Decisions, Descisions...

By golly! My life seems to have gotten very busy all of a sudden!

Seriously I go for months without having any fun due to lack of funds (festival tickets to pay for and a shit ass paying job being the culprits) and now suddenly I have commitments.

Commitments are not something I like. I generally like being more elusive and saying 'maybe' or perhaps 'I'll see'. But for some reason I've been saying 'yes' a lot more.

I've somehow agreed to go to the protest march that's on at the Dáil tomorrow evening. Still don't exactly know how I managed to rope myself in to that one. Mind you, apparently I'm going to be marching with the socialist party. Hmmm... I don't know if I like assigning myself to a political party with issues like this. Knowing me I'll get very passionate about the subject in the heat of the moment and they'll try and convince me to join them and their battle for justice.

Don't laugh, its happened before!

But to be honest I don't really have any other option. My friend who I plan to be going to the march with is a member of the party and seems to think that I've agreed to be assigned to flag holding duty.

You may know kindly fuck off mister!

That means associating myself with them for a common purpose. But what about when they ask me to help them on other issues?! What do I say? 'No sorry, I'm a lone ranger?!' hahaha I don't bloody think so!

Anyway I don't even know if I'll go, I'll probably make up some lame ass excuse not to go. Well it is my day off and I would like to go to the gym and run some errands...

Ok now I'm making excuses again. Excuses to get me out of awkward situations. Just like I always do. Oh well... we'll see what tomorrow brings.

Another Tale To Tell

Jesus I knew I'd be shite at keeping this blog alive!

Anyway I haven't been up to much... that's my usual response when someone I don't either know or even like asks me how I'm doing. You're getting no details out of me so you can go. Go away now! I'm talking about the imaginary people I have formed who I don't know or like, not you dear reader.

Ok its taking me a little longer than normal to write this as I seem to have a case of the shakes. From the cold.

Right.

So last night I went out. (Yes this is how its going to begin!)

Ok so its my own fault for even attempting to wear shoes with more than an inch high heel. In fairness though I thought it was doable! They had a platform on the ball of the foot for fuck sake! So it looked like a four inch heel, when really, in reality it was only 2 or 3 inches. I'm ok with that. Or so I thought...

So what happened was I dragged Grace to the Phantom Friday night. I fooled myself that John(I am changing names here so to protect my privacy and pride) would be up for a little shameless flirting and maybe a quick wear but no, the man now has a girlfriend and wouldn't even say hi. Right. That has done a lot for the ego. Especially after the whole Paul (another name change) and the whole 'Oh I now happen to be now dating one of the branch managers that you speak to on a daily basis right in front of your face and I'm pretending to be apologetic about it' incident, lets just say it knocked me when I didn't need any more knocking. Know what I mean? So I drank to compensate, as you do. :D

So basically that ended in disaster. I remember going up to talk to John at some stage to say I was high tailing it out of there and he nodded and smiled and pretended to pay attention. I'm glad I never removed the word 'asshole' from the front of his name in my phone.

So we left and got in a taxi to Whelans.

This 'incident' happened as a result of three mistakes on my part.

I put back on my plastic tastic shoes in the taxi and actually managed to convince myself that I was going to be able to walk in them. Yeah. First mistake.

We got out of the taxi early because the traffic was mental. Second mistake.

Enter the crossroads at Wexford St.

Que changing traffic lights.

Que me making the decision to go for it. Third mistake.

*shuffle shuffle shuffle* Go Chrisso! You can make it! (My internal monologue) Go Chrisso!!!!!!!!

*Thump*

Apparently my feet has an objection to moving in a coordinated fashion to cross the fucking road because all of a sudden I find myself face down on the ground, right smack bam in the middle of a busy intersection mind, with my feet dangling in the air behind me.

Right in front of stopped traffic!!!

To say I'm mortified beyond belief is an understatement! Although I'm thinking about it and I can't stop fucking laughing about it because it was THAT bad! I actually properly skulled myself!

