Sunday, 24 April 2016

The 5 W's: Who, What, Where, When, why?

You'll know that I have a thousand college assignments due when you see me publish a post on here. 
Why? Because I am very fond of procrastination. In-fact this evening I spent an HOUR on the Vogue Youtube channel watching '73 questions with such and such'.

Now where was I...


32 weeks ago on the 7th of September I sat here in this very room, on this very laptop preparing myself for my very first day of my Masters and here I am 32 weeks on preparing for my very last week in college. Technically I still am not finished (having to do a thesis all summer-on my own accord). BUT classes are over at the end of this week and I am a ball of mixed emotions.

Where has this college year gone? I feel like I should have embraced it a bit more.
Between working four days/evenings a week and the masters I didn't feel like I had that much spare time.

This year went. dare I say it...smoothly. Now that's not to say that stuff didn't happen. 
Stuff happened that made me cry, I was homesick (yes. I was. not so much anymore, soz mum.), I felt over-whelmed, lost, useless, lost, not good enough, not able, did I mention lost? 

But I learned a lot about myself. I learned how to be comfortable being alone and that it was 'okay' to be alone. I learned to stand up for myself. I learned the importance of surrounding myself with like-minded people, people who made me feel just as intelligent as I thought that they were. I learned to not be so hard on myself. I made new friends while loosing some old ones. I stayed up all night when I should have been studying, slept on peoples couches, laughed, cried, learned how to live on pasta and rice for a week solid, and that 'you don't make friends doing assignments'. 

With this last week I have 1001 things left to do. But Friday WILL come and they WILL get done.           

Now if anyone is looking for me Friday night I will be in Costello's kicking ASS at beer pong.

Stressfully yours, 


Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Sad isn't it? Part II.

We were friends once.

Not that long ago.

I would tell you my secrets and you would tell me yours.

Now I don't even know what your doing with your life.

Sad isn't it?

People drift apart and it happens all the time.

But it doesn't make it hurt any less.

I blame him you and you blame me.

But we're not even sure how it started.

We're probably both to blame.

Both too pig headed to admit that we're sorry.

But both better off the way we are now?

I'm happy, I'm not sure about you.

Just remember I tried.

You didn't.

Sad isn't it?


Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Sad isn't it?


Today is your birthday.

You are eight.

You came into this world in the very early hours of a Wednesday morning in 2007 and I stayed awake because I was so desperate to hear that you made it into the world okay.

The next morning I got to meet you and I could have cried.

All pink with a head full of hair.

And eight years later here you are a little girl with a gapped tooth smile.

You told me you either want to be a Guard or a Beautician when you grow up.

I told you why not do both.

The thing is 'we' don’t get to see you very often. 

In the last 8 years I have never seen you for more than two days in a row.

Sad isn't it?

But it's the norm. 

Which is even sadder. 

We've never seen you on your birthday.

Santa either comes a few days late or a few days early to our house because we never get to see you on the actual day. 

But your happy because you've never known any different in your life.

Sad isn't it?  

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Growing up Online


You can't really escape social media nowadays can you?
Especially the job that I plan on going into. A journo.
They tell us we have to be all kinds of tech-savvy social media self promoters, when sometimes the lecturers lecturing us on this can't even get the power-point to work. AWKS.

Bebo was the Facebook of my generation. Painfully sitting through the dial up connection noise praying it would connect to the internet. Only allocated a certain amount of time 'online' to 'give love' to your 'other half'. A more simpler time I might add where you know who-liked-who from the position they held in their top sixteen.
Painfully waiting an hour for a Youtube video to load before your parents screamed at you to get off the internet because someone was trying to get through on the house phone. 

If you have no clue what I am on about think pre-wifi era.

The 90's children internet.

I would HATE to be a teenager growing up nowadays.

Everything is got at the click of a button and we spend endless hours staring blankly into a screen. Social media outlets designed were we post content just to get some validation from our peers and strangers. It is tiring and I have learned that you do not need to share the entire content of your life online. Gone are the days of  'u ok hun?' under a status stating how you hated 'so and so'.  

As I have gotten older I have realized that some things are best kept private.


Yes I have a blog where I write what I want and post pictures and chat absolute shite. But there are so many unpublished posts that never made it to the eyes of whoever the hell is reading these posts. Written by an emotionally un-stable sinéad, who was glad to click save rather than publish. 

So what exactly am I trying to say? Well like most of the time I'm not sure.
But I remember being a teenager and not caring about how I appeared online.....because I was rarely ever on it.

Now I'm snap-chatting my friends what I'm doing, while also texting one of them in a different conversation, and also organizing plans in the whatsapps group while filtering the crap out of my pictures on Instagram and hash-tagging my life away on twitter while sipping left on tinder like there is no tomorrow. It is exhausting. But it's only going to get bigger and better? Worse? 
Oh who knows.

Sometimes it's best to step away from your phone and instead of trying to document everything; what your eating/wearing/checking yourself in on facebook. 
How about you actually just enjoy what your doing and who your doing it with.

 Put the phone down.


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