tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23246875147086660422024-03-14T13:34:21.769+00:00Living In WonderlandLIVING IN WONDERLAND - The mumblings and musings of a not-so-normal Dubliner.Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-15620677215013502822012-06-06T21:51:00.001+01:002012-06-06T21:51:03.881+01:00Sucker PunchI am such a misery guts lately. I have nooooo idea why. Like all I'm doing is working and going out with friends. Don't get me wrong, I adore my friends, and I could be in a lot more of a pickle than I am. I have no money issues of sorts, I have a job to find my alcoholic tendencies, and I have amazing friends. But I'm missing something. I don't know what it is. I think I've gotten myself into my Motel state again. Matt follows me around like a freakin puppy but even when I go and kiss other guys in front of him he still comes after me. I don't know why. Silly boy. I just don't like the poor chap. Wish I did, but I can do better, and after the last few I am certainly going to make sure I get what I deserve. I know my worth!<br />
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Currently watching Sucker Punch. The soundtrack is beyond epic, and although the film is slightly bleak and dark, all the girls in it are sexy as hell and can kick ass. <br />
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Oh oh oh. Word of advice, don't bother paying to see Prometheus in the cinema. Shocking shocking film. Like a whole other level of bad. <br />
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Need to get out of this funk. <br />
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Living In Wonderland xo Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-40746847081756468292012-05-23T23:34:00.001+01:002012-05-23T23:34:30.113+01:00SummmmmaaaahhhhFinished college for the summer. Deeeeelighted with life right now. I also invested in some new spray tanning lotion for my little piglet. It's a nice little money maker that thing is. And it also means I can be blick whenever I want to too :D<br />
I am back working full time now. It's shit and boring and crap. But then again working in my job for over 2 years is going to do that to me. Bit I guess I can't complain, how else am I going to pay for college next year?? €2000 isn't going to fall out of my ass!!<br />
I really really miss Tim and Alex. Finally get to see them on the 3rd June for some serious RnR. Going to squeeze every single drop of lulz and loves from them when I see them. <br />
Right now I am living the life. In bed. Watching The Rugrats. I am too cool<br />
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Good grief hurry up pay day you're taking the piss this time round. <br />
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Living In Wonderland xo<br />
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Note to self: Being good is bad. Being bad is brilliant.<br />
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Living In Wonderland xoLiving In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-19498954714572863642012-05-08T17:29:00.001+01:002012-05-08T17:29:51.175+01:00Adrenaline...I hate it. I just had a practical exam there and my nerves are shot to hell from all the adrenaline. It lasted only 30 minutes but because I was so stressed out and nervous I completely build up all this adrenaline and now it's over and I feel like I have drank 20 cups of coffee or I have taken serious amounts of cocaine and that I should go running or something. What to doooooo what to doooooooooo.<br />
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So it's pretty much been a year since I was on this posting, mainly because life got in the way and I broke my laptop and there is not a chance in hell I have the money to buy a new one. It's funny reading over old blogs I created here. Just where I was back then and how I was feeling. A lot has changed since then. I'm back in college doing beauty therapy which I have always wanted to do and I am in the throws of exams. I've never been more happier in my entire life. I have amazing friends and family and I am just happy in pretty much every aspect of my life. One more week of exams and then I am done duh done done. </div>
