"I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes..." Revival.

What better a time to resurrect the blog than I time where I (should) have virtually no time to do anything other than study?

I don't have much to say.

Saw Up last night. If you haven't seen it you've probably heard from everyone you know that has and read in every review how bloody wonderful it is and you might be sick of hearing about it. Nevertheless, you MUST go and see it! Oh my God, what an incredible film. So, maybe I was just in emotional mood that day (I was) but about ten minutes in tears were streaming down my face and if I hadn't stopped every few minutes to laugh hysterically at the hugely funny scenes in this film, I would've cried solidly until the end. A large group of us went to see it and as it turned it, after the lights came on and the credits faded (we always stay until the very end), a few of the other girls were all blotchy and whimpering, too. I couldn't believe it was only us that had been moved to tears!

For those of you who haven't seen the ads (not as though the ads give you any idea of what it's like), Up is the story of an old man named Carl, living on his own in a changing world, who decides it's time to take to the skies: he attaches a thousand helium balloons to the chimney of his house and laughs as he floats up and away. However, Carl gets some surprise at the young and terrified Boy Scout trapped on his porch, who he ends up stuck with. The pair become tangled up in one massive airborne adventure on which they encounter some hilarious creatures, including a "talking" dog and a huge, colourful bird named Kevin.

I don't know if I feel like really reviewing it fully (besides, I'd end up giving loads away), but let's just say it is unmissable. Like I said, it is incredibly funny, so sweet and perfect for anyone of any age. If you've got (or ever had): grandparents, a spouse, a child, or a heart this film will affect you. You might even cry your eyes out if you're anything like me*

I'm going to be late for me us, better run. Oh, and I got nothing done on my History project. Of course.

Grace.

xx

*an emotional wreck, if you were wondering.

"But my smile still stays on..." What could this be about?

Oh, yes, it's the annual Stagewise round-up. Only, for some reason I don't feel like writing all about it. Possibly because it was my third, best, and last year and I may just break down into tears. Not really joking. I loved it all so much, even the bits like singing and dancing, which I am bad at! I volunteered in acting class, finally. I did whatever I could, including the Jive (which we got right at last, and just in time!). I got a nosebleed - that was annoying. I was a curly-haired kelptomaniac, a psychopathic schoolteacher and an Australian-loving runaway with a lesbian best friend. I represented how to be sensual, slippery, how to brush one's teeth erotically and how to be Russian Ivy (there's vodka invovled, I wouldn't get into the specifics). I was picked as a volunteer to just 'walk into the space'. There were visual aids. Our final show was an emotional roller coaster for the audience and the cast, and the finale song (Show Must Go On) is on YouTube, although I don't really see you going off and watching it.

Let's just leave it at: I had the best week ever, and I wish it didn't have to end, but it did.

Also, I'm going off to the Gaeltacht on Sunday. Should be good. Haven't packed a single thing and there is so much I still need to get.

Harry Potter's coming out on Wednesday. I wonder how much they will destroy the book this time.

Oh, and I most insane night ever last night, out and around galway city. That was madness. I'll be vague, and go. Camping tonight!

x

"....Tógfaidh an grian slán mé?" ...Gaeilge, y'know. Just for the craic.

So I was on the radio* last night, banging on about the Gaeltacht. Embarrassing myself left, right and centre no doubt. It was kinda fun though. I got a call in the middle of the day from the researcher, asking me if I would go on as they were doing a kind of special based on what to bring to the Gaeltacht. Just because I had texted in the night before. So, it's easier than one would think, getting on the air. And it wasn't like I sort of phoned them up out of the blue, demanding to be allowed to speak (which I was sort of planning on doing), they chose me! Somehow.

We couldn't get over how big a deal people thought it was, though. I got about ten texts in two mintues go "Oh my God....!!!" or "You said 'hi' to meee on the radio!" even though it was fairly unspectacular. In fact, and unsurprisingly, I would have gone on for much longer. I would have gone forever, about anything. I've heard I'm hard to shut up. At least, I think that's what people are saying, I never really let them finish!

Anyways, it's Bonfire Night apparently. I am slightly ashamed to say I am still in my pyjamas, as I spent the morning and up-to-now of the afternoon reading My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult. Incidentally, a great way to get me to finally read a book is to make a film of it. I cannot stand seeing the film if I haven't read the book. It doesn't sit well with me, not being able to complain about how much they have changed everything. From the ads** I thought it would be very soppy and sweet and heart-rending, but it's quite dark. And I've cried about fifty times; I am such a girl.

