sailor girl

Outfit:

Short navy sailor dress with ruffles and white stripes around the hem of the little swingy skirt. It was a gift and is a size too big but I love it. Worn with sheer black tights (for modesty and is only spring) and pale blue polka dot knee socks bought in Italy (The place for interesting hosiery try Yamacy, Golden Point and Intimissi). Black suede Chanel flats. Tan leather jacket.

Texts: From random country boy. WHY? He gave a spiel about how he's just had his heart broken by some girl. Well you don't get the message when a girl clearly states she's not interested so maybe thats why. SERIOUSLY.

Also from lovely boy mate who I think is lovely, clever and wickedly funny but I just don't fancy him. Shame...

I heart.

I heart Thunderstorms. Don't know why, maybe the uncontrollable power or something. 

Anyway pretty savage out there today. Glad I'm indoors tho'.

Walk of Shame/Fame

The walk to get the bus wouldn't have been too bad had I not forgotten to put any scrap of makeup or even sunglasses in my bag the day before. Outfit looks edgey in daytime hours but I think the giant grey undereye circles gave the game away. 

Hungover in a "spacey, dodgy bloodsugar from cheap wine" sort of way.  We went for bagels and coffee, then decided that the bloodsugar situation required an injection of cake.

The pretentious Italian Café that we frequented during college days is on mine and B's way home so we headed there. The coffee was too good to resist so that made two grandé triple shots in under two hours pour moi. The subsequent hyperactivity caused us to bitch loudly about an obese acquaintence of ours, giggle and generally make a nuisance to out fellow coffee drinkers. It did not in any way prepare us to bump into three of our college tutors. EEk! they we're lovely tho and gracious enough to apologise sincerely for the tortuous year we had just (about) gotten over.

They we're hung over too so didn't feel so bad about undereye bagged state :)

P.S. saw twink (Irish "Star" of tv and stage) at pretentious café (which I adore even if it is pretentious) She looks like someone pebble dashed her with shit. The ankles we're especially bad. Seriously old people shouldn't be allowed loose with fake tan. Oh and her dog was wearing pearls. 

Thursday night

Outfit decision: Kelly green short short's with nautucal style gold buttons. flesh toned vest under sheer voluminous white sleeveless top (very ss08). Thick black tights and killer balck patent shoes. Couple with casual tan leather jacket to dress it down a bit, it's only Thurday after all.

Post evening course decided it would be a fantastic idea to skull wine in my friends basement flat in town. After 15minutes deliberating in Tesco express we chose the two of the finest screw top bottles on offer (around the 5 euro mark ha!) well we're not millionaires!

Tipsy after one glass we went online 4 some bebo stalking. Friends appeared with some funny random country boys picked up in Portobello earlier that evening. one of them proceeded to put various root vegetables down his pants in the kitchen. I laughed hysterically, clearly the wine was strong. Then we went out where I promptly lost all the girls and had to spend the rest of my night wandering the club with one of the random country boys in tow looking for them. He completely thought he was in so I made it abundantly clear he in fact wasn't anywhere near being 'in'. 

He insisted on still looking out for me and buying me drinks till I eventually found the gang when the club closed. Asked for my number so we could be "friends" and texted the next day.

Why oh why oh why is it always the ones you have absolutely no interest in that want you???  I thought that guys like the chase so went through a phase of being cold and indifferent to guys and they didn't chase. So tried being all nice and making it clear if I was interested and that made them run a mile too. Someone please tell me exactly what it is I'm doing wrong????

I'm going back to refusing to have anything to do with boys. I'm over them. Except that my sister keeps asking am I a lesbian because I havn't brought home a guy in such a long time. I just refuse to settle ok? I'm not going to start dating some loser guy who I'm completely not attracted to just to please my family. I'm happier on my own I think. 

Ok I give up the search.

great weekend the aftermath

Was feeling low after the madness calmed down. Nothing in particular lil worried about being unemployed but mostly just that weird let down feeling after great weekend combined with slight hangover. Having to get on train and then trek across town in pouring rain in inappropriate open toed lil shoes and lil jacket (hello i packed in ten minutes thinking i was only going overnight not for whole weekend sesh including trek in rain)  didnt help matters. straight home to eat some food and hop into bed.

Still felt low on mondayso  gave myself a break from work just spent day tidying room and watching movies.   It wasnt till family all came home from work that i perked up (weird I usually hate the sight of them...) Sister was in perky form and can be quite funny wen like that so cheered up a small bit. Actually think i might be bipolar. was practically hyper by bed time. Must get that checked out :-D