Well then......

Ya, you can ignore that last blog, and it's emoness. I've been having a bit of a bad run for the last few weeks, it happens to everyone, and it's not the end of the world. I was just focusing on only the bad things, there are good things aswell, so that's what this blog is going to be. I'm not a whiny, emo, miserable git. And i forget that all too often lately.

SO.......GOOD THINGS.

I was a bit upset during the week, and i talked to my friend John. Upset is the wrong word. I can't think of a word that describes it better, perhaps disappointed. Who cares? Anyway, i talked to John, and was having the "ugh i'm so repulsive, i've been single for 2 years, i must be the ugliest girl in the world, ever" moment. And john just asked me straight how many real life boys have asked me out in the last week, and i said 2, and he asked why i'd said no, and it just slipped out. Cuz i'm not ready for a real life relationship. And it's the first time that's hit me. And i'm not ready. And now that i know that, i'm less.....again with the not knowing words. I'm less worried. That's not 100%, but we'll go with it. I'm not ready for anything in real life, so why'm i getting myself all bent out of shape over internets. That's not a dig at anyone in particular, it's just an observation.

I got my books for my next semester exams. I'm not freaking out. They look do-able. I started working tonight too. There was LOADS going on tonight, and i turned down lots of offers, and stayed home, and studied. How dedicated am i?

I stretched my ear up to 20mm. I always said i'd stop at 10mm, then 15mm, and i said definatly 20mm. Now that i'm there, i'm thinking maybe bigger?????? It's so cute though.

I got the insurance on my car sorted. So i can drive again. Which is good. In cork there are a grand total of 2 people who're into pop punk, me and a boy called Conor. Me and Conor used to go out a million years ago, but that was a disaster, but we still sit in the pub, and talk shit about all these bands that no-one else in the pub has ever heard of. Ya, ok, we like cheesy pop, but we REALLY do. I'm not ashamed of my pop punk love, and neither is he, so we get on. Anyway, we were talking last week and he mentioned fenix tx, and i'd forgotton how much i LOVE that band, so i grabbed a fenix tx cd, and went for a drive, and sang my little heart out along as i drove around. I look like a lunatic driving, but it always cheers me right up.

I can do anything i put my mind to. That's not sheer arrogance. I can. I just find i can't put my mind to a lot. I have a VERY short attention span. My friends joke that i get distracted by shiny things. It's not far off the truth.

Me and John joined a new gym. It's very nice. We joined as a couple. He still managed to pick up a boy in the bathroom. I wish i was gay sometimes, he makes it look piss easy.

On my drive last night i ended up at a shopping centre. I bought some life essentials.Glittery pink scarf. Glittery grey gloves. Slipper socks, that are the COOLEST things ever. And underwear. I'm not one to bring with you anywhere in case of emergency.

I used to live with a boy called Damien. He was a spanner. And he used to only drink earl grey tea, and we all thought he was the biggest gimp ever for this fact. Now i love earl grey tea, and everytime i drink of it, i think of him, and laugh to myself. He was a muppet.

I cut my fringe every saturday. It's part of my routine. Also part of my routine is realising i've cut too much, and it's not straight, and the subsequent panic. Every saturday my friends get texts from me freaking out over my fringe. My friends hate my fringe, for this reason. Right now i have sexy hair. This entails my fringe pinned back off my face, so i look like some middle aged lady. The first person who points out i am a middle aged lady will be in so mcuh fucking trouble.

I SEEM to always have an internet crush. This isn't true. I have had a grand total of 5 internet crushes. My original, and best internet crush was a boy called Neil. He's lovely. He was lovely 5 years ago when we met, and he's still lovely. We lost contact for a while, but we found each other again last year. And we started to lose contact again, so we're making a huge effort not to. I'd be sad not having Neil in my life again. I love my texts from him every night asking how my day was.

I'm not emo. Honest. I'm a goofy, honest girl. Sometimes too goofy, sometimes too honest, but y'know what, i like me. And that's really all anyone can hope for, so i'm doing pretty good in the grand scheme of things.

Maybe some fenix tx will cheer you lot up too. Alright dodgy videos aside, you HAVE to love them...



This may be the longest blog ever, but no emo to be seen. No way. I'm SO over the emo scene.......