buenas noches

i just finished cutting up my BBC logo!!! i'm so talented.. it took me forever. but it looks perfect! just a few more props to organize and i should go to bed.
its damn late.
tomorrow/today will be fun :]


how long can a cold last, eh? i swear i've got mine for at least two weeks now.. going on three weeks i think.. its terrible. i'm beginning to wonder if maybe i have some sort of hay fever.. but would i still be sneezing during the night if it's hay fever..? who knows..



oiche mhaith

a tiny storm in my teacup

day seven and i'm over it. indeed, my stomach hurts but i'm not thinking about it anymore. i eat two times a day (brekkie and dinner) and drink tea or water.

the weather is gorgeous. i was out all day looking for a sweatband that i didnt get anywhere..! i cant believe it. i found one which cost too much and that's it, so long to my idea of dressing up well for the play tomorrow..

i'm off to make a bbc logo.

adieu

such a lovely day

it's the fourth day in a row where i'm living on rusks (or dry toasted sort of bread..) one in the morning and one for dinner. and tea. two max per day. and i'm taking pills for my stomach obviously.
i'm starting to get sick of this now.
its nice to see my weight drop though, but goodness i'd love to devour a cake right now..

the weather is fantastic today.
went out into my garden and fell asleep for an hour!



anyone want to exchange stomachs with me??

long road to ruin

"there are many who can string grammar together, few who can weave words into tapestry" - joe's mother-

it was all about grammar today, who knows how it went, my sentences went ok but the theory - i messed it up :( muddled it all up and realised after the test that i wrote a load of bull. obviously not on purpose, i was dead sure i was right. but having heard other's answers i smacked myself with disbelief. uhh.

having family and friends around for the evening is great.. but not when you have two test the following day. i was bombarded with requests, questions and stories from everyone. just now did i sit down and open my book. damn. i think i won't go to sleep tonight...

anyone care to keep me company.. gladly get in touch with you via gg/skype/facebook /last.fm whatever!! please...?! anyone.....?

have a laff

teehee

craptacular

my cat's missing.



i'm about to cry.


E D I T : my cat returned safely home in the late hours of the evening [9:30pm] but surprisingly he wouldn't let us in on where he was gone for all those hours. silly cat. me loves him. very much so.

let me go, cut me off, exile me

we've done better
we've been better
and we could be better
but we wont..
and i'll be back
with all the worlds meaningless regrets
trying to let you let you know
i'm sorry

i love
and love isn't destined
it's desired and compelled
not freely given
and too often withheld
i'll search with my head neglecting my heart

you think you should be throwing away all that was made
blistering the memories that have already begun to fade
for the greater good

i get purchased but always left unopened

i know you're probably right but we both can be wrong
left with the never ending night
and kept awake for far too long

its time to sit tight and make use of what this just may be

we sure are cute for two ugly people

so the irishman has been confirmed to be "absofuckinglutely gorgeous"
i'm a happy kitty, but for how long?
i would like to be in dublin right now
who knows what i'd be up to..

he's handsome.
and i'm in love with how i feel.
we agreed to him being my [now not so secret] part time lover

and i'm proud to say that i have premium membership to the most exclusive club ever created by one of the most spectatulastic [blending..deviation..] people to walk on this earth.. be jealous. i'm sure you'll hear about us soon.

yes, irish is the way to go. so go figure.



scriobh chugam go luath
oiche mhaith

the world knows your pain and heartache

but it does not care, for it is not their burden


oh how horribly true those words of wisdom are..
i'm currently intoxicating my mind with ost songs
i've managed to prepare a heck of a fantastic lesson for my lovely teenagers tomorrow
i wish i had a spare day and i would watch p.s. i love you all day long...
goodness, how that film touched me
it moved me to the point that i know i will marry an irishman ;) don't you dare laugh - i'll prove you all wrong and i will..

i cant wait for that day to happen
but i cant wait even more for the summer..
[i'd love to live in the countryside in ireland]


now let me say goodbye and go off to dreamland
where my secret ireland awaits me along with a few irish hunks eager to show me that not all irishmen are bastards who are only out there to use women..




i know its hard it gets tough sometimes
you gotta hold on, like a carousel
going around & around & around & around

this is not like home

i cried my eyes out watching p.s. i love you.. and then i decided i wanted to cry some more so i watched juno.. ended up going to bed a 4 am.
i know i cry for every reason, for every thing..but seriously those films were good..

sobbing to my pillow.
i asked myself why i'm so unhappy.
where is my home?
what does the future hold?

the only answers that came to my mind were: not here, not in this country, not now.. i deserve better, i deserve absolute devotion, adoration, i should be endeavoured.. i should be.. but i'm not.

i have a thing for irish men.
i want to find myself in ireland one day..
that would be magical.

[dreams...]

whilst sneezing, lying in bed under the covers and snotting all the tissues

i'm hurting inside, each day that passes i still think of him, of all the times. it seems pathetic i know. but this is the deepest hurt i've felt. i just want him back so badly but cant have him ever again. it's driving me insane. and it hurts.

apart from the usual crying and wailing for lost love that still burns in me..
i've done a hell of a lot o' learning for tests to come so i'm pretty happy about that..
but how will that help me with getting over the flu? and getting over my emotions?

i'm gonna eat chocolate today.
i dont care.

one thing makes me happy - i have london planned for 9th july..i cannot express my delight in going back..

my mantra : summer come faster please, i wanna be in london

down with the flu

it all started the day before yesterday about half past six in the evening when my sister suddenly started sneezing uncontrollably and her germs spread all over the house.
this morning i felt fine.
as time went on and writing my in-class approached, my nose started feeling funny and my eyes felt tired. on my way home i complained to a dear friend of mine how terribly sleepy i was.
now, the time has come when i have become aware that my eyes are burning, wet and dreary, my head seems to be on fire every sound sends bolts of pain to my brain, my teeth are chattering, my muscles ache and walking is really really hard, not to mention the occasional shivers.

bring on the tissues.
tomorrow shall be fun.
trust my luck being ill when the sun finally comes out and winter has truly left.

and i wonder...

i ran across the empty roads.
empty roads
my bleeding heart

(she refused to see
he refused to let her, completely)

and here, i waited,
always waited

(she always waited,
it never mattered)

my thoughts lingered
never a notice, in my direction.
too busy, sickened.


tell me, why... tell me
the truth.

(his answer was never yes,
never yes, never no.
he dragged her love around,
she..)

he knew it, he
knew how i was,
how i always wanted to know,
but
(he was dust)
he didn’t care.

and, really, the saddest part of it all was that i wasn’t sad

i told him that i hated him, and
he never showed me love ever again.



i believed we were born to meet each other
never before, had such a thought crossed my mind.
but it became so,
who we are,
as we were born,
as we became
it was all, so we could
meet each other
and that was that.
never to fall in love
never to have a fight
never to forget.

just to meet,
and let that
be that.

This must end,

for his memory,

I must forget.

hey tranny

so i've finally freed myself from watching season four of project runway and my word - was that some show! the finale was amazing..i would wear any of rami's clothes, not to mention christian's..
but getting back to reality (which hurts insanely, it's merciless, as a multitude of tests is coming up..) argh!

let it be.

cracow tomorrow.

i'm addicted to pr.. i feel the lack of episodes.. i'm off to bed. kiss kiss.