BFFLz XxXxXxXxX

After a night out a few weeks ago, Craig and I got a taxi home. I was feeling abit weird all night, and then in the taxi I went a bit insane and thought I was going to float out through the ceiling or something. We got out up at the top of our road and I sat down, feeling all woozy and like, I don't know, my heart was clawing it's way up through my throat, kicking me along the way. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and said 'Oh, I'm definitely going to be sick', and stood up. Craig was in the process of saying 'Do you want to go down a lane or something?', and as I started to shake my head, all hell broke loose. I'll spare you the gorey details but it was pretty violent (HAHA). I vommed up an entire Jambon, and the whole time I stood there, bent over, screaming 'WHYYYY!!???', Craig laughed, and laughed and laughed, and cried, and laughed. Of course hearing him laugh made me laugh, which made me choke, and I was still trying desperately to finish my cigarette. It was all very messy. The moral of the story is if it was anyone else that stood there crying tears of joy while my insides ended up on my outsides, I'd probably punch them.

When the whole ordeal was over, Craig just turns to me and goes 'I've never seen anything like that, it was like eels coming out of your mouth.'. HAHAHAHAHA. DELISH.




xXxXxX **************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Luv U bAbYgrrrrl 4eva n AlwaYz ~~~~******* xXxXx

DELICIOUS!

There is no way I'm bothered to talk about the past while as much as I usually would, YOU ARE LUCKY. I've been feeling a bit crap the past few days, but I'm finally getting back into the swing of things, I think. Part 1 of my gigantic New Years Resolutions list is gradually being fulfilled, I've started taking more photos, not for the sake of documentation, but for the sake of actually creating something that looks nice, so I guess that's good. Anyway, who cares, because I can't really put together everything that's happened since the last time I dropped by, look at some photos from after nights out, when people are chillin' in foody places. Namely The Harcourt Diner, and MacDonalds. I think they usually have a nice little feel to them or something, real chill and that. The first few are from The Harcourt Diner after CUNT last week. All I wanted to do was sleep, and Stevie and Ciaran were all on their phones, and Tim was dissappeared for ages buying smokes and Clay was awesome and bought my cheezay chips. DELISH.









Aheeeee. So this week I told myself I wasn't going to go out, and I was going to stay in and save money. BUT NO. I ended up going out more than I usually would. So two days after CUNT, Lauren and I decided to go to the Shaw, and for some reason thought it'd be a grand old idea to get hammered. In the Shaw. What? Yes. Afterwards I made my second appearance in the Harcourt Diner in three days (scarlet), when we were leaving the prick at the till had the cheek to say 'Ok See you tomorrow'. I was like WHUT. NO. and yes these are all of Lauren. Except for the ones of me, obviously.









I went out on Friday, but didn't stick around afterwards, I walked out by myself at 2AM, and went and got a nitelink. So now photos of that incredibly uneventful night at all, except for one of Matthew Feeney's MUM (who showed up halfway through the night to pee) and James O'N, which is the gassest thing ever. But yeah. No other photos. And Saturday was my first EVER Come as Soon as You Hear experience, which I enjoyed thoroughly, and while everyone else went back to some bangin' party, I fucked off to MacDonalds with Ciaran, Stephen and Craig to watch them eat while I stared at the 2 euro I had to my name that had to go towards a taxi. Not that I was too upset, I probably wouldn't have bought anything there anyway, GROSS. Also, we had a Britney Spears mask. Which made everything more hilarious. BRITNEY CAM! And I killed a fly like a ninja.









ugh. That's it basically. Exciting I know. In other news, Not looking forward to February at all. Well no, If everything works out I'm going to love February, I just need a lot of money for everything coming up. First on my list is Bitches With Wolves, and then I'm taking photos at Castro @ The Grand Social. Tomorrow is ROCKY HORROR WAR, and I realise I've been saying EVERY WEEK since New Years 'I'm going to give War a miss this week', but I'm always presented with different reasons to show my face. I can't miss Rocky Horror War. The Rocky Horror is my favourite thing ever. Ayyyy SO MANY THINGS TO DO, SO LITTLE DOLLA.

x.

Can I just...

Every two years or so these photos resurface and I post them everywhere. This is one of those times. The night they were taken my dad downed three litres of cider, and let my mum and a few of their friends dress him up as Boy George. I think this was either just before or just after my parents were married. And it's the reason my dad doesn't drink anymore, HA.

I'm about two weeks late but...

Time to talk about the 31st of December and some stuff that's happened since! I think because it happened so long ago alot of things have slipped my mind so no mindless rambles on this one.

