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| Oh look it's only Cooly McCoolerson. |
I get this feeling quite often. Don't worry this is not a 'woe is me' post. Just curious to see if I was alone in this very frequent mindset. It's a fidgety mix of excitement because you just know that life is going to be 1,000,000x better when you change your hairstyle/lose a stone/get a new pair of shoes.
Maybe I'm just an idealistic dreamer. Because in all honesty...these resolutions to improve oneself rarely materialise. But alas, I am going to try and stick to my plans once and for all and see, if in reality my idea of a perfect life is perfect after all. At least to save myself from this feeling every few months because, frankly I'm running out of hairstyles.
So the vision of the new Lara is this:
- She will read classic novels (not trashy magazines) and be well-versed in the current political climate. Conversations about the latest (admittedly predictable) footballer cheating fiasco will be replaced by conversations relating to whether Heathcliff really loved Cathy and the ability to knowledgeably diss Allied Irish Bank.
- She was become a fabulous cook, going on regular cookery courses yet will blossom into a graceful Alexa Chung esque thin swan.
- She will get a great job in a cool/swanky late bar and make a shitload of cash.
- She will have long silky dark hair akin to a sister Kardashian.
- Obvs, will have the latest threads, also will give off an air of cool, calm collectedness.
- She will be a fantastic, student, engaging in lectures and making interesting, insightful suggestions in tutorials impressing the tutors and bumping up the grades.
- She will become a cultured and open individual but not turn into a stuck-up, irritating hipster.
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- Have started reading Wuthering Heights, regularly forego the showbiz articles on the DM and read articles with some substance although may need to find a better source. *disclaimer: I did buy Stellar magazine but that was for the fashion I promise.
- Okay I'm not cooking at all, but the lack of effort with cooking means lack of effort eating. A work in progress. Example-last week I literally ate 2 tins of beans, 2 packets of soup, 2 slices of bread,1 pack noodles and some Cadbury's chocolate eclairs. Washed down copious amounts of tea and the odd glass of wine.
- I got a job! In The Odeon in Harcourt St. just your regulatory student job as a waitress. It's soooo grand. Delighted as it's exactly the type of establishment I wanted to work in. First payday on Thursday :)
- Getting hair extensions this week, to be put in this weekend. Yay! Can't wait to feel like Pochahontas. P.s- they're not gonna be tacky...I know what you're thinkin'.
- Right this is a fail. Am not cool, not calm and definitely not collected. I'm scattered, crap at laundry but I am this way in work.
- College hasn't started but have stationary ready to go. Pity though cos I love stationary shopping.
- Cultured? hhmmm heading in the right direction. Went to a Gay night with gay friends had a ball, so much fun. Only knew one person about 4 days and went with her mates. Going to try Korean cuisine with my Korean flatmate on O'Connell St. But feck 'being' cultured. Once I keep exploring and making the most out the city I'll be happy. Just because I'm like that, I need to be stimulated.
Also yes as you can see I am very interested in myself. I don't really care since nobody reads this anyway. I'll write what I like. I forgot to mention I am now a city slicker. I live in Dublin in a great apartment over looking the Liffey that's so close to everything. Loving it. That's all.
Peace out homes.
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L
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