Now I have two wonderful bruises on my already battered legs. I have named them Barry and Bob. They are going to be hanging around for a while so I said I'd welcome them along to the disaster zone that is my body and make them feel that extra bit welcome by assigning them names. I wouldn't mind but they happened to appear on an artery so they are really sore!

Jesus I need a go of a soapy sponge.

So anyway, I'm lying there in the middle of the road and Grace, who made it across, lucky bitch, can't even LOOK at me! She physically TURNED her body AWAY from me because she could barely stand from laughing so hard. Did she help me?! Oh no she bloody well didn't! I had to PEEL myself from the tarmac while trying once again to stand in the plastic tastic shoes and continue to cross the road while busting my ass laughing. All the while limping like a leper!!!

Seriously I'm writing this and can't stop laughing! No doubt Grace will give me a step by step replay of the whole incident later... bitch. hahaha

She did say after I got across the road, that I didn't even SAY anything before or during the fall. The only reason she turned around to look at me was because of the sound my shoes made before I hit the deck! Apparently they squeaked in protest just before I said 'Hi' to the ground with my face! Bastard plastic tastic shoes. Gave me a shagging set of blisters aswell for my trouble the bastards!

Damn squeeking, blister inducer, Barry and Bob creator, plastic tastic shoes!!!!

Here they are...




So Whelans was great! Hahahaha after all of that! :D Got attacked by Tommy the bouncer with the stamping machine. Woke up this morning with a limp, arms covered in stamps, a carpet in my mouth, erratic blisters and a twitching face along with the shakes.

I resemble a pirate.

Nice.

I Reek Of So Much Class, It Astounds Me...

Ow.


Ow.


Oww oww oww oww oww oww oww!!


My head. My poor beautiful head.

Pumping headache?
Check.
Duvet tangled around my hips?
Check.
Naked?
Check.
Lying spread out on the bed like Jesus nailed to a cross?
Fucking check.

So what was a quiet night in with a few friends turned in to a drinking and singing marathon that involved copious amounts of alcohol,nachos with melted cheese, ice cream, chocolate, Dirty Dancing and Alan Carr.

Annoyed with the fact that it was a Thursday night and some people had work in the morning, my friend and I headed in to town to take the night to another level. I ended up in the last place I thought I would. The Base Bar. Its basically a club in a basement that's one sole purpose is to ruin the foundations of the Georgian structure. It seems to be doing a pretty good job of it I must say.

Anyway, on any normal given night I wouldn't be caught dead in there but I found myself inside, downing very cheap vodka and red bull and dancing away. It was also a gay night in there which topped it all off! All night I was fending off admirers and receiving compliments that my friend and I make a lovely couple. I found the whole thing fucking hilarious! hahaha

So basically it was a night of titty popping to Beyonce and dancing wildly while steadily getting worse off with each mouthful of fuel. At the end of the night I found myself being very smart and deciding to go in to work. Yes, work.

Funny story. You know the way I had gone to my friend's house for 'nibbles' and 'refreshments'? (I say nibbles, I mean practically inhaling the melted cheese and nachos.)Anyway I had planned to be there at around 6. I arrived at half 7 with a very fucking large tent, a wheely duffle bag, bag full of clothes from Pennys and sweaty armpits. I had 'stopped off' in town. Just for a 'look' you understand. I walked in to a camping shop and there was a very large tent for 85 euro. I expressed some interest in the product. Guy came over, saw that I knew what I was talking about, pointed out the good points about the tent and then offered it to me for 70 euro. I couldn't exactly turn that down now could I?

So that brings us to why I had all of this shit. Cut then to me deciding to go on the last. Where to put the bag? hmmm... *lightbulb* You know, I DO happen to work in town... I'm sure they wouldn't mind me just dropping in and dumping my stuff off for a few hours. So I did. And then returned to my lovely office block at 3 o clock in the morning absolutely shit faced and end up talking to the overnight guy for at least a half hour.

I have no recollection of what I said to him.