To sum up, I've been wasting my day and have no plans for tonight. Any good bonfires happening?

My camera cable is still lost, but I am now accepting donations. Please, buy me a new one!

Just realised I haven't eaten yet. It's twenty to four. This is not good.

Another pointless post! Ciao.

xx

*It was only iRadio before you get too excited. On iTalk which I listen to every night, practically.

**see! It's happening already. Damn you, Hollywood.

"Give us a wink and make me think of you..." ...Work?

So, I never thought it would happen, but I had my first (and most likely, only) bit of work for the summer last weekend.

It was rather fun, doing footfall reports* and interviewing tourists for the Chamber of Commerce. There was a Shopping Weekend on in Westport, which basically means all the shops put on loads of deals, but most of them weren't great. 'Spend over €50 and get a free wristband with two coupons'-kinda thing. But, anyways, I got to annoy pretty much every visitor into our beautiful, boring town with surveys! Amongst other errands. The entire three days got me thinking : work is fun!** But really, I don't think I'm likely to get anything else. If you've got a job for someone who's going to be gone for another month of our rapidly disappearing summer, please throw it this way.

But the interviews! They were... terrifying. When the French people shouted at me in French saying they didn't understand English, that made me sad! Especially as I met my french teacher ten minutes later who was appalled I didn't immediately turn on (what she must think is) my amazing fluency of the French language. I must say now that it doesn't exist. Confronted by actual French teenagers (the adults who would speak to me understood me very well) the only translating I managed to do was "Ehh, like, les loisirs...?" and "Les poubelles!". However, she didn't seem to accept that they don't want to hear your pitiful attempt at their language. Unless you are, like her, a fluent French speaker.

Although, it was mostly fear, too. And severe discomfort at being hopeless at something that they were all very good at. (Well, obviously, it's their native language.)

Where am I going with this? Oh, yes, friends of mine discovered that my little temporary job was an excellent way of meeting young American tourists. Namely boys, and namely gorgeous ones. I felt incredibly bad for them in their shorts and t-shirts: it poured much of Saturday. So they ran up to me when they had spotted some lads from the USA, armed themselves with my surveys and turned on the charm. This technique only worked twice, as they came up with it very late in the day, but it was pretty nice while it lasted. There was something very polite and almost wide-eyed about them, everything about Ireland seems to amaze them! It was so sweet. The girls in question had also met some groups of Americans the night before out about the town, and had become rather obsessed! It was decided that "we put the 'us' in USA!" would be the pick-up line from then on. It was a pretty weird weekend.

Can't really be bothered to write much more. How pointless.

xx

*Standing on the street for an hour (at two key points of the day) with a clicker (remember the Lynx ad campaign?) going every time someone passed me. The kind of stuff I have no problem with doing all day long.

**It had dawned on me since that work isn't actually delivering orange balloons to every business in Westport for three hours, really it has. I wish it were. (Subjunctive?) Give me some mindless filing or more interviews to do, and I would do that for the summer. I think. I have a very short attention span though, I'd probably just...

"If you can't make your mind up, we'll never get started." ...Summer!

So, it's summer and my ear is itchy.

Those two things aren't necessarily linked... But if they are it will totally ruin my day. 

So, another friend started a blog. I'm officially 'tipping' it to be good. Bookie's favourite. Or whatever. I'm not a bookie, so I don't know where I got the right to officially tip things. Anyways, Eoin's in America while writing so there'll be actual stuff of interest in it. AMOTTC is what it is. Go there. 

Now, back to summer. Wow, it is such gorgeous weather. And it's only the end of May. Oh, no, it's actually the first of June. But seriously, this is brilliant. Even though we don't know how long it will last, it's pretty nice while it's here. You should all follow my lead and kit yourself out in revealing shorts and mum's sunglasses (which are from the actual 80s which is cool, but are also incredibly scratched, hindering sight, which isn't AS cool). 

   It's strange. I thought I was going to collapse with nirvana when Fifth Year ended. Now I wouldn't be getting up before eight every morning, then coming home and crying with tiredness. Not to mention the guilt and stress that is often linked with dodging as much work as possible. Alternatively, but far less regularly, we've also got the exhaustion from staying up all night doing an essay or studying for a test. But, like I said, not a very regular occurrence. 

