Not much of an interesting or perceptive update, truth be told.
I have worked from 11am - 10pm the past few days and my head is fit to burst of headache. No windows in this place may be a concern for those who suffer from claustrophobia but it never warns you on the havoc it plays with your sense of time and with your eyes. Pain.
Not helped by tired frustration towards the end of the evening when I just give up and fall in a heap on a chair. However, having great craic with the crowd here and there's much banter. But it's tiring being as witty as me, all the time! :P Mind you, some of the students here are well able to throw a sharp word in here and there.
One thing I've realised about myself is that if I can't make a person laugh, I either get really frustrated with or fascinated with that person. Not saying, I'm Tommy Cooper or anything but it's what I do. Rose puts it down to "Ugly Child Syndrome", meaning a person's personality is the core of their being. Being funny is one aspect of my personality I am proud of or at least strive to bring out. And there is one person at work who I can't make laugh or even smile, despite me knowing they have this ability. Argh! I want to get inside their head. It's like a big barricade. I want to shake them and ask "What are you thinking!!!!??" Am I alone in this?
Tuesday was a good day. I went to a beach about 40 minutes from my town with 3 friends; Rose, Kian and Izzy. What a day! What a beach! What a laugh! Bought so so sooooooo much food. As in, we could of fed an army [sugar-loving armies that is], particularly with our iced cakes.. But then after making our way to our alcove... BOOM! Cake! GONE.
Our faces. Not happy.
The beach was a lazy, balmy day. Sandcastle building is NOT the carefree, simple task I remember it as being. I was absolutely puffed out after half an hour and you forget how the coarse sand wrecks your knees. Feeling seventy? I think so. Also bought far too much food and warm Kopperberg goes straight to your head. The most eventful scenario we placed ourselves in that evening was when we were trying to get back to the car from our alcove. We hadn't counted on the tide coming in that far. Dumb dumb. What followed was a carefully thought-out, precise plan that was to accommodate our escape from the beach.
Well basically we took off our shoes ambled over some rocks and waded through water when the waves were waiting for a swell. After fastidious execution, we made it back to the shore and homeward bound.
Unfortunately, I had a biiiiggg trip planned to go camping with Mel, Nav and her bf in the Gaeltacht on Wednesday. I love the Gaeltacht. Thrice, I have gone to Irish College in this particular Gaeltacht and it is the most beautiful part of Ireland. Alas, I was called back to work after the beach as my boss was ill. But hey! Moolah! Yet that ruled the following day out so in order to salvage plans Rose, Izzy and I hit town. Had a ball of a night from gattin' in bathrooms to going mad to Vampire Weekend's "Cousins" and Primal Scream's " Get Your Rocks Off". Yet come 1am, I hit a disastrous slump. Rose and Izzy followed not long after which meant we had exhausted ourselves and couldn't contend with the moves being demonstrated on the dancefloor. Time for chips. Then home.
The following day was all work, work, work. Anything to help my understanding boss. I am a dab hand at embarrassing myself and after getting one class of students under control [using icy glare as my method of choice], I turned on my heel and promptly tripped over the extension lead for the air conditioning, falling forward, out of my shoes with a rather loud "OOOHH!" exhausting from my lips. Mortification. Also had a run-in with the owner of the business downstairs but my no-bullshit attitude sorted that one quickly. The Man - 0, Sar_bear - 1.
Today was a blur. Shopping is strenuous. I'm not hacked up to it. Left for the train with only 45mins to spare [walk usually takes near an hour at a relaxed pace]. Arrived red-faced, sweaty and with swollen ankles. Up to the city, I went with my sister and what followed is a rather boring account of retail therapy. WOOOSSHHHH. That is the sound of money leaving your pockets so fast, you're left wondering how you haven't died of starvation already. Nearly 200 yo-yos. Gone. Poof. Cillit Bang couldn't work as fast as my hand did, in and out of my purse.
I am so tired now I can't even be bothered jazzing this whole yoke up with long anecdotes or methaphorical paragraphs or even the small things that made me smile since my last update. Well, ok, if you insist!
Well, one was seeing a seal in the river running through the river today. I have never seen a seal so far in and it made me smile, seeing him bob up and down, not a care in the world. My mother coming in during work to see if I was alright. The third was sitting in a café yesterday, with my back facing the back of a mother and young girl. The young girl had her head resting on the arm chest, looking upside down, to which she began to sing in a deep, alto voice, "Everything is upside-down, Everything is upside-down, Everything is upside-down, Everything is upppsidddee-down". To be that non-nonchalant and free and unaware = Bliss. The fourth was having banter at work. Always brings a smile to my face. I finally, after 9 months, went and got a haircut. It's like a literal and figurative weight has been lifted from my shoulders. And lastly, time with my friends. College really does test the strength of friendships.
Right I'm off. Can't continue to bore myself, let alone you, reader.
Till' next time,
Sar_bear
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