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Friday, October 30, 2009

A Certain Romance

Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The points thats there ain't no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there ain't no romance around there

You know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like
We'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
Beause their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

And over there there's broken bones
There's only music, so that there's new ringtones
And it don't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here

Don't get me wrong though, there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just cause he's had a coupla cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead

Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell em if you like
We'll tell em all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

But I said no!
Oh no!
Well you won't get me to go!
Not anywhere, not anywhere.
No, i won't go!



So Homeward bound. Haven't been home in 2 weeks but it feels like months. Can't wait to get back to nice dinners and beautiful beautiful bed. I cannot wait to see my little brother, he has aged since I've seen him last.


Even though Carrick-on-Suir is a hole there is one thing I miss about the place: Everyone says hello. You'd be lucky to get a head nod in these parts. I'm in no means saying Cork people are rude they are just a bit reluctant to say hello to strangers. Or maybe it's just me having to say hello to everyone who makes eye contact with me thats the problem.

I would love fried potatoes right now with a chicken and mushroom vol au vant. With a big pint of Rockshandy followed by some Mississippi Mud Pie. Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom


Last night was college Halloween. As was the night before. Saw some inneresting costumes. Best one though was some guy dressed up as Wall-E. This year there will be no Halloween for Shiv-Shiv I'm babysitting but hey thats money for boozing! Wheeeeeeey.


Is mise le meas



Thursday, October 29, 2009

Not even bothered

So hungover it's not even funny.

I came to the bright realisation today that I do infact have some of the best friends in the world. Some bang off them. I also realised sometimes you just have to get rid of the bad. I am sick of people being for want of better words, knobs. Slán go foill to all the mé féiners.

should go to my irish class now. Time to get lost in the ORB. Let the good times roll.


Mise le meas

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Next Year

'm in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the wide world riot and hiding out
I'll be coming home next year
Into the sun we climb
Climbing our wings will burn white
Everyone strapped in tight
We'll ride it out
I'll be coming home next year
Come on get on get on
Take it till life runs out
No one can find us now
Living with our heads underground
Into the night we shine
Lighting the way we glide by
Catch me if I get too high
If I come down
I'll be coming home next year
I'm in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the whole world wind around



I totally forgot to blog in a while. Life has been interesting. Back in Cork. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster really. Lots of walking to and from places with earphones that need to be surgically removed from my ears. Lots of thinking. Its only been a few weeks but I already know this year is going to be tough. You can say "Oh but Siobhán you are only doing Arts" to me all you like but I still have alot of work to do! I don't see you driving yourself mad in the library getting your readings done!

Rant over.


Yeah but I wish I had all things lovely. Firm advocate of wishful thinking. If you want something enough and are good to the universe then you will be rewarded in someway.

I was wondering why people over-react all the time. It's so annoying


this blog has been an incoherant mish mash of shite
I apologise
but seriously listen to Next Year



mise le meas