It's A New Dawn, It's A New Day.

Now I've got no heart left to ache.

2010 ended on a weird note. I spoke to my ex on the phone while he drunkenly walked around his friend's castle in his pajamas and wondered should he get more beer. He threw out a comment about it being a two-way street, and he might be making fuck all effort, but I was making none. It sounded like a very old, very familiar argument between myself and him.

My brother was home, as was my sister (though that is nothing new). I saw him a little bit, but I guess that is just how it works. We all miss him, we all want to spend time with him. So in the end, there's only a little bit of time. It's kind of weird, you know? To have known someone your entire life but at the same time, not really know them.

Here I am again, trying to relearn how to breathe.

On New Year's Eve, I headed out to the Store with the Clodagh one. The one thing that is guaranteed when Clodagh and I head out together, is that we will get very drunk and we will do stupid, hilarious, memorable things.

That night was no different. First of all, we arrived early so no one we knew was about yet. There was also no seats. I spotted a bench with enough room for two of us to squeeze in should I be able to convince the lads around that table to let us. Which I did, of course. That table also scored us a few free pints, and Clodagh and I (accidentally) letting on that we were teachers. Which was about the time we found out those lads were late twenties-thirties. Lovely guys, but I decided wandering outside to where (now) all my friends were might be an idea.

I gave Ronan his Christmas present (Battenburg cake), so if he ever whines about that again, I'm pretty sure I can slap him. Excellent.

Frank was pretty gone by the time I was talking to him. Especially after Ronan explained the bad bad situation, which involved Frank and a forbidden girl. Out of bounds. I still have to kick his ass.

Some weirdly unexpected outcomes came out of that night too. One came about pretty much due to Frank pestering me to get some confidence in the previous days, which led to me biting the bullet. I'm pretty happy about that, but whatever.

Clodagh disappeared (actually, it was probably me who disappeared... I always disappear) but I found her again, touching John's face as she does. When we walked to the taxi, she took off her heels. She seems to do that a lot when she's drunk.

It was a good night anyway, despite my horrible disappointment with Francis Roddy.

Life is fine, no matter how hard you fight.

New year's resolutions... Well I've only got one; stop overthinking. Not as Clodagh suggested, "Don't think at all"- that always lands me in trouble. Maybe if I stop overthinking every little thing, I won't be so paranoid about just about everything.

You're a beast in a woman's frame.

Oh, I had a really weird dream to the other night. It involved me sprinting all over town, trying to get away from a disabled muslim, who was trying to ask me out, while I screamed "I WILL NEVER COMMIT."

So I guess I still have my issues then.

Productiveness.

Studying business is mega boring. Also, I should actually be studying maths.

I'm watching The Ellen Degeneres Show which is not distracting me from said study at all. Clearly. I love Ellen. She makes me laugh far too much.

I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. Cut and highlights again, because my roots are pretty bad at the minute. I haven't had my hair done since August, which is probably awful for my hair. Going into town will actually convince me to get out of my pajamas. It's like the fourth snowday, I'm getting cabin fever. I've watched up to the current episode of Castle. As much as I love Nathan Fillion, this is bad guys. Real bad!

I've also drank like a gallon of tea in the past few days. I'm totally not meant to drink it with my stomach condition, but I just can't give it up. I know, it's the caffeine.

Right, shit blog, I'll let you get on with your lives (:

Ri. x

No Complications And Teasing Is Cruel..

I'm trying to come to a happy ground of no complications. Of course, when your life, for some reason or another, remains full of drama and piled up crap, this isn't the easiest goal to achieve. At the minute I have only one wall to get over, and that's getting her out of my head once and for all. Easier said then done when I'm of two minds about that. One part of me says "Fuck her! She's not worth this" and the other says "That's not the point. She's what you want." And she is that. But she comes with all the stuff I don't want too. But I'm almost there. Soon... If something else doesn't crop up.

Richie is currently teasing me by cutting his hair short and pointing out he looks like Chuck. As much as I adore him, I am not happy about this. Chuck is fit. He should know better. Richie is one of those people I have an odd relationship with. I do enjoy it though.

General blog about nothing.

I'm having a duvet day today... I believe it is needed, I've been drunk way too much recently! Going to have to clean out some parts of my room to get moneys of the mothership so I can afford next week.

Someday, I'm going to blog drunk. And it'll be awesome.

"Write drunk, edit sober"- Ernest Hemingway.

x

Seriously, Is There Not Like A Cleaning Fairy Or Something?!

I'm cleaning.

(Well obviously, now I'm typing; I'm meant to be cleaning).

I hate cleaning. Hate isn't even a strong enough word for how much I despise cleaning.

I should probably mention, I'm sick and cleaning. C'mon, like. Give me a break.

But the Cleaning Nazi has ordered it so. (She also goes by Mam, Mother, Ma...)

To understand why I don't like cleaning so much, you should probably see the floor of my bedroom. Or not see it, as the case would be. I have a picture somewhere, but I'd rather no one left my blog in horror and disgust- as some surely would.

It's not even a disgusting mess. There's nothing extraordinary growing here, no new plant, no new form of the plaque... It's just... Clothes and books. I've too many of each. I've no where to put them. I have problems when it comes to clothes and books.

I have three bookcases and five big boxes for my books. Still not enough room. I should probably just throw out my childhood favourites, but they hold sentimental value, man! Besides when I'm sick, like I am now, I completely regress back into my childhood. (I spent the last two days watching Disney films- proudly).

And as for clothes.... One wardrobe and a chest of drawers is not gonna do it. I have a lot of clothes. I like clothes. I don't like silly little designer crap, that looks the exact same as Penneys clothes does except it says "Abercrombie" or "Lacoste" or some shite on it. I like clothes from those little Asian shops, where everything is like two euro and amazing.

Mam doesn't understand this though. "You have lots of clothes you don't wear anymore." It's true, I do. But clothes I stopped wearing three years ago, because I just thought they weren't the style or the look or the whatever I was going for, I'm wearing now. It's called recycling my clothes. I can't throw them out. Think of all the money I'd spend when i get bored of my "recent" wardrobe. It'd be awful.

Yeah, I'm sorry Readers. That was a bit of a waste-of-space blog. But it did stop me cleaning for about ten minutes...

What else could stop me from cleaning? Food. Eating food. I must do that now.

Till next time,

Rii. x