YAY!

Today is a Thursday

Translation woman sent me work.

Lecturer man gave me his translation memory so I'll nd up getting paid for about twice as much work as I actually do ;)

Also there are translation jobs coming up in the Uni.

It might be good weekness after all!

And now I must go work so i can be all finished before oxegen cos otherwise I'll be in a spot of bother ;)

Also limerick this weekend to catch up with peoples!
Bouncybouncy!

HUZZAH!

Ho hum!

I hate coming back from holidays...and yes yes everyone who was vaguely paying attention and knows I've been back since last wed/thursday I AM aware of that...but I got to have galway holidays until saturday ..which were different from galway non-holidays in recent times only in that I didnt have to feel guilty about being a shiftless bum ;)
And then i was in Limerick busybusybusy having to buy a suit for an interview today...and also managing to fit in another Indian meal and enjoy it...quite honestly I didnt think that that was possible!!(Bradford=best Indian in the world..I think my blood has been replaced by madras sauce mmmm)
So today I did the interview-and actually enjoyed the practical bit YAY!-but have decided that they wont hire me cos they're stupid.
And now I'm discovering that I'm bored...and I dont like it! So I really really have to start looking for things to do in a useful and productive manner.
I did mail my translation contact woman telling her to employ me lots but who knows how busy they are?! And tomorrow I'll be good and mail lots more people mmmhmm.
Other than that weekdays are stupid and weekends are clearly better-which upsets me cos I'm SURE that I liked being idle every day of the week when I was wee...but maybe thats good-I'm clearly old and will die soon and thus not be bored any more huzzah!!

There's always something to cheer you up-you just have to look ;)

And if that didnt work try this:


YAY!

YAY!

A title all in capitals out of sheer excitement!!

Tomorrow I get to go on holidays which should be nice and amusing!
Some might say that I've already been on holidays for the last...ermm...some many weeks-and to those people I say-kind of..! But it's not the same as actually getting to leave and go and fly to another place where (theoretically) they'll have tiny shampoos...huzzah for the sheer minimalist shampooness of it all!!!

Which reminds me of moby...which made me lose the game..!
(If YOU'd been watching cribs today the word 'minimalist' would make you think of moby too..clearly you have a job and thus avoided it... ;) )

So tomorrow I get to go flying which is probably one of the funnest things in the world even with Ryanair! I love the taking offness and the flyingness and the landingness of it all quite a lot - and this time my plan is to arrive for the plane vaguely on time and not get distracted by pints...yes...!

In other news I have mostly been reading Salman Rushdie and Neil Gaiman and am a happy reading girlie - I missed actually reading actual books..
I'll join a library the second I can figure out how to give those books back to the one in Spiddal without having to a) talk to anyone or b) pay them a crazy fine...I mean..they're only...8 months overdue?!
You'd think I had something else to DO when I was in Spiddal...one of life's great mysteries I spose ;)

Yay Thursdays =)

For Froodie

It's a radio...yet it's fluffy and pink and squshy...

I do tend to collect the oddest of things!

Lo, said she, for the dream has become reality...

For some time past a question has plagued both myself and other disciples of his comedicness Bill Bailey as to whether it is possible to make just a little piece of happiness for ourselves in a world gone tragically wrong?

I have dedicated myself (when I remembered) to seeing if this ambition was within the grasp of the human race - and now, I can show you the light!

For I say to you:
The experiment works...

Figure 1: Here we see a basic egg - a tinfoil wrapped harbinger of the death of childhood as, inside, one only finds pain, misery, disappointment and one of those codes for the Kinder website that no one ever uses...EVER... (oh there's a plastic toy too)



Figure 2: The egg released!A hollow and empty thing, breathing its lifelessness on all who pass! Which seems to be at the very least a mixed metaphor what with the breathing lifelessness but at least it's suitably melodramatic...oh yes....



Figure 3: What's this?? Can it be true?! Can such a hybrid, a melange, a mish mash, a hodge podge be created with impunity? Or will punity be the inevitable conclusion to this tale of twisted fantasy...?



Figure 4: I think this speaks for itself really ;)



Figure 5: And lo the egg was closed.

And what was created was neither Kinder nor Creme...but the ultimate expression of confectionary eggness.




And mostly, that's what I did this weekend :)

Things

Even in Traditional Tacky Jumper and Tourist Junk Shops they don't stock Aran thongs.
Which, to be quite honest, is something of a relief.

It is possible to increase the number of pint glasses in one's home quite considerably over a small number of days...not being good at theft I can claim very little credit for this, but having had 4 pint glasses we now have 12, including a guinness, a carlsberg and a franziskaner one. Each of them truly hold a special place in my cupboard...well...in the cupboard in the kitchen anyway, and hopefully I will no longer be admonished by my housemate for 'hoarding' them in my room when I have...two....maybe I am a kind of criminal after all....

Also pizza and beer is a very very good idea...the perfect quantity of beer has yet to be determined but I think due to sheer enthusiasm for the experiment i may have overshot the mark on Sunday...but who am I to argue with a hangover free monday? indeed life is good ;)

Then, today, I discovered that reading 4 days worth of papers in a day leaves roughly enough ink on my face to print a small pamphlet...and that's not even counting the fingerprints I may (or may not) have managed to leave on every white painted door in this house...of course, proving that they were mine would be...ermm...never mind..

Also, I should leave the house more than just when I go to collect Indian takeaway (which I had to have because I had a spare naan in my fridge...this is the kind of logic that will, eventually, make me queen). It was kind of worrying that I walked in, stood at the counter and the guy knew my name.
Actually, that was particularly worrying because I'd only been there once before and that was three houses ago...
He gave some random explanation about mine being the only order due for collection...but I'd said nothing!NOTHING! Truly, eastern mysticism has rubbed off on the...French employees...yes..

And that is all =)

Rainy meh

There's a theory which I have always ascribed to, that if one spends a certain amount of time out in the rain, one will eventually reach saturation point-that remarkable point beyond which you can't get any wetter anyway so why worry?

The difficulty (I have discovered) is ascertaining exactly when that point is - because tonight, standing in the rain, waiting for a bus, I thought I had reached this nirvanic state a number of times...only to discover that not only were my jeans capable of retaining more water, but also that my jacket would eventually soak through and wet elbows would become a hideous reality.
I maintain it ruined my blissful state of yogic peacefulness (otherwise known as exhaustion)

However it does make you appreciate the little things-like electric showers...and electric kettles...and...electric laptops....yes....

And duvetts mmmm

If there were electric duvetts I think I'd leave my room even less than I do ;)

aHA!

I have just decided to write a novel which begins with the line:

'He stood there, like a simile.'

I imagine this is gonna save me a lot of creative effort.