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There are a few people that I have gained and lost along the way from the past year. I managed to find solace in 22 girls from my class in college. To say I have found my kindred spirits is a bit of an understatement. These girls are mental. I'm talking drinking bottles of vodka and seeing how quick they can moritify themselves and destroy their shoes and lives on a night out kind of way. I love them more than they'll ever know. But of course life will not be that kind to me. You gain some, you lose some. I lost a friend in the past year. Not through any illness or death, but because he met someone and then abandoned his friends, mainly me. I never thought he'd be the kind of person to do that to someone, considering we were joined at the hips, but you never really know someone until you know them (did that make any sense?). I haven't heard from him or seen him since before Christmas, and after several attempts of me trying to get in contact with him and with no reply, I stopped trying. It's silly really. I just wanted to be happy for him and to meet this girl tha he seems so happy and in love with, but I guess people move on and do their own things after a while. I will never regret the closeness we shared or the time we spent together, because I'm not one to regret a person in my life, but what I will never get over is how he could just drop his friends so quickly. But life moves on, and so must we.</div>
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I read an old post and saw that I would never get an iPhone... Well I pretty much went against my word there and now I have one and it is a permanent fixture to my hand. I will never get over just how cute and amazing it is. I am married to it. It's probably the best relationship I've ever had. Does everything I want it to without hesitation and complaint. Just need to find that in my next real relationship and then I'll be delighted with life.</div>
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I don't know what I want to achieve with this blog. I go from avid blogging to nothing. It's my secret baby that no one knows about, and I love that because then I can rant and rave and be stupid and bent and happy and they will never know.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Living In Wonderland xo</span></div>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-8183981410201989532011-05-24T00:57:00.000+01:002011-05-24T00:57:27.622+01:00Willy Willy Bum Bum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">You know when you wake up you get that feeling that you're going to have "A Day". You know what I'm talking about, the one where literally from the second you wake up everything goes wrong? Yeah... Had one of them yesterday.<br />
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Woke up in Blades bed, him snoring next to me, RAGING hangover. No recollection of how I got there. Clothes were strewn around his bedroom (thankfully nothing bold happened there).<br />
Got 20e off him to get home.<br />
Did stride of pride to Tesco and waited for my taxi for 30 minutes. IN THE WIND AND RAIN. I looked like a whore with my Sunday Times tucked under my arm.<br />
Got home. Mother questioned my virtue (again), even though she's not religious.<br />
Passed out on her bed.<br />
Drooled on my face.<br />
Woke up, got off bed and stood on a plug (Worst. Pain. Ever.). <br />
Too late to shower, ironed my shirt for work. Got rust stain on the front of it. Won't come off.<br />
Ran out of make up so looked grey heading in.<br />
Sat next to a hobo on the LUAS. He smelled worse than I did.<br />
Got ciggarette ash in my eye when walking towards work.<br />
Bought coffee. Burnt my tongue drinking it and then proceeded to drop it in the bin by mistake when I was trying to pull a receipt out of my hand with my teeth holding said coffee.<br />
Tried not to cry. Succeeded.<br />
Started work. First 3 customers I had were complaints about their purchases.<br />
Was told I was bad at my job (I'm not at all, but she was old and I mentally wished her a speedy death soon).<br />
Fell asleep in one of the optoms chairs on my break. Had a dream I won the Aston Martin DBS and it could fly. Woke up. It wasn't true.<br />
Looked in the mirror. I wasn't Katy Perry, like I had also dreamed.<br />
Shed a tear and cursed my life. <br />
My skin had turned an odder shade of grey from lack of hydration and sleep.<br />
Went home from work and started to watch a programme I had recorded on Sky +. It got cut off 3 minutes before the ending, so I don't know what happened.<br />
I put on my onesie and went to bed.<br />