Anyway, cut to me arriving at home. Completely forgot to take the luggage out of the boot and end up having the taxi man running after me to the door. Lovely. Got in, went upstairs and saw my bed. Sleep. Yum. Looked down. Clothes. Ugh. Que the struggle to get out of the bloody things. Grand, dress was off. Looked down. Tights. UGH. Start taking them off. Struggling with the ankle bit. This is familiar. Bending over. Balance starts to go. Ooh, hair clip on the carpet. Why is the floor this close. OWW. OWW OWW OWW OWW OWW OWW.

Yeah.

I managed to fall over head first on to the floor but not before I skulled my head off the wroth iron handle on my dresser. I fell to the ground in pain and lay there with my arse in the air and my tights still fucking wrapped around my ankles. I actually passed out for a few minutes! I came to a few mins later and shuffled around on the floor, removed my tights all the while clutching my head.I saw my bed, clambered up and proceeded to pass out fully. I came to this morning with no recollection of what happened to my head.

I came down the stairs after putting on some clothes, no need to scare the horses like. I was actually still drunk I think. Anyway my mam asked me what the hell I did last night as she said she heard me falling over, a loud swear and then silence. She was two minutes from coming in to see if I was still alive when she heard me get up. I proceeded to fall around the place laughing and tell her of what she would have seen had she actually walked in.

Yeah. So that brings us to now. I'm sitting here, nursing a cup of tea, taste of crisps in my mouth and matted hair. I just had to write all of this down because I might forget it in case I get a concussion.

I've spent the morning in convulsions of laughter on the phone with my friend, lying spread across the bed while I tell her of what happened. The plan? Go out tonight and do it all again.

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Jerry Fish has made my week!

Wellity wellity wellity!

How are you all? I hope that I find you well! I've been quite alright if I must say! Apart from the stitching in my gums due to irritation from the stitches, everything has been quite pleasant!

My supervisor has offered me her job if she gets a job she applied for, that was nice. Don't know if I'd take it though... probably. Meh, think about it when the time comes!

Anyway I went to see Jerry Fish and The Mudbug Club on Saturday evening! It was an amazing show, complete cabaret! It was a part circus, part mayhem! Brilliant show execution! There were people on stilts, a woman doing gymnastics on two bits of fabric from the ceiling. Jerry came in to the room from the back with his jazz section and did a full lap of the room before heading up to the stage! Brilliant! :D

I managed to skive a set list from a roadie at the end of the night... no I'm not a stalker! My friend however is. And seeing as she paid for my ticket, I got it for her! :D Jerry was signing stuff and meeting fans after the gig so I got my ticket signed, along with a photo and she got the set list signed. She didn't get a photo cause she had already met him earlier that day. As I said... stalker. ('',)

Ugh I'm actually boring myself writing this! Sorry! Hopefully I'll have something more exciting to write about soon. Or find the enthusiasm to actually make an effort! hahaha

Bye! x

Enough is ENOUGH!

That is IT!!! I actually can't physically keep up anymore! There are TOO MANY PHOTOS!!! I swear, every time I go on Robsessed there is at least 3 new posts with a FUCKING HORDE of new photos of Rob! Seriously I went weeks with nothing and now this?!?!

And I wouldn't mind, they're not even shit ones, I mean, these are 'pick your jaw off the floor, your drool is ruining the electrics in the laptop' pictures. I'm going to do damage to my already gammy jaw bone if this type of behaviour keeps up! Not to forget also my finding of this AMAZING gallery where quite literally EVERY photo ever taken of Rob in the past month is in there! My fingers are sore from right clicking and saving! My computer's hard drive is groaning under the pressure of opening all these high resolution pictures! I've had to create a 'sub' folder in my Robert Pattinson picture folder labelled 'Cannes' for fuck sake!!!

Not that I'm complaining of course! Hahaha

Seriously though, if this type of media coverage is whats going to happen during the promotional tour for New Moon, I might as well hire some lackies now and build an office full of computers just so I can see everything! Although my Rob folder has now gotten so big, one can't go for an occasional 'browse' any more. No. It's a full on marathon! You can't stop until you reach the end! And by then the fan on the laptop is about to fall out and my hands are sore from clicking the arrows so I can change the picture! Now I know a lot of you 'hardcore-ians' are shouting 'SLIDESHOW! SLIDESHOW!' However if I was to have a slideshow for this folder, cancel your plans for the evening because this will take longer than a dvd box set.