Despite the depressing fact I spent 90 euro in the one night, it was the best New Years ever. We prinked in Alex's, then went to War and saw Ciaran who was home from Berlin, and then Eimear had a big gigantic epic gaff party that EVERYONE was at. And I mean everyone. From all walks and clubnights of life. I got a taxi back into town at 8am with James and Daniel and we had magical centra rolls and DIED, slumped over ourselves for two hours waiting on a fucking bus. But other than that everything was fantastic. PICTURES! The first one was taken by Ciaran 'MacLanky' ha, and The big group one is taken by the wonderful James McLoughlin yo.








After an awful recovery that seemed to last forever it was Tuesday, and time to celebrate Shane's 21 year existence, so Ellen and I toddled off to his swanky flat for some prinkin' with a few others, It was here I learned of the Drinking game 'Flip Cup', the most fucking intense RACE ever that I'm convinced was my downfall, and of course Brennivin, or 'The Black Death'. JESUS. Petrol. So after all of this bant we headed off to Crawdaddy for some C.U.N.T., which I don't really remember at all, although I did see Jens who's upsettingly disappeared out of my life so that was nice. And I did have delicious chips in the Harcourt Diner before shane knocked them all over the place. RAGE.







and then I K.O'd. YAY.

I spent the next day in my pyjammies until 7PM, until Ciara called me and was like 'YOU HAVE TO COME OUT FOR CHRISTABELLES BIRTHDAY'. I was ready by 9, amazingly, and on my way into town. Bottle of wine number 4, since January 1st. Twas a pretty uneventful night, alot of dancing, alot of cocktails. An arrest. you know. The usual. After Workman's I got the most incredible centra roll that everyone wanted. All jealous of course that I have the best ideas for food combos ever. Chicken, Cheese, Mayo and Olives. OH MY GOD. Gorgeous. OH and Ally Wrynn was there who we haven't seen in ninety years!








I can't remember if anything interesting happened on Wednesday or Thursday, but on Friday it was David Goodlife's birthday, so myself, Lauren, Craig and Ellen went to the Odeon and drank tequila and ate nibbles and did other things of a partyish nature, and gave David his birthday kisses of course. After a few hours of birthday bants we went to War and partied down, I really wish I could remember more of it, or the party in Evan's we went to Afterwards with Declan and Daniel and Matthew and Christine and not Peter because he RAN AWAY, but I can't, for many reasons. It was yet another great night though.







I'll tell you one thing though, I'm mighty sick of wandering around town at 7am being cold and having no money. I wouldn't be able for being homeless, not at all. It's not going to happen for a while though, I'm gonna stay in and be healthy and well behaved, at leaast till the end of the month. Or else I'll just cut down on going out altogether. My livers actually been hurting the past few days. I don't want jaundice. ICK.

Lame Post is Lame

I've been meaning to write this big thing about everything since New Years but everytime I start a 'New Post' I get intimidated thinking about how long it's going to be and then I get distracted by Grand Theft Auto, but I'll probably do it very soon. For the moment I'm gonna list out a few things I want to do this year. I never ever plan anything and I never make new years resolutions but I guess, seeing as I'm not doing anything else with my life, I might as well set a few goals for myself.

1. I've got to start taking better photos, and more often. I've gotten into the habit of leaving my camera at home on Saturdays (which I spend around Terenure with my cool posse, rolling up on ten year olds and eating centra rolls like the badass motherfuckers we are), and it makes me sick to think that I used to freak out when my battery went or when I forgot my memory card and now I'm just like WHATEVA. I only take photos on nights out, and while that may be often enugh I'm usually so fucked that they all look shit, and I know when I set my mind to it I can take a great photo. So yeah, thats number one on the Agenda. More Photos.

2. At least for the next two or three weeks, DETOX. EVERYTHING is a blur. I've spent so much time being absolutely fucked since the summer, everything meshes into one and I have a hard time remembering even really really big events actually happened. The past few weeks especially I've just felt like absolute shit, taking days for me to recover from the quietest night out. Now, in saying all of this, I'll probably last a few days, but I'm really determined make myself well again even for a while.

3. I need a job. And the second I get a job I'm fucking off to my own place. Depending on how good said job is I'll be fucking off to my own place in another country. I love Dublin but it's so small. And the nightlife could be better. And Irish T.V. is embarrassing. And I fucking hate stew.

4. Oxegen and Electric Picnic are deffo going to happen for me, I missed both last year, which makes me rage because festivals are my favourite thing EVER.

