It has never made sense to me, the girls who complain about how cold it is, and shiver, they’re wearing two tops and two jumpers, and they’re still cold…
yet they’re wearing a skirt.
Has it not occurred to you that perhaps the reason why you’re cold is the fact that your legs are exposed, and no amount of layering on the top half will fix that?
No?
Okay.
As for me, I know damn well why I’m cold today.
Just because you don’t do something, doesn’t mean you can.t
I don’t swim any more, but I’m a damn good swimmer – I was county champion for two years but I don’t swim any more.
Just because I don’t play sax in band, doesn’t mean I can’t – I play it in orchestra.
And just because I don’t dress in pink and skirts and heels doesn’t mean I can’t, either.
Except heels. Can’t wear heels, I fall over too much.
Yesterday, I was talking to Alex about how to defend yourself from rape. In my opinion, as more an occasional viewer of Law and Order: SVU than as a law student, the best defence to a rape charge is to claim rough consensual sex.
I’m not sure why I was talking about it, but still.
Then, this morning, I walked into evidence at ten, and Maddox brings up on his slideshow: Past Sexual History. Then he starts talking about how it’s a defence to rape to suggest rough consensual sex, and in that case you can introduce evidence of past sexual history to strengthen your defence.
Coincidence?
I believe Maddox either watches the cameras of where we were last night, or coincidence is a very strange thing.
Or maybe I talk about rape too much…
Ever notice how the same walk can take longer depending on who you’re walking with, which direction you’re going, and how motivated you are to get to your destination?
I was thinking, when I was walking home from the train station today, that it takes me nearly twice as long to walk home as it does to walk there.
Admittedly, in the mornings, it takes me all of five minutes to get there, but still…
When I’m going home, I have to cross the bridge over the platform, but surely that doesn’t add five whole minutes on?
I guess it’s mostly because I don’t have to be home for any particular time so, although I walk fast, I’m not under any sort of pressure to get home, whereas when I’m heading for a train, clearly I’m trying to get there before the train does.
Although the way trains in Ireland work I could probably walk at a third of the speed and still get to the station with time to spare before the train…
Today, at work, I was validating the dairy section. It’s never my favourite section as, well, it’s rather cold, and it takes a long time, and I don’t eat yoghurts or drink milk, so the only thing which I really enjoy looking at is the cheeses (I’m planning on buying the traditional cheese co. waxed vintage cheddar sometime soon, as it looks quite appealing).
But anyways, you see some strange things in Dunnes, shoved into the backs of fridges. People pick things up, then decide midway through their shopping trip that, actually, they don’t want it after all, so they shove it on the nearest shelf, or fridge, for some poor unsuspecting shop drone to pick up and scratch their head at.
Obviously, there are people who pick things up, look at them and then put them back in the wrong place, that happens too, but it’s the blatant abandonment of items which clearly don’t belong there which gets to me.
I mean, seriously, who EVER thinks that steak belongs with orange juice? Not the same fridge.
Bread and soft drinks? Well, it’s not a particularly well-known combination, and the paper on the bread tends to go soggy, but maybe it’ll catch on.
I’m fairly used to it by now, I don’t even raise an eyebrow at most of the things you’d find, I just put them back.
However, today, I have to say, I was a little surprised.
I mean, seriously. Shoes? Pink ones? With white laces?
In a fridge? That’s just weird.
I mentioned this to one of my managers, and her only comment was “yeah, but these shoes are only €2.50! Bargain!”
Touché.
I have many, many pairs of trainers – the number is ranging somewhere into double digits now, I’m almost afraid to count them.
The thing is, I really love trainers.
But there are pairs I love more than others.
The last time we went to Canada, I bought two pairs of trainers (this was about three or four years ago, I haven’t grown since, don’t judge me). One of them is black and white polka dots with rainbow stripes. I put rainbow laces in them too. The other pair is white with koi carp on them, and turquoise and white laces.
I love both pairs, but I liked the rainbow ones more.
I wore them into the ground – now I can’t wear them any more, because I walk with my feet tilted in, and it destroys the soles of my shoes. My mother made me replace the polka dotted trainers, because my feet squished in them every time I went outside.
So I replaced them with a pair of trainers bought in New York last November, not the one just gone, but the one before.
They’re black with multi-coloured Zoo York logos on them and rainbow laces too, and similarly, I loved them to pieces. I wore them almost every day, despite having numerous other pairs of trainers, and they’re also destroyed, and have been since they were only maybe nine months old, because I wore them with such frequency.
