I have a thinking problem. It has been going on for a while now. It used to be just in the evenings to help me socialise and converse, but slowly it has taken over and I started thinking during the day. I have frequently been kicked out of the library at closing time not having thought enough yet. As the thinking took hold I would isolate myself to be alone with my precious thoughts.
Then I would think so much I would think late into the night and not go to bed until it all got too much and the thinking just had to stop. Now I even have to think before I get out of bed. I tried to distract myself by watching Jeremy Kyle before a lecture, but I even found myself thinking throughout the show! I thought university would be a safe place to go to think, but instead it has spiralled out of control and now I am thinking all of the time. I have thought about it and know its a bad idea but sometimes I even mix my thoughts as my tolerance for thinking has increased but I need that extra hit the thinking gives me. I just can't stop thinking.

Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation.

1. Age you’ll be on your next birthday



2. A place you want to travel to



3. Your favorite place



4. Your favorite food



5. Your favorite pet



6. Your favorite color combination



7. Your favorite piece of clothing



8. Your favorite TV show



9. First name of your Significant Other



10. The town in which you live



11. Your first job



12. Your dream job



13. A bad habit you have



14. Your worst fear



15. What you’d like to do before you die

Its 6 am.... I've just returned from a cycle on a dark cold morning to work things out in my head and to get more cigarettes. I stopped working at 5 am only to find out that assignment can't be handed in as I didn't attend the hour long seminar. It was already late. Let me back track.....
In this economic climate I was happy to take a job offered to me in what I can only call 'Dumb Stores'. Not only did this job provide me with the worst working experience I was ever to encounter, it also, it seems has almost robbed me of my first semester and valuable ECTS that I cannot now submit for. My 'part time' job gave me working hours straight after college til 11pm or thereabouts 5 or 6 nights a week. Asking for a reduction in these hours led me to be chastised about my availability but they 'would see what they could do'. The rota was never altered and I was continually given full time, if not, more than fulltime hours. I need to work to support myself through college but now I have missed deadlines coming out my ears. In the back of my mind, I didn't think too much of it. When I went to my advisor today to seek help (after finally quitting my job completely since I couldn't sustain the workload,) she let me in on the enormity of my mistake. Late assignments WILL NOT be accepted. That's right folks. Little did I know this and it would be safe to say I would not knowingly have allowed this to happen.
I don't even know where I really stand right now. Luckily my advisor is also head tutor of one of my classes and she has given me a weeks extension on an assignment I have for her. But the rest? Apparently it may be too late to do anything about it. And its nearing exam time as well.
I can't even feel tired I am that wired about it and I am supposed to be going to Dublin for one of my closest friends engagement party tomorrow/later today. Supposed to be a happy weekend break. I may have to cancel it. I definitely don't have the time to go anywhere now but how can I call her up and cancel now? How could I have been so stupid as to allow a job in a supermarket take away from my degree like this???
My only hope is meeting with every tutor and begging the 'mature-student-working-fulltime-crazy-position-please-understand' angle.
I wonder if it will work? And if so, how many all nighters can I expect of my body to get ready for exams AND assignments?

Found another internets place and did some cover letters :o)
Only thing is they keep playing R&B/ hip hop and my ears keep listening to the lyrics instead of focusing on writing something articulate so its taking me a long time to write anything... And even then I'm re reading the f out of it (literally while sticking my fingers in my ears) False economy this place.....
I wouldn't actually mind not having internet so much only I have the advantage of this week in that mature students have the city to themselves before it is flooded with the rest of first years looking for part time work and I want to take advantage of it... I just can't focus on one thing and listen to music at the same time
Oh how I long for access to my wireless.... in my room... in silence, with the happy glow of computer light reflected off my face like a fucked up halo...
Soon.....
Soon....
Til then I may try asking the lovely Marisol if I can use her log on on my laptop for an hour or so (she has already registered)
(Can you hear the tapping on my arm?)

So, I'm supposed to be at a cheap internet cafe editing cover letters et al for a part time job, alas I'm in one that is €1 for every 15 mins and is just for internet, but not word at the same time... I dont know how it works, all I know is that I am in the internets and cant access word or any other programme like it... So this will be my euros worth. Started properly today. Living with a mexican woman who seems super friendly. My room has wireless, and I'll have access to that once I register and pay fees (this weekend.) Until then, my friends I'm going pretty much cold turkey.
Had super lectures today and learnt whole new ways of realising how much I can actually memorize in a short space of time.
We all did quick tests to see how we learn. From this day forth I shall be doodling little pictures and symbols for anything I need to remember.
My room is basic but ok... I SO need to Orlaithfy it though! Every bit of the furniture is GREY
Also, I NEED A BIKE.
ok...
gonna hunt for a more user friendly and affordable internet place
will give full account of yesterdays arrival in Galway when I have my own internets (I'm still in recovery)
All in all I'm delighted I'm here and looking forward to all that is ahead of me.....
talk soon x0x

A picture tells........?

http://www.cuil.com

Apparently they search more than three times the amount of pages google does. And they're not in the habit of collecting our information.............


Thoughts?

He's on a raft drifting towards Niagara falls flipping through heat magazine with one hand stuffed down his pants....

i do like peep show.