Slept for 13 hours.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">These are my brothers. The Dude is on the left, Sponge is in the middle, and that sorry hungover grey-skinned excuse for a human being is yours truely, who for some reason doesn't seem to possess a neck in this photo. Christ.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">These two are my heart and soul. The mean more than anything to me. I don't get to see them all too often because The Dude lives on the other side of Dublin and works like a mofo, and Sponge has literally just moved to New York because he got relocated with his job, but his girlfriend has been living over there for the last year with her job so they're going to move in together so I guess it's ok that he is a ricidulous distance away. These are the guys that I have on a really really high pedestal, that I base every single guy I ever like against. In my eyes they can do no wrong. I would jump through hoops of fire, velvet, ketchup and clowns to have a pint with them. They treat me like a princess, but still keep me in my place when I fuck up. We're a tight unit, the three of us. The Dude is the soft, caring and hilarious oldest brother, and Sponge is the witty charming and centre-stage middle brother. These guys are my favourite males in the world, and I'll forever idolize them. Spend 10 minutes with them and you'll feel the same way too. Go on. I fricken double dare you!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Living In Wonderland xo</div></div>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-24091077476696408292011-05-18T23:07:00.000+01:002011-05-18T23:07:53.699+01:00Stephen Hawkings.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">So last night I went to the Mish Mash with a big group of my friends. It was so much fun. You pay 5e in and get to see a bunch of comedians, and get free biscuits too. I went in after work, hopping on the LUAS and met Moon Pies at Stephens Green. He's starting to do some vlogs, more or less to do with being out and about in Ireland. I think he has something here so I'm more than supportive for this to take off properly. It's only in the starting process but I think he could be onto a winner here. I said I'd be in one, being the nice friend that I am (regardless of the fact that I talk like a boy) to show people what this comedy show is like, as he'd never been to one either, so he couldn't exactly talk about it. So we were walking down Grafton street filming and chatting and it was going grand until I saw Cunt Features walking up the road with 2 other people on the other side of the street. It was the first time I've seen him in well over 6 months. I freaked the fuck out inside my head but didn't say a tap to Moon Pies. He called out our names but Moon Pies didn't hear him (thank fuck), and once we were a safe distance away I told him. I was literally shaking. I felt physically ill. Wasn't expecting to react that way at all. I'm such a spa. Rubber Ducky was heading to meet us in the pub with some of the other gang and I texted her and she nearly fucking ran to us. She's had similar problems with people from her past so she knew exactly what I was feeling. The second I saw her she just grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze and I felt miles better. That woman just has a calming effect on me it's great. I know I seem like I reacted like a little girl, but that cunt really fucked my life around and had/has no remorse for it at all, and that was what I couldn't get over. I just can't understand how someone will quite happily nearly ruin someones life and their own, and literally not give two fucks. Like he has lost everyone who loved him, friend or otherwise. His ex-best friend now wants to beat the shit into him, and I'm not far off either if I'm honest. I'm not a naturally violently inclined person, but I can make exceptions. But fuck that shit I'm done being a whiney bitch so I'm getting back to my story.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">We had a pint in the pub before the doors opened for upstairs to go to the Mish Mash, and our entire group took up nearly half the pub, this pub is fricken TINY. It is a bar and some seats around it and that is it. You move and you hit off someone on the other side of the bar, it's unreal. It was hitting 8.45pm, and people were starting to circle the door that leads to upstairs like vultures, so we all grabbed our stuff, stood up and joined the immediate queue. 