5. Go back to Berlin. I really love Berlin.

6. Get my three gorgeous film cameras WORKING. I've had them for years and they just don't work. I'm gonna make them work. OH, And I need to get my pile of undeveloped film DEVELOPED.

7. Something I'm still undecided on; Possibly starting college or something after Summer? And try to actually finish. Primary school is the only educational insituation I stayed in for all 8 years. I left secondary school mid-5th year, and even though it was an absolute miracle I got into St. Kevins I left in March after being sick for 6 weeks and coming back and not knowing what the fuck was going on.

8. I don't really think there's anything else. I'd say play more guitar or draw more, but I go through phases of doing nothing but drawing or playing guitar, so I don't really have to plan that. I know it's going to happen sometime.

That's basically it. I'm sure there's more but they're only little things. For the moment I'm focusing on going into town this week and using up my 70 euro HMV Voucher on Sims 3 and something else delish I haven't decided on yet.

CRIMBAS

I usually hate Christmas, but WOWZA, this year was actually the best since I was a kid. The lead up was pretty miserable, and the fact that I couldn't buy my family pressies was eating at me, the way it usually does, because I am a jobless pov. But I don't know, Christmas Eve was great, I woke up and I felt Christmassy, for the first time in years, I was happy and I watched Shrek Forever After and just chilled all day. BEST Crimbas Eve ever, EVERYBODY came to Brady's (The Local, ya know). We all got incredibly fucked and had snowfights (not snowball fights, just snow fights. Violent stuff. Uncomfortable too.) that caused Lauren and I to look like we'd been bawling our eyes out, because the snow melted our faces off. We played a lovely drining game called 'My Vagina Is', Then James K and I had a lovely IMPROMPTUUUUUUUUU photoshoot outside Curves (yes, the Lady Gym), and then Craig, James H and I waited four days on a taxi for Lauren after a pathetic search for an open chipper/chinese.






Woke up on Christmas day with a HORRENDOUS hangover, surprisingly enough, instead of my 11 and 9 year old brothers jumping on my bed, my parents were the ones who woke me up all excitedly. I got some really fucking amazing shit. A HMV voucher which is already missing, a beautiful Pierre et Gilles book (I had a book of theres when I was a kid (explains alot) and it was my favourite thing ever, the colours and the feelings and just everything, so anything to do with Pierre et Gilles always has a special place in my heart), the new Ross O'Carroll Kelly book, loike, a gorgeous set of black pens, Stardust on DVD, Fable 3 and GTA Liberty City, a '13 in 1' hair dohickey that crimps and straightens and curls and waves and does everything imaginable to your hair, and the most BEAUTIFUL leather biker jacket with a sheepskin collar. I'm pretty sure I'm leaving a few things out but none of yous actually care anyway, so moving on. After all the christmas shit of dinner and pulling crackers and 'bonding', I knocked into Craig, who'd been drinking all day. He was in his gaff with Clodagh, and after they had a few drinks and I watched them and complained and sneezed everywhere, we walked over to Ciara and Emmet's, to chill with them, and Stuart and Gary and Mark, and Ciara and Emmet's dad, who's pretty rad.



Of course after about an hour I decided I was too sleepy to live, and Craig was too drunk to do ANYTHING, and Ciara was trying to force me to drink this foul glass of Whiskey, so I left with Craig in tow. Good Christmas.

Nothing really interesting happened then Stephens' day. I usually go over to my Grandparents house but the snow stopped us from doing that, so I sat around eating chocolate and playing Fable 3.

On Tuesday night it was Isibeals birthday, so we all headed over to hers (which is conveniently up the road from my house), for some dinner and cocktails (very snazzy indeed). Her house is absolutely GORGEOUS, I am so jealous. My shanty dwelling oh puh. And the food was wonderful, and the atmosphere was lovely, and it was full of well dressed people, and the DAQUIRIS. They were great. Everything was so Sex & The City.





After the sesh in Isibeal's we headed to C.U.N.T. for some more bant, and I started feeling really sick, so that was shit. But Erica and Ciaran and I shot people from the Balcony and Daniel and Alex took some really funny photos which you are about to see.







Between laughing at those photos and the daquiris and my just being generally ill, my headache worsened and I had to go home, which was definitely a shit buzz, because I was having ever so much fun. But I had a yummy pizza in Rays despite the fact I thought I was going to vomit out of my eyes.

It's been a good week though. And Tonight I get to see Ciaran for the first time since August I think! And then he's back to Berlin with all the RIDEY punks :(

xo