Wake Up Call

Good morning! Or afternoon, whatever.

The time is 13.24 and I have been up the grand total of a half hour. I have already demolished a Grazia magazine that told me of Brad and Jen's 'reunion'. Not much info really, just the usual 'an insider said this, a close friend said that'. Rubbish really.

Anyway I turned on my computer, you know to... check up on things.... low and behold I am greeted with a WONDERFUL post on Robsessed that includes many many beautiful pictures of my man leaving Vancouver. He told me was leaving you know, but it is always nice to see the proof! We're going to meet up in Cannes. Yep. Swear. To. God.

Anyway... I'm just going to include the highlights for me from this gift from the heavens!






Ahem. Yes. Well....

Shit, the most I'll ever see of Rob in Cannes is the paparazzi pictures that are posted of him in the fucking airport!! hahahaha Can't wait for those by the way! ROFL

Ah yes, how sad, I'll be sitting here refreshing Robsessed every hour to see is there any update! ('',)


Thanks to Robsessed for the pics!

Say ARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!

Well I did it. I took the plunge and finally went to the dentist. It's a matter of urgency that I've managed to put off since November but since the pain is actually now occuring in my jaw instead of the gum itself, I decided enough was enough.

My past experiences with dentists haven't been very good. I know most people say that but really, mine have been awful. I once got a filling before the anaesthetic had kicked in properly... she was a right bitch that dentist was. Knew what she was doing all right.

The time before that I went to the dentist and proceeded to fill all of my molars with truly beautiful silver fillings.

The time before that I was getting a tooth extraction and the fucker pulled so hard that the tooth snapped and got stuck in my gum. What then followed was a half an hour of rummaging around in my gum while the blood poured down my top and my teeth wedging on the dentists finger.

Now whoever reads this must think I brush my teeth with Red Bull or something, however dear readers, it is not true! My problem is that whenever I get stressed, sleepy, or even just out of boredom, I clamp down on my teeth. I mean really clamp down. This has caused my teeth to become as brittle as fuck.

Why do we even have teeth anyway? I mean, really. In that whole very quick process of evolution that took all of 10minutes, could we not have lost the choppers? If we had maybe just really hard gums or something! Or maybe if they were made out of bone instead of whatever the hell teeth are made of. It would save us, more importantly me, an awful lot of trouble. AND money! All they do is break or get infected!

So anyway. Now I'm left with a tough decision to make. Do I start taking the two sets of antibiotics that I was prescribed today or do I wait until Sunday to take them. There are two reasons why I want to wait.

1) Because I really want to go out this weekend and I have been warned twice by both the dentist and the pharmacist not to drink while on them as they make you feel very sick.

2) Because my surgical extraction is scheduled for Tuesday and if I was to leave it until Sunday to start taking my antibiotics, that means I can't have the procedure done until Friday, making me miss a wedding and giving me less recovery time before I start back work on Sunday.

Keep in mind the wedding can be avoided anyway.

Damn! This is all just so confusing! I don't know what to do... I think I may have to start taking them today though. My jaw bone is throbbing and the x-ray showed a really bad infection. The dentist said she was surprised that my jaw hadn't swollen up already.

Crap.

Ok, I didn't like the dentist before, but I fucking hate them now. Sixty euro to see them today and its going to be another TWO HUNDRED to get it removed. Yes, my tooth is that bad that it needs a surgical procedure to get it removed.

Yay.

This has just ruined my day. I was wearing my happy dress and everything!!! There better no be a picture of Rob and Kristen together today, I wouldn't be able to handle the ramifications of it!

Don't cry for me Argentina

Ugh! I'm home from work and quite frankly I don't want to go back. Its the Easter bank holiday here in Ireland and that gives the general public the god given right to become fucking assholes. Ah yes, it's all coming out now. If your reading this and you are looking for a job, do not, I repeat DO NOT get a job working with the public. Ever. Especially working for a car hire company. People think they are the only person in the entire world who has broken down and play up the fact that their own car has broken so they can 'get free stuff' or better value. Riiiigghht. Because I haven't heard of all of that before.