Being a college student, see, I have little else to wear but jeans and hoodies, plus, I fall over in trainers, so heels are a big no-no.
I should have thrown out those two pairs of trainers, probably years ago at this stage, but I can’t bring myself to do it, probably because I loved them so much.
I even still wear the Zoo York ones sometimes, although invariably when I do it rains, and I end up squelching my way home, which is never fun.
So, yeah, I should throw them out, but I can’t. I cling to them with some incredible ferocity, that when my mother tries to get me to chuck them I yell at her. Not cool.
I’m not sure why I’m so clingy with the damn shoes, ’cause it’s not like I don’t have other trainers to wear.
I guess you just get that way with some things.
I mean seriously, they’re really frickin’ cool trainers!
A lot of the time, I don’t put all the effort I could into them. Most things, I don’t do as well as I could, I don’t put all my effort into them.
But the last few days, I’ve really been pushing the boat out.
When it comes to sleeping, I’m normally a champion – I can fall asleep anywhere, on anything, with any amount of noise around. Mostly, though, I tend to sleep in my bed.
However, I’ve been superb the last few days. I was counting, and I slept for 15 hours on Saturday night, eight on Sunday, fell asleep for an hour in college on Monday, came home at six, fell asleep for an hour, got up again for half an hour and then went back to bed.
I know I like sleep, but that’s excessive to the point of being slightly worrying.
I spent much of today typing and re-typing my curriculum vitae – it has to be submitted by tomorrow evening so that I can start applying for 12-month industrial work placements for next year.
The problem, I think, with doing up my CV, is that while I’ve been the person who did everything – last year I was a founding member and secretary of the law society, class rep, I did every extracurricular going, in school I edited the school magazine, ran the student council, acted as an ambassador for the school on open nights and I’ve been a member of the LCB and the LVO for years, as well as getting music lessons and passing all my grade exams. Then there’s the swimming – I was Kildare County Champion for two years – and the Community Games stuff – like MCing the talent show last weekend and the fact that I’m youth officer for Confey Community Games – it’s hard to know what’s relevant to put on the damn CV.
Like for instance when I was 13 I did a mock magistrate’s court – that’s law-related, but it was 6 years ago – why would that be relevant now?
Besides which, holding down a part-time job and managing to pad out my CV with extras is hard work – I’ve really struggled with it this year.
I’d say the only people who’ll get the damn placements are over-achievers like Fitzy and Sharon, who manage to do everything, have an awesome SO, look great and be damned nice to boot.
God damn you people. -.-
This week, I’ve been off work, I’m on my spring holidays.
We get two weeks of spring holidays and two weeks of summer holidays every year – Spring ones have to be taken between January and, I think, the middle of May, whereas Summer ones go from the rest of May to November (You’re not allowed take holidays in December, because the store tends to be busy).
In any case, I was away last weekend, as I’ve mentioned, but my holidays didn’t start until Monday – the work week runs from Monday to Sunday.
Okay, so I work in Dunnes, which is right next to college, but despite the fact that I was on holidays, today, Saturday, was the first day I haven’t been in the store. That’s appalling.
I need to get a life.
For the last I don’t even know how long, Confey has hosted the Community Games County Kildare Talent show. It’s always on in February, and for the last two years I’ve played the role of MC (most likely because my dad and his friend Martin run the Community Games in Confey and my dad is like Vice-chair of the County Board or something… Nepotism howareya, like).
In any case, this year I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do it, because it was only mentioned like last week or something, but as it turns out (the talent show is tomorrow), I’m on holidays from work this week, so it’s no bother to do it.
Now, the talent show itself is an all-day thing, by the end of which I end up hoarse and starving, but I do it because I figure there’s not much else I’d be doing with a Saturday other than sleeping, and sure that’s what Sunday’s for.
However!
I invariably forget that setting up for the talent show is far more tiresome than the talent show itself.
So when I wandered in from college today and plopped myself onto the couch, I was then reminded by my dad that we were supposed to head over to the school to lump tables around and set out chairs in neat rows and set off fire alarms.
Oh, we weren’t supposed to do that?
Ah well, we did it anyways.
Table-lumping is hard work! I’m small and weak and girly! I had to employ Sinéad to help me, while Shane swanned around carrying tables one-handed and stuff. Show-off.
In any case, I’m tired and bruised by tables now.
Thought of the moment
