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I think I have a problem.
BUT LOOK AT HIM.
There are many things. Exams, for one. I haven’t done an exam since my Leaving Cert. Bah. Physics is surprisingly doable. Psychology is surprisingly arduous and lame. But it turns out that an A is only 70% in college. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I’ll take it without complaint.
I am going to Nerd Ball after the holidays. So I need to find a dress for that and Aimee will be my guide on this coming Tuesday. We have yet to decide how fancy we should go. On one hand, balls can be considered as formal as a Debs. On the other hand, Nerd Ball is a collaborative effort by Game Soc, Anime and Manga, Computer Club, Chess Club, Lit Soc, Forum Soc and the Maths Society. So, who really knows? I’ll update if I find something glorious. Or at least something cute like these. 
We had our last Forum Soc event of the semester after our stunning appraisal. All my references will include David Bowie for a while, because we watched Jim Henson’s Labyrinth (starring Jennifer Connelly’s Eyebrows and David Bowie’s Penis.) It is one of the most truly amazing movies of all time. And we learn so much, like be a good babysitter and don’t offer your stepbrother up to goblins, life isn’t fair so stop bitching about it, owls are really David Bowie in disguise, David Bowie can control the space time continuum and David Bowie’s very prominent penis will take over every shot it is in. You might even notice that David Bowie is attached occasionally.
There are various other things occurring in my life that my many friends are getting an earful of, and yet I think that maybe the internet is not the best discussion forum. For now.
The line for the results seemed to last forever. As is the way of small country schools, our principal and vice principal were talking everyone through their results individually and I was getting antsier with every passing second. By the time I got to that door, I was fit to burst, cry and scream. I just wanted to know. My principal asked me to sit down before he told me. Highest in the school. Is it weird to hug your principal? I did anyway, embarrassingly blurted out “I’mon be a docta” (phonetic speling is necessary here) and exited the room doing that weird half-crying, weird breathing thing. Mort.
So official offers are not released until Monday buuuuut…
With my 195 in the HPAT and 590 in the LC, giving me a combined score of 753 (I can add btw, there is a thing to change the points after a certain cut off point) I feel pretty damn confident that that coveted place in UCC Medical School is mine 
(Points last year were 715… Can it really jump that much?)
So I’m excited, astounded, thinking about things like recipes and school books and laundry and hairdryers (hair straightener issue is sorted thanks to my amazing aunt who gifted me a GHD, my now prize possession.) My year it seems was not a waste of time 
Thank you to for all the lovely comments and congratulations, both blogosphere and real world, I’ll try swipe you some celebratory medical supplies 
Parents, for letting me apply to school outside Limerick
Mammy, for listening to my sporatic crying bursts.
Daddy, for letting me sing in the bar with him to break from study.
Ms Ryan, for getting me gigs and an A1 in music.
Megan, for the supportive texts.
My amazing buddies, for believing in me and thinking I’m a genius even though I can’t tell Left from Right.
I’m still in shock. It’ll probably hit me on Monday. Until then, if anybody sees a quality hair dryer for less than €18, I would be much obliged if you let me know.
Beaucoup d’amor
In approximately twelve hours time, I will be sitting at a desk in my school hall, receiving the 2010 English Paper 1. The first of the most difficult set of exams of one’s life. Although one notoriously can’t prep for English 1, I banged out two hours this evening of Functional Writing, the correct use of dialogue and the features of persuasive of writing. And planned a convoluted short story that is nothing like the Notebook (anymore) thanks to an inspirational and jealousy filled (on my behalf) conversation about the story writing process with the boy.
I am rationalising blogging as practice for: possible diary entries, persuasive writing, reading, and my paper in general. Mmmm rationalising
My coping mechanisms for tomorrow? I slept from about 3:00 til 5:30 and once that was over, decided to take everything edible in my eyeline and nomnomnomnomnom.
600 points? So not happening. But medicine? Here’s hoping.
Yeah I’m jumping on the blogging band wagon and passing comment. This time last year I would’ve killed for this kind of snow, it is epic, instantly landing, fantasy snow. The kind children wait for for years before coming to the conclusion that meteorology doesn’t always work out the way you planned.
But now, because I’m a big old nerd, I want it to end. I want to leave the house, I want to go to scho0l, I want to sleep comfortably warm again and I severely need to start waking up before noon. Mocks in 7 weeks. Gah.
Last night I spent three hours on MSN, with the primary conversation topic being the pros and cons of Batman interspersed with my excitement about AnimeCon in November and whether Kirby from Super Smash Bros. was better on the Wii or N64.
What have I become? At least nobody can accuse me of being a D4 anymore.
Still excited about AnimeCon though.
No, I have not gotten around to any of those blogging tasks yet, and of course, I could be doing those instead of writing endless posts excusing myself, but these excuse posts require so much less thought, so onwards I say!
I woke up this morning (after having gone out at last night) at 8, just in time to revive my old Sunday ritual of waking up to Postsecret followed by a morning of makeover shows on channel 4. I’ve missed this.
In reviving an old habit, its nice to think what’s new and what’s different.
I bought my first pair of Uggs (fakes, so FUggs?) the other day, yet I still cling to my yellow bunny Converse for dear life.
I wear make-up and pearls to school *shock horror* but still meticulously organise my notes to a level some would call neurotic.
I still watch re-runs of Scrubs and Will&Grace with the same fervour I did when I was 13, but now House and Criminal Minds have been added to the group.
I go out, have a few drinks, but I still retain my dignity 
(Its not a universal trait – unfortunately)
One-time aquaintances have become best friends and best friends grow apart. And while we cherish our memories, one no longer feels the need to mope around whining “Everything’s chaaaaaaaaanging!”
And while I now listen to stuff like this:
I’m still the frake who was listening to this:
And of coures, this:
Enjoy!
You know you’re lame when science jokes become hilarious. I’m not quite sure when I crossed the threshold into this level of geekdom, but here I am.
Here are a few of the best, but you can find em all here.
A neutron walked into a bar and asked “How much for a drink?” The bartender replied “For you, no charge.”
Two atoms were walking across a road when one of them said, “I think I lost an electron!” “Really!” the other replied, “Are you sure?” “Yes, I ‘m absolutely positive.”
One day on the Tonight Show, Jay Leno showed a classified add that read: “Do you have mole problems? If so, call Avogadro at 602-1023.”
Heisenberg went for a drive and got stopped by a traffic cop. The cop asked, “Do you know how fast you were going?” Heisenberg replied, “No, but I know where I was.”
