticipated arrival of a new baby it will be a visit to remember.
Sunday 4 March 2007
The Drifter
His hair fell about his face in a manner that could be described as fashionably unkempt; but he didn’t seem the kind to be bothered about fashion, or about putting in the effort to make his hair look any specific way. On his face he donned something that was somewhere between stubble and a beard – to say the lower half of his face was overgrown would just about cover it. This patch of growth matched his hair, both a dark sandy coloured mix, and from the way it stood on end one would have thought it was trying to escape from his head. It looked rough, and as he came closer I had a sudden urge to run my fingers against it. It looked like a beach after a storm, but did it feel that way too? From underneath the sandy barren of his forehead shone two piercing eyes that sent a shiver of sadness through you.
His clothes looked as if they had seen better days. He wore a navy fleece which looked as if it had come from the shores of the Aran Islands many years before. His right knee was exposed through a hole in his jeans, which were faded from time, not like the manufactured faded jeans in all the stores. The skin that was visible looked rough and weathered. There were scrapes and grazes covering the knee, some looked old and almost healed, some seemed fresh. The tattered ends of his jeans fell across a pair of tan coloured hiking boots that looked as if they were well accustomed to feeling mountainous terrain under their soles.
His clothes looked as if they had seen better days. He wore a navy fleece which looked as if it had come from the shores of the Aran Islands many years before. His right knee was exposed through a hole in his jeans, which were faded from time, not like the manufactured faded jeans in all the stores. The skin that was visible looked rough and weathered. There were scrapes and grazes covering the knee, some looked old and almost healed, some seemed fresh. The tattered ends of his jeans fell across a pair of tan coloured hiking boots that looked as if they were well accustomed to feeling mountainous terrain under their soles.
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