So I said to the_wanlorn "You know what I love in a TV show? Ladies who kick lots of ass while being emotionally constipated. Also, ambiguous-to-evil guys who aren't in that many episodes but occasionally have to work with the good guys (yes it's specific, but you'd be surprised at how often that exact thing comes up) especially if he kind of fancies said kick ass lady and she can't stand him. Find me one of those!"

I didn't even start on my love of muppets. You guys. It's Blake's 7 with added muppets.

1} I am so drun right now. I think I charned our sponsor into giving us more monehy, but rkght now I could not tell you WHAT I asked of the poor mam

2) I think I agreeed to a threesome witrh mhy friend and her boyfriend? IDEK. It was a,lomgg night.

It turns out you can, in fact, have a conversation about the zombie apocalypse IRL! You just have to start talking to a couple of teenies perusing gas masks in the Army and Navy shop.

Also, this is getting a tad out of hand.

She says, on her way out the door to a French flag burning party.

Hey, remember when I got really drunk at my football end of season party? Well the guy from the Irish Post newspaper was there. Apparently we were entertaining enough for nearly a whole page.



Lisa's mother is going to kill her.

Hey, remember when I blew through almost three seasons of Supernatural in like a week, got incredibly pissed off with it and vowed never to watch again unless they brought Jo and the Trickster back?

Well, they brought Jo and the Trickster back.

SPN seems to have improved. A little. I kind of love Castiel. And I still love the Trickster. Also: look they didn't make it up. Nutcracker is a real show!



I really hate the Winchesters.

Watching Groundhog Day until my dad came in and said "wasn't this on last night?" and I was trying to figure out if he'd mixed up the plot and real life and was going senile or something.

He was watching Ghostbusters last night and is apparently just confused by the presence of Bill Murray.

Also: look at the prettiest sheep!

We had our presentation evening tonight. I came second in player of the year. IDEK. On my best day I am like sixth best player, I swear. We have three ENgland netballers! And my poor parents stayed for the whole thing. They wreent the only parents there, but they don't even drink /o\ and there's this pole in the pub, and theu sat right in front of it and my one freind (who rly rly remids me of the girl in leverage) dsecided to do pole dancing. And when we got home, my dad went "well none of you got THAT drunk" and I went "hee hee hee hee no".

I think my cover is blown thar.

the_wanlorn calls it 'eyebleeding'. I expect to get sick of it within a week and make everything grey.

But look! I made a three column layout without having to fuck around with alphas, betas and gammas! They confuse me :(

Also, I went running for and hour and a half today. OHGODKILLMENOW.

You guys, small children are hilarious. Especially when you don’t particularly like the person who’s supposed to be looking after them and they’re smart enough to be naughty on command.

My mum had a go on my cousin’s quad bike. She got about five metres and ran straight into his van. His parked van. I cried laughing.

Then I went to Dublin and drank for four days straight. I had the best tickets ever for the match. Seriously, I found the seat, looked up and assumed I was in the wrong place.

( I took so many pictures )

My friend got right up close to one of the Cork players and asked if she could take a picture of him. He told her to fuck off. I’m sure no Kerry player would have done that!

Then there was alcohol. Lots of it. Things to know about Dublin:

1) When you get kicked out of a pub in Temple Bar for throwing fruit at someone wearing a Dublin shirt (look, they had oranges in a bowl with a sign saying ‘please take one!’ What did they think was going to happen?) you get kicked out of every pub in Temple Bar, because they all have radios.

2) When you get kicked off a Dublin bus for being drunk, you can just get the next one. At about four or five in the afternoon oh God.

3) You can’t get served while wearing a Kerry shirt. You have to give a friend your money for the round.

Sunday night was crazy, because all the football people were still out. We ended up between a group of Cork boys and a group of Kerry boys. They had a dance off. An actual dance off. I’ve never seen one before.

We got a hold of one of the little Kerry make up packs that give you a stripe of green and gold face paint, and we went up to every red shirt in the club, told them they had something on their face and then swiped them. One of them took a swing at Ash and I had to put him in a head lock to get him off her.

We got two apartments between us, and on Monday night I was out with the girls in the other one. I had to leave the door unlocked for the ones in mine, and as soon as I went to sleep they sneaked in and turned every stick of furniture except the bed I was in upside down.



I slept through the whole thing.

I'm off to Ireland tomorrow morning. I've packed lots of books for Mayo (oh dear God, Mayo is a boring place) and then I'm going to Dublin for the weekend. Dublin sucks! But I have a ticket for the football final, which I've always wanted to go to.