The first 2010 post

I've just turned 19. Nineteen.



Ask me five years ago where I thought I'd be at at nineteen you would have gotten an idealistic response pertaining to a life where I never had to worry about money,had a poetic bearded intellectual of a boyfriend, resided and partied in a bright and spacious loft on Dame St. (in effortlessly fantastic outfits of course), indulged in all the cultural and intellectual pursuits that I dreamed of and had a handful of cool arty mates. Basically, an Irish version of Alexa Chung's life. According to the last post anyway, I did have a predicatable existentialist crisis that I'm sure happens to 90% of college étudiantes. But besides that, the 15-year old's dream never materialised.



Being employed would help. I want to work in retail (preferably a book shop, I went for an interview in a book shop and admitted I preferred non-fiction to fiction- I think it lost me the job) but most want at least 1-2 years retail experience. Which doesn't make sense to me because surely after 2 years anybody in their right mind would be sick of working in retail? And the training of newbies would hardly exceed a week which in my opinion is a profitable thing to do, because new staff are the most interested and employing those with experience just leads to a lack of motivation and requests for wage increases. Perhaps I'm just biased. And bitter.



I'm liking my degree, but the likelihood of using it is well, slim. Sociology & Social Policy. I think I was born a sociologist. I was a very strange child. Anyhow, this is getting boring for anyone reading this so I'm off to stalk people on Facebook.



Honourable mentions;

Peaches Geldof on The Saturday Night Show.

DDL in Nine (delish, the only good thing about that film).

Conspiracy theory.

Shunning the gym.

Shunning Glee.

Taylor Momsen Interviews (for the lols).

http://www.lamebook.com/

Julia Robert's -'Who's Natalie?'

Awards Season (usually means my midweek sleeping pattern falls into disarray, but worth staying up for). p.s how disappointing were the SAGS red carpet. Borefest!

Nudes/Pales for Spring.

Emily Blunt. (in general).



p.s- I'm going to update a lot more from now on, repeat updates of status on Fbook and general portayed loserdom has urged me to take my rants here and spare those that are my friends on that.