"Laughing my ass off, rolling on the floor, biting the carpet, scaring the cat, nearly dying by falling out of the window in front of a guy who looks like Bill Gates, who then horrified runs out on the street and is accidentally killed by a yellow bulldozer." Never again will I say "lol".
Customer: “Oh, okay.”
TS: “Can you show me where your software installation CDs are?”
Customer: “My what?”
TS: “The CDs that your office software came on when you first bought them.”
Customer: “Oh, I threw those out.”
TS: “Why? Was there something wrong with them?”
Customer: “No, of course not. I installed the software and then threw out the empty discs.”
Found on http://notalwaysright.com
Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know, it's at newstomakeyousmile.wordpress.com.
All will be explained there, I suppose,
Anyway,
Tarrah for now,
Maebh, xxx
- Mood:
cheerful
Full of poncy ponces, especially the french dude hawking wine...With his ridiculously teensy glasses, and his poncy suit...
And everyone who wasn't a ponce was just there to quaff as much free wine as they could (they were out of luck at the Olio & Farina stand, lol, they were frigging charging for their tasting!)
But it was quite fun, actually.
I liked the part in the cafe when a guy was told there was no pork on, and he replied "What, no bacon?" to be told, erm, no. Then he paused and said, "Okay, so can I have ham then?" to be told, erm, no, ham's pork too, dude....
And the pissed guy at the cooking demo, who hogged all the samples...Even to the point of excluding his wife...lol..
And the drunk old lady was quite funny too, she seemed to be everywhere! And leaning over asking me questions in whispers everybody could hear, lol. "What's this?!?" (pointing at the chorizo) "But I thought we weren't to eat any sausages!" (spitting it back into the bowl) "Oh, it's just Irish pork! Oh that's okay then!" (picking it back out of the bowl, putting it back in her mouth, then deciding she just didn't like it and putting it back in the bowl)....
Irish peoples are mad....
And no, we can't eat any pork. Because some company that makes feed for animals decided it didn't want to follow rules set out in 1979 cuz it didn't feel like it. So now lots of people are really pissed off, and rightly so.
Anyway, gotta go tidy,
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
Going to Amsterdam to celebrate and see my lovely brother, should be funzors..
Aaaaand...that's about it.
Anyway, apart from that I'm playing lots of Warcraft with Jay, and I'm off to Mayo for two weeks in an hour or so.
Just thought I'd post for once, lol...
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
I'm not explaining why.
I'm just stating my feelings.
Going to go try and calm down and stop behaving irrationally.
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
I love University.
Apart from that, UCD's a bollox, and I'm not quite sick but I don't feel well either...
I need to go to history..
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
I've been sick for weeks.
Gah.
I hate the 'flu. I hate the wench who passed it on to me. I hate that my damned immune system has been so weak since the start of term and I hate that this "clean slate" and "fresh start" with college is so far entailing missing about half my lectures and having to procure doctor's notes. *sigh*
Despite my good intentions, I'm becoming a little swamped by it all.
But other than that, life is just swell ^__^
Here endeth the "I'm not dead" entry
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
I let my friend and her little sister chop about a foot off it. So it's no longer long and straggly, it is just over shoulder-length and perty. And I have a side fringe. Haven't had a fringe since I was about twelve...
In other news, there is none.
Westport is just as annoyingly tourist-y and fake-happy as I remember it.
And I'm wasting money.
Hope you're all enjoying your summer..
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
It's a conspiracy, I tells ya. It can't possibly be July...
And I don't like to make sweeping generalisations at the best of times, but frustration and anger are driving me to do so when I say what kind of nutjob actually wants to isolate themself like this?
Seriously, why with the driving and the having to plan the slightest social meeting, and the lack of facilities, and the lack of people you've never met and the lack of anything to talk about except things like the price of petrol or so-and-so down the road...?
Okay, so there are gonna be people I don't really want to talk to wherever I go, but it's so much easier to avoid them in a city...
Anyway, apart from the frustration at being in Achill I'm alright, I guess.