9.00pm hit and the doors opened and we all piled up the stairs to try and get up quick enough to get good seats together. We paid our 5e in (undercharged in all honesty but I'm clearly not going to complain here), and nabbed seats. This venue is even smaller than the pub part downstairs. I'd say there were about 60/70 of us in a room that was 30x15foot. And the air con doesn't work all that fantastically (if at all). It started up and we watched the first 5 acts perform. They were doing a semi-final for a competition to perform at a comedy festival later in the year. It was hilarious, my stomach hurt from laughing so hard. Then I saw one of my best friends, Odd Shoes, come in and he sat beside us. The night got even better from then on. I missed that guy so much, it had been a few weeks since I saw him so I really really really missed him. He is literally 1 in 6 billion to me.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">It all finished at around 12.00 and we spilled outside, chatting away and deciding what to do next. Some people were heading to Diceys and whatnot, but seeing as how I hadn't exactly slept too fantastic the last few nights and am painfully broke, I called it quits with Odd Shoes and Kebabes and we got a taxi home together, and just hit the sack. Perfect night out (besides that minor glitch) with my friends, a lot of laughs and some biscuits and drinks thrown into the mix too for extra measure. Loved it.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">Until next time my beloved bunnies,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">Living In Wonderland xo</span></div></div>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-57777526073883309042011-05-17T02:13:00.000+01:002011-05-17T02:13:52.661+01:00Hide And Seek.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Being Rape-Proof, Because You'd Never Say No...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I got about 3 hours sleep last night because I was wired from downloading a bunch of music, and chatting to my friend online. Turns out he has a blog too and it's fairly fricken sweet, so if you're arsed, go check it out at <a href="http://nerospants.blogspot.com/">Nero's panty drawer.</a> . His ramblings are cool and fresh, if I dare say. He is one of the very few of my actual mates who knows I have one of these things, and I like it that way. I like being able to mumble and grumble without having my friends check in on everything that I'm saying. My friend who has the blog has done the very clever thing of using alises (is that how you spell it? Looks wrong) instead of real peoples names so as to protect their privacy, and as some of the very few peeps who know I have it have asked me not to use their names in my posts, I've decided to do the same whenever I mention them, just to be nice and stuff. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anyways last night I was chatting to Moon Pies for ages, and I kept thinking how it's so odd the way we became friends. I was mates with his cousin (can't stand that fucker anymore, but that's burnt in the past thank Jesus) and a few other mutuals and we were all out on a night out in town and his eyes were HUGE and I fell in love with them, which I never failed to mention to him once that night. I lost my friend Rubber Ducky on one of the three floors of the club and was going ballisitic trying to find her because RD alone when drunk leads to potential dangerous things (one of the many reasons why she is my hetero soul mate). Anyways I was all over the place trying to find her and trying to walk in a straight line due to the copious amounts of everything I had been doing and drinking, and I saw Moon Pies and I literally grabbed him and dragged him around with me to try and find her, despite the fact that I had known him 5 minutes and he could have been a serious creep/rapist (the verdict is still out on that one). I suggested we walk through the dancefloor to get to the other side, and as we did Rage Against The Machine came on with "Killing In The Name Of". Thought I was going to die. I lost Moon Pies, started getting thrown all over the place and I lost my footing, my shoe flying off in the process. The floor started coming towards me and I just kept thinking "Oh Jesus, please don't knock out any of my teeth", and then as I was about half a foot away from certain dental death, Moon Pies literally came out of nowhere (I suspect he is a ninja part-time) and