What especially pisses me off is that they don't seem to realise that because its a bank holiday and they have decided to go off 'adventuring' or whatever it is married couples with 7 ratty children do, it is also likely that over a million people have more or less decided to have the same idea. So don't fucking give out to me if your waiting five extra minutes for me to call you or there are no cars available in your area. Get over it. Have your car serviced once in a while to prevent stuff like this happening in the first place.

They think their weekend is ruined. Do they not actually realise that they are speaking to someone who is fucking WORKING for the whole bank holiday?! Someone who doesn't get paid any extra for it either. Someone who is inundated with mundane people with the same complaints. Stop giving out and sit back and look at the situation. You don't even have to get the car hire. You are entitled to get public transport too, but no, people prefer having their own little bubble on the road and going through 10times more hassle to get that bubble instead of sitting on a bus with 20 more people. Get a fucking mp3 player and block it out like the rest of us. Get off your higher class horse, yes I'm talking to you Landrover drivers. You lot do my nut in, you really do. Audi drivers aren't even as bad as you. You think because your propelled 2 feet higher in the air when you in that environment killing machine, that you have a god given right on the road and attitude when speaking to anyone else who doesn't own one. Go fuck yourself.

I get immense pleasure by putting a Landrover driver in to a Nissan Micra. I cackle with glee. Quite pathetic actually. But yes this is what I do for kicks now. How sad is that?! hahahahaha

But angry rant over now, I'm watching Twilight and Rob is on the screen so I can't stay angry for long... ('',) Oh and also I've found out that How To Be and Little Ashes is on presale in Amazon.co.uk... YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Having missed out on the film festival circuit I am DELIGHTED!!! This almost makes the shit day in work worth it!

The Biggest Blonde Moment Of My Life

Seriously I cannot stop laughing at myself. This one is quite literally below the belt of stupidity.

I was talking to my friend about anonymity in regards to profile pictures with blogging and she showed me her picture of her with her hood up and a really dark room. Which is hilarious by the way. Anyway I went on to say I don't know why she bothered because the url for her blog is in her name...

Now for some god forsaken reason it didn't actually register that this wasn't in fact her name. She just used the same initials as her real name for a fake name.

Bring on the moment where I'm about to get in to an argument over it with her. The penny drops. Silence on MSN...well as much as you can get with MSN. Aka no one writing for a few seconds.

Que hilarity as she rips the piss out of me for not realising it and insane amounts of laughter. I'm still laughing at it. My face still hasn't returned to its normal colour.

See, I'm not one for getting stuff wrong. I'm usually the one that has the right answer. I'm not being smug about it, I just observe things an awful lot. But when I'm wrong about something, I'm wrong on a completely new level. It bypasses regular, day to day idiocy. Its in its own league!!!

I'm both mortified and annoyed with myself for not realising this sooner! I mean, COME ON!!! She's one of my best friends! I see the url on a daily basis and I STILL never copped it!

I'm going to hide in a hole for an hour until I forget about it! ('',)

Raindrops and Roses and Whiskers On Kittens

Well I've returned from work. Nothing very exciting happened. I declined a curry take away which I am very proud of myself for... I know, gold star sticker for me. Although I don't know if I did entirely well as I bought a pot noodle. Well, I can try again tomorrow.

Quite a boring day actually. There was a guy sitting behind me on the bus going in to town, he was nice. Smelled of old carpet and was talking to himself, screaming out racial slurs any time someone who wasn't Irish was walking down the street. I totally got his number.

I've been really clumsy ass frickin' day. I've tripped up I don't know how many times, dipped my sleeve in tea more than 3 times and ended up with coffee on my upper arm. For once everything stayed clear of the face. I just look like I'm dressed like a hobbo instead of being a scruffy bitch. That I can live with. ('',)

I'm thinking about posting my photography on here, I should know by tomorrow. But I'll throw a link to it in the sidebar anywho. My gallery on deviantart has gotten over 7,000 views!!!! I'm so happy!!! *does happy dance* woo hoo!

