daisy

I never know quite where to start. Which is usually why my blogs are so rambling.

Perhaps we should add a little bit of chronologicality to my ramblings?

The boy from my last blog turned out to be a donkey. Don't they always? I've not heard from him much since our date. Which was the best date i've had in the last 2 years, so i think that says more about how low my standards are then anything else. Oh well.

I passed my exams. Spectacularly. I am VERY happy, as i really put in an awful lot of work. And my results really showed that. Now i only have 2 exams left, i cannot describe the relief i feel saying that.

So, after my results, i went out to celebrate. Me and my best friend, John, went to the pub. We were having a lovely evening. John got slightly carried away at one point, and as he was dancing about, he fell over a barstool. He said his back hurt,and me being the typical best friend, told him to shut up moaning, and sit down. And we kept drinking. The next morning he rung me from the emergency room..... He hurt his back really badly. Which officially makes me the worst best friend in the world, ever. He was off work for the last week,. i broke my best friend,eeeep.

It's that time of the year again. The build up to the eurovision. I do love it, i have no shame whatsoever about this fact. Ireland has won the eurovision more than any other country. We own that contest. But last year, well, last year was not our finest moment. We came last. So, we can really do no worse than that, so this is what the great Irish public voted as our eurovision song:


So, like i mentioned in my last blog, my love life is a disaster. And it's gotten me ever so slightly down. But i was talking to someone recently, and they sort of made me think about things in a whole new way. This guy is a great, lovely guy, who was left by someone i thought knew better. Anyway, that's not for here. But he said to me, that people always say the reason people like me get dicked over os cuz i'm too nice, too honest, too loyal, too genuine, and that's not true. He told me not to be ashamed of those traits, and to not ever change them. And while my love life IS a disaster, i can be proud, that despite being let down, and crushed time and time again, i still manage to remain those things. That's something to be proud of.

My blogs are always really serious, and then when people meet me, they expect this serious, emo head. And i'm goofy and loud, and giddy.

I've taken a whole night off, no study, no gym. Just sitting on my ass. I'm going to go do it in style. I shall drink tea, and eat cake to beat the band.

Night so. Fill me in on what you lovely lot have been up to...