swooped me up and pulled me away from the crowd, and somehow I miraculously got my shoe back onto my foot. That was the moment I fell in love with this dude. What a hero. And then the little asshole stole my bunny-eared hat for a while. A strong friendship followed. We get each other, which is really nice to have in a male-female friendship. I honestly didn't expect us to even get past that first night out together but I've really come to know him, and he is a really genuine lovely guy. I'm fiercely protective of him and enjoy the twats company from time to time I guess. We get up too all sorts of things when out drinking together. No alcoholic store room is safe from us, if there is a door we shall find that room and we shall find that booze and we shall drink said booze and then we shall demand a Subway the next day when dying of vicious hangovers. We are also amazing at I-Spy. Things that don't exist in the room somehow are eligable for usage. He's just fun.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And I'm going to stop now because I'm being a sap and he's going to see this and his head is going to get bigger and he won't be able to fit through the door. You'd want to appreciate this Moon Pies, you know what I'm like :)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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Living In Wonderland xo</div>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-3483323511685561442011-05-16T01:49:00.000+01:002011-05-16T01:49:09.979+01:00Sleeps. I has none.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Is it just me or does anyone else have the absolute and utter loves for Micky Mouse? I own more things with his face on it than anythings else. My panty drawers are full of his face. I am happy knowing he's... eh... very close to me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I miss my immense iTunes. Stupid goddamn laptop repair place fucking deleted over 3000 songs off my laptop. I actually broke down in front of the unforgiving Polish fucker who did it, his cold eyes not giving a shit, me with a raging hangover trying not to vomit all over him while he told me there was nothing he could do (in hindsight it probably would have made a stand if I actually did vom all over his fucking stupid gloved hands). So now I'm having to start from scratch with it all. Disgustingly painstaking, but totally worth it. Music is everything to me. I'd rather break my phone than my iPod, although my good friend decided to break my iPod by just listening to it... I don't blame him at all in the slightest. I have the single most horrendous luck with iPods. I was out with my cousin about a year ago and my iPod "The Titanic" was in my bag. I had a bottle of water in my bag too. Anyways long story short I went to get something out of my bag at the end of the night and my iPod was (literally) drowning in water. How ironic eh? I sat at the bottom of Georges Street and cried like a fucking baby. Probably didn't help that I had severe amounts of vodka in my system, but nothing was able to cheer me up, not even a gay guy walking up to me buying me a single rose off some Romanian chick. Anways yeah long story short I has no luck with gadgets in general. I look at something and it will break. Keep iPhones away from me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Work tomorrow. Kill me. I miss Fibbers.</div></div>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-8672725774816988402011-05-11T22:52:00.000+01:002011-05-13T21:31:16.440+01:00Re-Vamp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ok so it has been well over 6 months since I last posted on this blog. I decided to have a read to see what they were like and I couldn't even get past the first one. My life was so fucked up then, I was in such a bad place and I didn't even realise it. I sounded like some massive bipolar head. I think back to what it was like and I never ever ever want to be in that position again. And to think, all my problems began around this time last year. You know the way people always say "I wonder where I'll be a year from now", and I often say that, but I never thought allllll that shit would happen to me. Not going into specifics at all but I have changed for the better and now enjoy life so much. Some days the memories trickle into my mind and I get warped into the thoughts but I try not to dwell on them. But thankfully I'm not in that place anymore. I'm so so so so