Missing the bus out of Connemara twice in two days is just bad luck. I keep sleeping in, so leaving the quietness at 8.30am is tough to achieve. Got things to do in the city in the few days, like sort out college stuff, meetings with Life Society, and invited to a house party, so I must get myself together for tomorrow morning, Last chance saloon. Must get this bus!
My friend Yvonne sent me the cutest postcard with these warm words
"To be beautiful means to be yourself.
You don't need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself."
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Am keeping an eye out on Daft.ie for a nice three-bedroom place. Decided to make the move with two college friends (well, one college friend and her friend). We missed out on one amazing place so far. Hopefully something far better will show up. I would love to live around the Docks or around Kirwan Lane, or around those areas. Anywhere around Spanish Arch to Woodquay would be perfect. Fingers crossed :)
Started reading one of Ross O'Carroll-Kelly's books, a novice of these books. Am one-quarter of the way through "The Teenage Dirtbag Years". It's what I picture the posh D4 types to act, especially Ross himself. You have to laugh at how stupid he sounds at times. Good book, didn''t know how to react at the start, a guy using college for only one thing, to impress as many birds as he can. There's a lot of labels mentioned, Louis V, Tommy H, Yves Saint L. It reminds me of the Celtic Tiger years, these kids didn't know where the money came from, but as long as they could spend it, they were happy.
Life is never easy, especially for people that are afraid. Even though I am working on stuff from the internet, getting bits and pieces done, it seems slow, but it's being done.
Today is a good day.