It was a strange week for saying things. People I had never met said some things, people with whom I had recently become acquainted said some things, people who I adore said some things. And none of these things were malicious or even always directed at me personally.
So why is it that this build up of little niggles, the well meaning comments and advice, have thrown me off my game completely? I am filled with doubt – I don’t feel fit for anything, my ambition is waning, volunteering seems scarier than ever before, I can’t even convince myself to trust that the people who I care about reciprocate. At this point, I am just trying to tell myself that this too shall pass.
PS I miss you Token. Learn Scottish slang for us.
PPS I miss you Megan. Get better soon.
PPPS Continue to kick accounting ass Sinead. But then come home.
I’m quite tired. I find it semi-hilarious that when I’m quite tired I tend to blog instead of sleep. Clearly I have my priorities straight.
I’m still very busy, I have scripts and dances and songs to learn for work, facts about heart conditions and hereditary diseases to learn for college, plans and protocols to learn for my impending role as VP/Secretary for Out in UL. I have to skip the Great Limerick Run in favour of rehearsals but I am still hoping to do my birthday race so am trying to fit in runs. I am not sure how well I am doing but I’m tipping away.
I am now at the level of tired that all I want to do with my life is read books and record songs and write random poems for random boys. In short, its the time of year when I want to just be an artiste, knowing full well that given the opportunity I would spend all my time on facebook. I blame exams.
So I’m going to take Damien Rice’s advice and Sleep. Don’t Weep. And carry on.
Sleepy all-nighter of a morning.
To N, and the rest of the girls: I love you. It’ll be okay.
Regular readers will have figured out a simple fact about me by now: I like my sleep. And I’m not nice without my sleep. And I consistently don’t get enough 🙂
This mixed with my ever increasing stress from 6th year, the topsy turvy attitude I have as regards my subjects and the serious kink all this is putting in my social life, I find my self unexpectedly and resoundingly…happy 🙂 Not that I’m woe is me every hour of the day, but I do have the tendency to over dramatise and embody pessimism. Sometimes.
Mais, oui, le bonheur. Pourquoi?
Le fiche de CAO? Fini.
La vie sociale? Comme ci comme ca, mais tout le monde recoit l’attention 🙂
Le coeur? Contente.
Le sommeil? Non, mais n’est pas important.
Le francais? Because I can. 😛
Maybe this LC year ain’t so bad.
LC study started yesterday. Like full on I-have-a-life-changing-exam-in-8-months-holy-crap kind of study. I’m sleepy already, so I’m thinking of bringing a big ol’ thermos of coffee to school to prevent passing out in English class. My thermos is awesome by the way. It has pictures of pencils all over it. So school chic.
So focus is starting to kick in, Internet use is declining, I’m actually making an effort again after that long lazy summer. I’m just so sleepy. Maybe its all the waking up a 6am.
Hence my totally ineloquent blogpost.