happy these days, and am finally getting what I want out of life. I'm heading back to college in September to do beauty therapy, which is what I've wanted to do my entire life, I love my job and have a house to myself for 2 short sweet weeks coming up soon, and I have a massive holiday booked for the end of August with 16 of my friends, so all in all everything's looking up Millhouse. My friends are fucking awesome socks and I'm just, I don't know how to exaplin it really, I guess I'm just really really happy. Shit is coming together. I was such a fucking moan and I was so depressed, I don't know who that Alice was back then. But things are improved and graveycakes now that I want to share fun stuffs with the world. But until something majorly witty happens that I can share, I shall just leave this with you for the meantime... </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Living In Wonderland xo</span>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-17664630005607661732010-07-17T21:49:00.000+01:002010-07-17T21:49:38.217+01:00My Favourite Picture of All Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdidPvk5V8QaMnWVIvTsniHm_l9hsZ9dLr_ecuvxJwsANPj8HxmDFfQgWaXw5AgVnFl3y3zzKACRdVikAQHvwFR29xvdJHS-RZyYc2-5wEammXdA70azz_gis56f_7GqzUXKr9Au8TzU/s1600/37303_409711081882_176566141882_4951833_5022682_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdidPvk5V8QaMnWVIvTsniHm_l9hsZ9dLr_ecuvxJwsANPj8HxmDFfQgWaXw5AgVnFl3y3zzKACRdVikAQHvwFR29xvdJHS-RZyYc2-5wEammXdA70azz_gis56f_7GqzUXKr9Au8TzU/s320/37303_409711081882_176566141882_4951833_5022682_n.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Living In Wonderland xo</span></div>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-13506183773177757082010-07-05T23:22:00.000+01:002010-07-05T23:22:05.744+01:00ATTENTION<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Pennys now do clogs. I think I'm over them now (was I ever under??). Not being a snob but now it means that every single girl out there is going to have a pair that are going to fly off their feet in the middle of a club during a rousing dance version of "Come On Eileen" or something and thwack me square in the face. Don't think I would be able to handle that very well to be honest, so for me, clogs are ooooooootta thurr.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Living In Wonderland xo</span>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-45493507780710132112010-06-29T23:44:00.000+01:002010-06-29T23:44:28.841+01:00BALLS. I HAS THEM.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Haven't been able to post at all because my life has been all over the place in the past 2 months. I fucking hate people. Not just people. People who are meant to be my friends. Mainly girls actually, I don't know how girls can turn lesbian because I sure as hell wouldn't be able to take the double standards, bitchiness, back stabbing and hypocrisy the entire time. There are, I'd say, a handful of girls who I could honestly not want to kill right now. These people are meant to be my friends but yet they turn around and send me messages that absolutely shatter me and destroy my heart and then they don't have the balls to say a fucking word to my face, but yet have no qualms about saying things to my brother about me on a night out. My own brother! Christ almighty I need a vacation. I need my mother. Quite possibly the only woman in the world who hates women as much as I do right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">GOD I WISH I WAS A BOY. At least if this shit happened to a guy you could just deck him square in the nose, call him a faggot then shake hands and make up eventually. You call a girl up on something she's done wrong and you are bitch of the century and nobody likes you for telling the truth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sincerely hope your life isn't as shit stormy as mine is at the moment!