   However, the very day after our last day of school for a whole three months, I found myself wandering around our house thinking, "What the hell do I do now?!". This is the girl who devoted time to complaining about school, about work, about Fifth Year. I ended up alphabetising books, decorating folders, writing stuff for our films, sorting out all my notes, and now writing a blog which I sorely neglected for pretty much the entire year. 

 I'm institutionalised! 

I've become fixated on coming up with little projects, and on Thursday just kept thinking about what we would have been doing and how I much I missed it. 

There's something wrong with me, right? 

I think I'm slowly ironing it out, and I know in about two weeks I won't care about anything anymore. Which, obviously, isn't great. I'm going to read about a thousand books, I'm already decided on that. 

I was halfway through The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien, which was indeed brilliant, but I lost it! I put it down on the grass in the Crescent, then either forgot to put it back into my bag or someone else put it in theirs. Either way, I don't have it anymore. And that makes me sad. Also, it wasn't even mine, my mother borrowed it from one of her friends ages ago. 

It's back to Great Expectations, that stupid tome, which cleverly succeeded in pretending to be a lot shorter that it so clearly is. Because I had been reading it for about five months, and got about three chapters in. And I am not a slow reader. But I keep going back to it, and reading about one page a week. I think the people who read some of it every week in a magazine or whatever don't know how well they had it. 

I was supposed to put pictures on the computer but I think I have also lost the cable which connects the camera to it. 

Films-wise, our production company, GASP, have a couple of projects at the moment. Having recently gotten to the finals of Fresh Film with the film 'An Awkward Moment', we're planning on moving on to bigger and better things. Or, at least, possibly winning something, one of these days. So, we've got a script in from an outside source, which we will put into action pretty soon. On top of that, just for our own fun, we're editing the film 'Niamh's Super Sweet Eighteenth', a parody of the hit MTV show, but full of our own weirdness and inside jokes which we love, but isn't exactly going to win an Oscar. 

We also recently came first in our school (again) for the Google SketchUp 'Town of Tomorrow' competition. You can probably find us lurking about the internet. 

Basically, we're deadly. 

this is a silly picture of me and saoirse whilst 

filming ' an awkward moment' in her house.

i have loads but this is the only one with people

i'm allowed to have pictures of. officially. 

once again, something officialised by me.

We went to the beach yesterday, it was lovely. I was 'body boarding'. This is a kid who up until a two or three years ago would not go into the sea. And would cry if made to. Now I'm all "WHOOOOOO THE SEA!". Except, it was so cold. I was crying and whining like a dog. Which made my friend take off his rash vest and give it to me, I'm so horrible. However, the water is so cold it numbs you from the cold. It's a 'vicious circle'! 

We took a load of ridiculous pictures, but like I've mentioned, camera y computer = no communicado. 

The final thing I have to say is to do with drama. I recently auditioned for a play, and got a part! Oh, yes! It's called 'Multiplex'' by Christopher William Hill (yeah, no-one's heard of it...). My character's called Whizz. Whereas there aren't technically any main characters, the play is way more focused on three or four of the boys so you could definitely say they are. And the girls aren't as important. Nevertheless, mine is one of the more important girls, so that's cool! I get to be all slutty. Which, of course, is fun. And it's a lot of fun, because it's mostly people from my drama group that are in it. It's a brilliantly hilarious play, with tonnes of swearing which we all, of course, love, but most of it is being cut. It's going to be on in the Linenhall in November (I know, ages away), but you better come. 

This summer is going to be fun. 

I'm back obsessed with Regina Spektor.  Top buzzin' tunes. 

Sorry that was so boring. 

later.

grace.

xxxx.

...And another thing.

I'm terrible. 

But check this out. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aOTtK_Id8Y

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aOTtK_Id8Y

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aOTtK_Id8Y

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aOTtK_Id8Y

We're trying to get a thousand views on this video, for no real reason. It was taken at our friend's party, and it's our friends' band (they're actually really good, you just can't really make it out in this...).  

They're called the Russian Delingquents (yes, that 'g' is "meant" to be there!) and that's enough plugging (and mindless blogging) for a while!

"Monsters are evil and they do things for their own satisfaction."

Not much today.

That will be all for today. 

xx