I broke the string on my pendant, which means my throat and chest feel horribly exposed and I have nothing to play with idly. I didn't notice that I move my hand to it all the time, out of habit. It feels weird because I haven't gone longer than a few minutes not wearing it for years...
I'm reading an odd lil' book called The Plato Papers, which I recommend although I'm not sure why. Oh, and Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman, because I was reminded of it last night and I thought it was worth re-reading.
Got a new phone, as the old one was well and truly dead. It's oh-so-prettiful, and I like it, which is saying something, because I don't really like mobiles..
Been scrawling random scraps of poetry. It's abysmal, and I'm not showing it to anyone because I don't want to, but it's siphoning off some of the feeling of wanting to write something..anything..
Argh...I would say other things but I'm thinking of making my blog more public in general so I'll save it for the paper diary which is getting more attention lately...
Boring...boring...boring...
But I can't think of anything...So...I'll go read your journals and relish the short time I can spend online....
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
Got three minutes left online...Had one hour in the last week...
But seriously, I have nothing to blog about anyway. I'm still in Achill. Still with the parents. Still with no means of transport or real communication with the outside world. No job and no people.
But it's all good. I'm trying to write and failing miserably.
I'm re-reading old favourite books.
And I'm mulling and musing over lots of memories from the last year. I seem to have internalised a rather sensible voice. I'm thinking it's probably a mix of friends and exes who gave me advice over the last few months. I don't really know how to say that clearer but aaaanyway....
It's raining. It's pouring. It's boring. It's bemusing. I can't understand why anyone would want to live here. I'm baffled by my parents. I'm longing for real conversation.
And there aren't any jugglers.
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
Okay, so I'm still in Mayo. (Well, I'm in Galway very briefly right now). My typing's gone to hell from lack of use, my stuff is all in Dublin. I could keep whining but I don't want to use up any more money on this godforsaken computer in this internet cafe.
Anyway, just wanted to reassure people I'm still alive.
Just about.
Bella had babies, Sam's jealous. There were six but now there are three and I think some drowning was involved. *cyber vomit at the idea of killing puppies*
Erm...not much else, really. I'm gonna be in Achill til mid August, methinks. I'm getting a job in a callcentre (no one say it's the devil's work, I already know this and I'm going up the walls with nothing to do, so just don't say anything)...
But I'll be up 'n' down to Baile Atha Cliath as soon as I get the money.
Now, my most pressing matter is which pub to go have a quiet pint in while I wait for my dad to stop idolising planes in Salthill, and whether or not to buy a graphic novel of Lucifer Morningstar....
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
- Location:Galway
- Mood:
blah
The Street Performance World Championship..(their bebo page is in my friends on my profile)..
It's the 15th to 17th of June...
Lots of juggling, clowning, acrobatics, awe-inspiring acts.
Well, I'll be in awe. Probably sobbing because I'll never in my wildest dreams be able to match their juggling skills.
So...I have to book tickets (they're free but you still need to book) and I'm wondering if any of ye people want to accompany me. I warn you, if you think me juggling is silly, you won't like it...
I'm booking four tickets, so the first three of my friends to ask can come. I suppose, if there's anyone else desperate to go then I can book more. I'm just planning for four at most though, because that's how many fits on their ticket page, and I can't see y'all being terribly enthusiastic.
But I really wanna go...
So, if you think it'd be a bit of craic (and it will) tell me and I'll get to booking these tickets...
Bye for now,
Maebh, xxx
| You Are 52% Pure |
 You're not so innocent... in fact, you're quite unpure. You have seen and experience a lot. And you're no worse for the wear! |
But at least the music I'm listening to is great. The Mighty Stef.
Sounds very Nick Cave-ish. Must research this more thoroughly...
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You are The Moon
Hope, expectation, Bright promises.
The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.
The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
- Location:in my kitchen, ucd
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:The Beatles
One should be able to see this on my userinfo. I can't. I don't even know if there's anything showing here.
I hate computers.
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