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Living In Wonderland xo</span>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-48752646410793394922010-05-12T15:55:00.000+01:002010-05-12T15:55:00.568+01:00Sex Appeal. I has it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZAulg9TCztycP_sw6NL8vnsJxdDsDxE49mU256PRHQ9cY3P5XRmgnLAjCkhJVZqPbsZRiYaLXJvAk1lBo3zenQNVu7Hhszgcyp4ks_Vi3rfW1ARpHjmbBmEiu61DQCZXWNg49aSrBpo/s1600/02-christina-hendricks-wall__oPt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZAulg9TCztycP_sw6NL8vnsJxdDsDxE49mU256PRHQ9cY3P5XRmgnLAjCkhJVZqPbsZRiYaLXJvAk1lBo3zenQNVu7Hhszgcyp4ks_Vi3rfW1ARpHjmbBmEiu61DQCZXWNg49aSrBpo/s320/02-christina-hendricks-wall__oPt.jpg" wt="true" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkp7NpjR40SnsjxrLSPxdXIeCzZbEafB7rtGMbnU-94OTFINbyGQ-My-4OWmBUS_o2MefleavdltAA8YH53p0yDnHFleFm7XYdlQUw9vkeheb9-ZLdl0R2S95OaMyGj9ryUam0VM_-hA/s1600/04-christina-hendricks-brea__oPt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkp7NpjR40SnsjxrLSPxdXIeCzZbEafB7rtGMbnU-94OTFINbyGQ-My-4OWmBUS_o2MefleavdltAA8YH53p0yDnHFleFm7XYdlQUw9vkeheb9-ZLdl0R2S95OaMyGj9ryUam0VM_-hA/s320/04-christina-hendricks-brea__oPt.jpg" wt="true" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKhDLIkSH-sGqBwDAsCG0zD8Vi4xqcHCP7QQeUF5z7w9jPyuUrfXjqtY2jese1Lps3jk1O44QUrWR2RcxjYySX_IpatRHrvIDpwELKLcJhWo8opcAMpHDr89HeyeEfY-VqRa0kZ_UCD8/s1600/05-christina-hendricks-sexy__oPt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKhDLIkSH-sGqBwDAsCG0zD8Vi4xqcHCP7QQeUF5z7w9jPyuUrfXjqtY2jese1Lps3jk1O44QUrWR2RcxjYySX_IpatRHrvIDpwELKLcJhWo8opcAMpHDr89HeyeEfY-VqRa0kZ_UCD8/s320/05-christina-hendricks-sexy__oPt.jpg" wt="true" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TsVqejwBoRWzKCDXYQlyu_6zqLJxduDFjcxuyjibsdU9szXTCFwQHxcZ51nQ5F0nNIl9Umd_b7TL6K8uSrGyfMBzIY4xg_VxwwLa2l2h2DiczN-C9m2JawfIsJzKRNzuHS_0QrUCxfw/s1600/christina-hendricks-hot-wat__oPt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TsVqejwBoRWzKCDXYQlyu_6zqLJxduDFjcxuyjibsdU9szXTCFwQHxcZ51nQ5F0nNIl9Umd_b7TL6K8uSrGyfMBzIY4xg_VxwwLa2l2h2DiczN-C9m2JawfIsJzKRNzuHS_0QrUCxfw/s320/christina-hendricks-hot-wat__oPt.jpg" wt="true" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMyC79NjljRmtFKlJxuBNQtMuOqgpXWAg_f1Vm8w00jqGkSqBzmUwfN3xQD19bNq0wzg9FmH-1xFFjuj6iKt6r4oYpQPtFvkVSWqqFDzbIPAw3ucGoiQCORCI6RVpmEayVRJSGmpiwzCY/s1600/christina-hendricks-cleavage-0510-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMyC79NjljRmtFKlJxuBNQtMuOqgpXWAg_f1Vm8w00jqGkSqBzmUwfN3xQD19bNq0wzg9FmH-1xFFjuj6iKt6r4oYpQPtFvkVSWqqFDzbIPAw3ucGoiQCORCI6RVpmEayVRJSGmpiwzCY/s320/christina-hendricks-cleavage-0510-lg.jpg" wt="true" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT74KzXlofpYsG2VFjE1T97oEM8rjACSyMxa08JiYA7bMQkPpz9rpLiGhCt71amvOxF1VEWTgligJRwC6wsfy5_BHkA3VvB3YZHlgmEI14C-MLI5H1D_24a3oIJulfOUNTl2gOeRNqH90/s1600/03-christina-hendricks-ass-0909-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT74KzXlofpYsG2VFjE1T97oEM8rjACSyMxa08JiYA7bMQkPpz9rpLiGhCt71amvOxF1VEWTgligJRwC6wsfy5_BHkA3VvB3YZHlgmEI14C-MLI5H1D_24a3oIJulfOUNTl2gOeRNqH90/s320/03-christina-hendricks-ass-0909-lg.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Christina Hendricks for Esquire Magazine April 2010.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My gosh she is sex on a stick. Like her curves are what make her so gorgeous. Big boobs, big hips, that ass, her <strong>TINY</strong> waist and fabulous long slender legs. Ugh. She oozes sex appeal without over sluttifying it. You could balance a tea tray on her boobs they're so perfect. Wow. Figure goal for this summer thank you very much!!</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Can't wait until these exams are over. One more day then I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee fallllllllllinngggggg.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> There had better be some type of lampshade on my head when I wake up on Friday morning/afternoon.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Happey Wednesday</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Living In Wonderland xo</span></div>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-4621877641544853432010-05-06T18:22:00.000+01:002010-05-06T18:22:01.367+01:00Always<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjYmzautwCy8gq8ES1vGjCA3yK7vSK0jA47-hP6oaloLheIk5dyK2yI-yQ4mxgUGHfVmMp6ID431um5j0Pezr5Iw4KICKXnQcdoBAOHt5XkIKHS0LN5-ErQldg6LWzF1anP-sC_ZN9mA/s1600/28959_389367436882_176566141882_4440242_3528008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjYmzautwCy8gq8ES1vGjCA3yK7vSK0jA47-hP6oaloLheIk5dyK2yI-yQ4mxgUGHfVmMp6ID431um5j0Pezr5Iw4KICKXnQcdoBAOHt5XkIKHS0LN5-ErQldg6LWzF1anP-sC_ZN9mA/s320/28959_389367436882_176566141882_4440242_3528008_n.jpg" wt="true" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tom Ford's new lipstick. Who else? The brand exudes sex appeal from every orifice. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Major nomage.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sorry for the lack of updates, college studying and work has consumed my entire little life.