the moment. By which I mean Jaeger Bombs, celebrations and crisps and breaking the
rules. About the only rules I am keeping
at the moment is “Don’t be so opinionated” and “Get atleast 8 hours sleep
everynight” (That last one will always be easy for me!)
I went to the disco last weekend, for the first time all over christmas. I can never justify spending €10 just to go into the downstairs of the
Carraig and be overcharged for pints of cider., blamed for robbing a bottle of ribena and being thrown out to sit in the cold waiting for a taxi that will be there in 5 minutes for the last hour. Then again, I never really had a
tenner to spare in the first place, being unemployed and all, and the idea of going to a room full of drunk sweaty men
impersonating Micheal Jackson is beyond my capibility. But lately
I’m finding that my ego needs a boost, after a recent lonely Christmas,
joining the single ladies! And where better to turn than to the Carrick Disco,
filled with boys at two in the morning, all hungry for a little extra
self-esteem? Why not embrace it. It’s a perfect way to make a complete fool of yourself and, I love it.
the disco last weekend, I was told a painful half-truth: “it’s been a
long time since you’ve said anything happy'' Interesting.
Is that true? I don’t know. I guess lately, I’m just being honest, realistic, rather than
happy or sad. Others seem to think there is but ,I don’t see a problem. And it’s
very difficult to say ''happy things'', which
is handy for me, and people get fed up of hearing sad stories all the time. Then again, n
nobody wants to hear about all the great things you've done with your life, repeatidly when in reality they're probally all exaggerater, or just lies. Or what you and your boyfriend are planning to do in six months time because ye are so deeply in love. Meanwhile i'm stuck inside all evening studying for a Leaving Cert and writing a completely pointless, time wasting blog! (which i have no interest in btw!)
I like to be honest. Sometimes (in fact, most of the time.) It gets me into bother most of the time, but there is no point in lieing either! the honesty of my
life involves low self-esteem, strong biased opinions, and an inordinate amount of leg hair. Thats my life, nothing interesting. It just is.