Animal Cruelty

I just had to write about this because of my immediate reaction to it.

I went for a walk earlier this evening down the beach, and as I was walking back towards the prom I saw a man and his son walking their dog. A beautiful red cocker spaniel I think. She looked quite young and hyper, as those dogs are wont to be. The father had her on her lead (I'm saying her, it could have been him) and walking alongside his left side. As I mentioned, she seemed quite hyper and was trying to run. He kept pulling her back quite sharply, which is done. I did it when we had out dog. I was watching her because she was such a pretty colour and seemed like a sweet dog, when I saw him reach out and kick/shove her on her back haunches, quite forcefully. I will admit it made me sick to my stomach to see and I was so tempted to take her away with me, but he was a big guy, and from dealings with him occasionally in the shop I work in, I wasn't about to take him on.

She didn't seem too affected by the kick. She just kept scampering beside him. But no one should treat an animal that way. Its horrible.

Lists

I'm good at making lists. Rarely good at following through on ticking things off the lists, but good at making them. I was watching a film tonight and it made me think of a list. Things I want.

I want to learn how to bake pies. Proper pies. With a decent crust/pastry base and interesting, tantalizing flavourful fillings.

I want to own my own cafe. A proper little coffee shop, with good coffee and even better desserts, made fresh by yours truly.

I want more spontaneity in my life. And more romance. Spontaneous romance even. I'm not the soppiest girl in the world, but all girls like it from time to time.

I want my own place. Somewhere I can decorate to my liking. Somewhere I can come home to and feel at ease.

I want to share that place. I want to be in a situation where I can share that home.

I want the ability to make all these wants become realities.

90's Revival

Followed a trail of links today which brought me to this. I loved Ace of Base when I was a younger. Still do to be fair. Anyway I started clicking even more links and found Scatman, 5ive, LFO, Shaggy, No Mercy and way too many other random bands I loved in school. Not all of them could be classed as good music, but they are still the kinds of songs that get me dancing and smiling. Which is no mean feat these days.

I've been discussing modern society with my mother this evening, and I've come to a conclusion. This is one bloody scary world. I mean, I'm not at the point where walking out the door and down the main street worries me, but I will admit that the thought of living in a bigger city or country does cause concern. Not that it's going to be happening any time soon, but its one of those lingering things in my mind.

I was going to write more but time seems to have escaped me.

Snow in March.

Its snowing. Today is the 29th of March and we have a snow storm raging outside the window. A storm is the only appropriate word for whats going on. It's been windy and wild all day, and since nightfall it has started to snow. The snow is swirling around in waves and the cars across the road are now white all down one side. It's a bit chaotic. And yet very captivating to watch.

Anyway...enough of the weather. Not a lot has changed in the last month. David O'Doherty was hilarious. Really enjoyed that night out. Work is the same, home is the same. Still not sleeping very well. Especially not the last few nights. But hopefully I'll be so tired when I get to bed tonight that I'll fall straight to sleep.

Booked tickets last night to go see Dara O'Briain live in July. Four tickets, two of us going. The other two are for whoever is free the week leading up to it.

Going to a wedding in a few weeks in England. Looking forward to it, though it's going to be a little bit peculiar. For one thing, its the first wedding I've been invited to that wasn't a relative. For another, I will only know the groom and the bestman. I haven't yet met the bride. I've spoken with her, but not met her. And lastly, though it sounds a bit cruel, I didn't think that of the three of us - groom, bestman and myself - that he would be the first to get married. He's a wonderful guy, and I am over the moon for him, but I just didn't expect it. Though having said that, I don't know who I thought would be.

Getting to that age where friends are getting married and having babies. Its a bit weird. I barely know what I want to do in six months time, let alone for the rest of my life.

Comics and such.

I'm sat watching some random movie about cops and time travel, knowing that I should go to bed but somehow unable to bring myself to get up off the couch. I know I should, work beckons at 10am, but I just don't want to. I never want to. And then, the following morning, I never want to get out of bed. I'm not sure why. Part of me thinks it has something to do with the lack of company. My bed might be small but being by myself it always feels massive. Doesn't help that I seem to sleep better and feel more rested if I've slept beside Batman.

Went to see Ardal O'Hanlon a couple of weeks ago in Waterford. He was pretty good. Not great but good. His support was awful though. Planning on going to see David O'Doherty next week, crossing my fingers that he'll be better. I do love his dry sarcastic humour, and his casio songs. So should be good fun.

Limbo limbo limbo

Its been a while since I've written here, kinda forget it exists from time to time. But someone reminded me recently so now that I have some time to kill I thought I'd write.

I'm currently in Hull, and I've been here since Dec 30th. Seems like a long time ago to be honest. I was due to go home two days ago, but postponed my flight for several reasons. Primarily to keep searching for jobs, but secondly to spend some more time with Batman. Although I'm wondering if it was worth it, since I seem to be spending alot of my time upset or by myself. The by myself bit I was expecting, Batman has essays to do for next week, and I get that. Its just a bit lonlier than I was expecting.

I don't feel like I fit in here anymore. I've sort of reverted back into my shell by being at home for so long, so my friends that are still here are mostly a little bit too 'out there' for me. I don't play video games so that kind of cuts out about 80% of conversation topics too. So now I don't fit in anywhere, I'm in a kind of limbo. Beginning to wonder if my being here is a bad idea, and if it is, is my plan of moving here even worth thinking about any more?

Girlie Trip

Edinburgh was fantastic. Again! I love that city. The girls had either not been there or not been there for a long time so we did all the touristy stuff again. Which isn't a bad thing, nothing felt boring or repetitive to me. We did do some things I hadn't done before, which was also great.

A new thing for me was the Ghost Tour, which I would recommend to anyone going. One of the girls said she is delighted she went on it, but would never go on one again. I loved it. I always thought I didn't like horror, but the gorey blood and guts type of horror, turns out that the traditional ghost story freaks me out too, when told properly anyway. Our guide was a proper scotsman, by the name of Euan, who knew dates and placenames and surnames for each story. The particular tour we took had us travel beneath the city into the vaults which once housed wine cellars, gambling halls, illegal taverns and occassionally bodies that had been snatched from nearby graveyards. And when I closed my eyes in bed that night all I could see was the old stone walls of the vaults. It kinda freaked me out. But thoroughly enjoyable.