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(no subject) [Mar. 24th, 2006|08:11 pm]
minmin
Freedom. Sweet. Glorious. Freedom.
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(no subject) [Jul. 13th, 2005|02:57 pm]
minmin
Now even the buses are mocking me. I was sitting outside Simon's Place today, enjoying a coffee and reading a book (The World According to Garp) when a bus advertising the new Harry Potter book dashed by. Then another. And another. Isn't it enough that I'll have to deal with screaming pre-pubescent children (and adults) on Saturday? Even worse was when my friend in work advised that I shouldn't wear my glasses on Saturday, as any small-ish, brown-haired male with glasses selling the new Harry Potter book is bound to be the subject of at least a couple ill-advised 'jokes'.
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(no subject) [Dec. 5th, 2004|11:00 pm]
minmin
"A chemoheterotroph is an organism that must consume organic molecules for both energy and carbon."

It's funny cos it's true.
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2004|08:01 pm]
minmin
One thing I'd like: That people couldn't block their phone number when they make phone calls. I've received five missed calls over the last two days, all of them coming up as 'no number'. agh. I managed to answer one, but they hung up.
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(no subject) [Mar. 24th, 2004|08:28 pm]
minmin
Don't go and see The Passion of The Christ. Unless seeing a man tortured and crucified for two hours is your idea of a good time.
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2004|07:37 pm]
minmin
Does anybody else have the rather annoying habit of finding themselves taking on the persona of the narrator of whatever book it is one's reading? At least to a certain extent. This wouldn’t be too much of a problem depending on the narrator, but I’m reading Vernon God Little, and if you’ve read it, you’ll realise why this isn’t such a good thing. I need to get out more. Or at least stop living inside my head so much. At start would be to stop obsessing over the French girl who works in the same shopping centre as me. Before it was just pathetic, but now I’m just confused. We talk far more than a simple customer-server relationship demands, and about things that aren’t just idle chit-chat (sometimes). And in an annoying twist of fate, I was sent out to collect wine glasses for the launch of yet one more chick-lit* novel, only to be informed that she had come in and spent nearly an hour browsing in the art section. My co-worker claimed she was only half-heartedly looking at the books, and was more interested in the people coming out of the staff room, but me being the eternal pessimist, I’m reluctant to hope.

*For you non-Irish readers (who are still reading this) chick-lit seems to be curiously unique to Ireland. Although there are non-Irish chick-lit writers, there seems to be a plague of them over here. The style tends toward the mediocre, and the subject matter is usually concerned with some love affair or misguided celebration of a misconception of wishy-washy feminism. Other people could describe them better.
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spreekt u engels? [Mar. 1st, 2004|08:30 pm]
minmin
i'm in flanders! at least i think this town is technically considered in the flanders region. they definitely speak flemish anyway. i think Leuven was my biggest surprise, as I kind of figured Bruxelles would be grand, like a little paris with fewer monuments. Leuven I thought would be a crappy university town in the middle of nowhere, and while it *is* a university town in the middle of nowhere, it's really cute and pretty. Ghent was as Ghent is.

belgium is a lot more fun than most people would think. i've enjoyed myself immensely, although the keyboards over here are slightly different so i'm getting wrist strain already.

back to dublin tommorrow and my crappy job.
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you will miss me when i burn... [Sep. 27th, 2001|10:45 pm]
minmin
When you have no one,
no one can hurt you

In the corners there is light
that is good for you
and behind you, I have warned you,
there are awful things

Will you miss me
when I burn, and will you eye me
with a longing
it is longing that I feel
to be missed for, to be real

When you have no one,
no one can hurt you

Will you miss me
when I burn,
and will you close
the others' eyes, it would be
such a favor
if you would blind them

There is absence, there is lack
there are wolves here
abound
You will miss me
when I turn
around

When you have no one,
no one can hurt you
when you have no one,
no one can hurt you
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on the complexities of my mind and the 6.35 am bus [Jul. 10th, 2001|09:48 pm]
minmin
[music |david kitt - whispers return the sun, rest the moon]

i have so many things to do, and so few hours in which to do them. this is what happens when you have to be in work for 7 o'clock in the morning. but i do spend my time semi-productively, like making mix tapes for friends (like this) and catching up with people i used to/currently have crushes on.

i also took that test which nearly everyone on my friends list has taken. a waste of time, of course, but it was quite acurate regarding certain things, which made me scared that i was 'histrionic', even though i have no idea what exactly that means (although, looking at the other categories, i'm thinking it's not good). this is what i got:

paranoid: very high
schizoid: high
schizotypal: high
antisocial: moderate
borderline: very high
histrionic: high
narcissistic: high
avoidant: very high
dependant: very high
obsessive compulsive: moderate

i don't want to go to work tomorrow. it's not so much the actual work that bothers me (it's constantly busy so the day goes by quite quickly), but rather having to get the first bus in the mornings. always the same people and nobody ever talks. everyone has identical stunned and wide-eyed looks, similar to when you're violently woken up by something awful (whether that be alarm clocks or feelings of impending doom). also everything looks strange at that time of the morning.
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(no subject) [Jul. 4th, 2001|10:47 pm]
minmin
[music |belle + sebastian - if you're feeling sinister]

it's hard to keep focused sometimes. taking stupid personality tests is fine, but it really doesn't solve anything: it's just a waste of time. i'm trying to keep myself focused so that i can give a shit when i see her (which will be soon), but i don't think i can. it's too tiring, and to be honest, we haven't been close in well over a year. it's my fault as much as hers, but i'm allowed to be biased and i would say it's definately more hers.

i start work full-time on friday. meh.
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