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Finished on the 13th though, then 4 months of freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Living In Wonderland xo</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-78065245976158480602010-04-23T13:16:00.000+01:002010-04-23T13:16:12.928+01:00SANO IS HOME<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkN1V2rL0q158ReGc_gOJaNpnjL-Y9HJqgbVQRxmDYbpmrdHbAy7cpvMHIl61o09I7jClKRc3W-FrXc-hsCBhmqSoycSZbyiv14l5EHb3Lb33RVSz7sdNSp9vb5jRabU7AyqeP-TiVgE/s1600/....JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkN1V2rL0q158ReGc_gOJaNpnjL-Y9HJqgbVQRxmDYbpmrdHbAy7cpvMHIl61o09I7jClKRc3W-FrXc-hsCBhmqSoycSZbyiv14l5EHb3Lb33RVSz7sdNSp9vb5jRabU7AyqeP-TiVgE/s320/....JPG" tt="true" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Christmas '09, before I chopped my hair off (the state of the ends of my hair ihhhhh).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am so happy I could cry. She's jet-lagged to fuck so I'm waiting until tomorrow to see her with my brothers and Chris. Then it's dinner and alcohol time. I actually am welling up here whoooooooooooo!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I don't think I have ever had such a girl crush before in my life. Like holllllllllly. Why can't they make women like her anymore? I would swiftly turn gay for a girl who looks like this.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Style icon at its finest.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Bridget Bardot you fox.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Living in Wonderland xo</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span>Living In Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14023415696055312956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324687514708666042.post-63511116275356235162010-04-13T10:43:00.000+01:002010-04-13T10:43:55.853+01:00Be Safe.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sano is coming home on the 24th, I'm literally shaking with excitement. New York is too far away. Paul Jonathan Christine Sano and myself are all going to be going out for a loverly meal then hitting town. A family affair. It's going to be a messy one. And I'll have finished lectures for the summer the day before so I'll be twice as destroyed as per usual. This has been a disgusting year and I cannot wait to give it the 2 fingers when it's done and dusted. Until then, I'm off the booze (a <b>LOT </b>harder than you would think), I'm not going out to town or anything, gotta finish essays, assignments, study, play a bit of poker (I have to have fun SOMEHOW), basically I'm not really going to have a life for the next two weeks, until the 24th, then back to study. Which is as fun as ramming your head into a brick wall repeatedly while letting someone whip you in the back of the legs. Dramatic I know but study is not my forté. Talking, shopping, drinking copious amounts of vodka, and sleeping are mine. I even look a wreck. I actually have a spot in the library in UCD. A SPOT. Alice Collins hasn't got a spot in a library. This is fucking ridiculous. I'm turning into one of them.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm done ranting. Now onto the good stuff.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A couple of months back I was reading Glamour or Grazia in work in my last job, and I was admiring this really sweet grey tie-dye t-shirt. It was long enough that it went slightly over your bootay, yet short enough that it would totally look amazing with a pair of denim short or whatever. Anyways I was slightly drooling over it, then I glanced at the price tag. £285. £285. £285... DOES NO ONE SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THIS??? I nearly fell off my chair I was so disgusted. So in my little rebellious fit I went out and bought dye, and found an old white t-shirt. Bish bash bosh, got the same look for about €7 in total. A bit cheaper than the other top, don't you think? I've gotten compliments on my t-shirt because I've sliced and diced it to the way I want it, with holes and and necklines ripped, sliced and sewn. It's so much more rewarding and fun knowing you've created your own little piece of fashion without spending the bucks. Give it a go, you could be surprised at what you might end up creating.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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