New post of HQ pictures on Robsessed that have now made my wallpaper...Is it wrong that I want to start at his ankles and move up? Hope not... Here's another one.


THANK YOU! na na na na na na na na na na THANK YOU! A little bit of AC/DC to show my appreciation to both Robsessed and the man himself for being a fine ass motherf**ker. hahahhaha

For the rest of the evening I think I will scour youtube and watch perhaps Rob's funniest moments. Here's the first video, I think there's 8 parts in total? I don't know. But enjoy anyway!



Night for now!

Great thing to wake up to...

Holy facial structure batman!

There I was, just out of bed and looking for a nice way to pull myself from my sleepy state, so I turn on the computer. Of course the first thing I log on to is Robsessed and oh Toto! Look what I've found! Lovely, beautiful and oh so fantastic pictures of Rob coming out of a hotel. How does he manage to look so hot with a beanie on I'll never figure out! The post can be found here but the picture I'm referring to with the whole 'facial structure' thing is in fact this one...


It is FAR too early for my ovaries to be receiving this sort of workout! Please excuse the vulgarity but his eyes in that photo do strange things to me. Not to mention this one..


Gah!!! Ok enough of that for now.

Plans for the rest of day involve avoiding my boss some more. She rang me at half 11 this morning to ask me can I cover her tomorrow but seeing as she has me working EVERY day of the forthcoming Easter holidays, she can fuck right off! That's bold. Oh well, whats worse is I gave a really crap excuse which I know at another point I will forget about and I'll get caught rapid. But I'll deal with her later. Right now I need to punish myself on very extreme levels by exercising. I am not athletic in the slightest and only run when I'm going to miss the bus. Yes I'm one of those people.

Bring on screaming muscles and collapsing lungs. Maybe I should go a different route than yesterday and not smoke while on the skiing machine. That's surely can't help right?

I'll only smoke during the warm up...

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Thanks to Robsessedpattinson.com for the photos!

Obsessions Rock!

Ah well this is my first post in, what is it? *checks watch* Two years? Grand. Well no time like the present to restart an old project that got lost on my 'to do list'. And after only one post? Dreadful! I actually started another blog in the meantime over on Wordpress but I got bored with that one. I found that I complained an awful lot. Plus it seems like there was too much competition over there. I was obsessed with view counts. Quite pathetic really.

The reason I came back here happened by accident really. I have been an avid reader of a certain Robert Pattinson fansite and I started to leave comments in the hope that I could share my obsession with someone as equally fanatic as myself. That actually failed as no one replied to my comments or anything! Oh well.

Damn I'm complaining again! :P Ok change tactic.

So my obsession with Robert Pattinson has of course reached new ground. My friend bought me a book on the man in question, full of very nice pictures and included a very nice and very large picture of Rob that I could hang on my bedroom wall. Now at my age I usually deliberate for quite some time on what I should hang up and what should be left in a secret drawer. I have problems letting go of that 'teenage obsession' frame of mind you see. Although at the ripe old age of 22 I can be forgiven for having such tendency's but I do like to think that I am making nice progress in to the world of adult hood and am passed the stage of adorning my wall with posters and instead have very nice and very smart artistic works.

Yeah, that concept kind of flew out the window as soon as I saw the poster.

Immediately I started laughing and scanned the room quickly to see where would be the best spot. It now hangs pride of place beside my mirror so I can catch glimpses of myself and Rob together in my head. I am a sane person. I swear. Its just this man... guh! When that-->
GQ article came out... I thought my stomach was going to fold in on itself. It was actually painful!!

So I'm going to bring my first post in over two years to an abrupt end. Main reason being because I actually saved this as a draft over two hours ago and I can't remember what I was saying! hahaha But alas, I hope to post more often, about Rob, life and anything else I can think of. R.I.P former blog... a new era has begun.

How profound. ROFL :D

Credit to RobsessedPattinson.com for the photo! ('',)
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