Eveanne

I think we're always gonna be putting the puzzel together cos it's too big for us to ever finish

but it feels so good when we can see something that makes sense within it all

:):)
11:28pm
Orlaith

definitely!


11:29pm
Eveanne

then the next piece is a unicorn in drag at a tea party and all you can say is "what the fucks going on now?"

Yes... I have a veritable organic micro farm in my back garden as we speak.... Unfortunately neighbourhood cats dug up and shat on the carrots... But I'm workin on it... (By the way sonic sound devices that promise you and end to cats LIE...)
So.. My friend Trish tells me the wonders you can find on youtube including: driving lessons!... So, broadening my horizons, I check it out and look for tips on growing the ever difficult broccoli in a sustainable non slug pellet warranting organic fashion

(She runs an internet cafe and I got this from her bebo blog:)


For general enquiries press 1, for answer to your stupid fucking question, please hang up
Adventures in Stupidland (part 1)

Person 1: "Are you open?"
What I said - through pulled down shutter after opening the locked door of a darkened shop: "Not for another 40 minutes"
What I wanted to say: FUCKKKKK OFFFFFFFFFF!

Person 2: "Do you have Broadband?"
What I said: "Yes, we do"
What I wanted to say: "No, we run 22 computers and 5 PS3s off a dial up connection, over a 14kbps modem, just to see everyone grind their teeth into splinters and punch each other repeatedly"

Person 3: "I want to scan this picture and send it from my email address"
What I said: "Ok, log into your email address first"
Person 3: "Oh, I don't have an email address"
What I said: "...."
What I wanted to say: "have you been informed of Balbriggan's extensive handicapped parking?"

Person 4: "I want you to fix my phone" (no "please")
What I said: "We don't fix phones"
Person 4: "Yes, you do! I got it fixed here before!"
What I said: "It wasn't here, we never fixed phones"
Person 4: "It says it on your sign!"
What I said: "Show me where it says that"
(Accompanied him outside)
Person 4: "Oh...I could have sworn it said that"
What I wanted to say: "Learning to read properly may well save your life one day"

Person 5: "Please fax this very quickly I am parked on a double yellow line and the warden is up the road"
What I said: "I can't control how long it takes for the fax to send"
What I wanted to say: "Pay for your fucking parking the same as everyone else, alternatively, drop dead"

Well.... I can't even be trusted with a budgie it seems. My parents' budgie.. since I'm living with them at the moment. I really do love animals. Really. However this budgie squawks and squeaks like crazy (songbird my arse), in an insanely high pitch and I have been known to verbally abuse it. While out planting some veggies today, and feeling the need to repent, I take his cage out, plonk it on the patio and go about my work (leisure really). The sun was out but it wasn't too hot and he was acting pretty normal so I think he enjoyed it. Then I got stupid. Finished planting. Thought 'ahh... I'll let him stay out there while I check my emails in blissful silence'.
Go back out to bring him in and find a cat attacking him. The cage itself had been completely turned over on its side... all his seeds had emptied out... His water supply had spilled out completely, and he was clawing onto a dislodged ladder now hanging horizontally in the cage. I am the worlds worst bird sitter. In the nano second it took me to chase the cat away, I started to feel an immense sense of guilt. The poor thing had just been attacked and for how long I don't know.. I was on the computer for over an hour. I know it's just a bird.... But I took him out there so he could enjoy proper sunlight and fresh air he doesn't get indoors...
Plagued with my lack of ability to look after one small simple little creature I set about (slowly) restoring the cage with food, water; cleaned the whole thing out and put his toys n stuff back in their places...
He didn't squawk for 4 hours.
I don't believe birds belong in cages anyway... So guess who will never have one as a pet?
However... I do want a child...

what would you call it?

lets have a poll:

first i need to come up with some new names... suggestions?

seriously... I watched one with Joan Rivers and half way through I just thought the interviewer was full of shit... she insisted on repeatedly bringing up the subject of betrayal... everything Joan was saying, she would then go 'and that was another form of betrayal wasn't it?' Its one thing to link something but I think its another in an interview to so obviously put words in someone's mouth and it was obvious she read a book about her or something and set out with her little agenda of bringing the victim to the lens.
This one that's on now has Gene Simmons on it and she actually interrupts him while he's telling a story to ask him if he's crying.. and then again to ask him to take his glasses of so she could see his 'precious tears'
My god!! I didn't realise until I checked out the blurb on the website to see who this idiot is and it turns out she's a psychologist!
'Dr Pamela Connolly'
what kind of psychologist informs somebody (quite forcibly) that they were raped (even though they had not labelled the incident with this name) for a feckin tv programme.
Obviously a doctorate in anything can still leave you with an incompetent spastic sell out.. why do clever people act so stupid sometimes?

******DISCLAIMER... THIS ONE IS A LITTLE RANTY***************

ok.. so i get the two trains to Maynooth.. arrive at my friends house to be here tomorrow for the 'university day' I intended to show up for, to talk to people and implant a wonderful impression on their brains that by interview stages theres a chance they would recognise me and my eagerness....
anyways... i just remembered to check online to see if there was a schedule to follow..(only a vague brochure came in the post) to save me wandering around and wasting time when i got there and missing valuable lectures/meetings...
and what do i see? a big ugly fat announcement saying that due to a few cases of mumps, they had cancelled the whole day.
fuck them.
last week i couldnt get a room.
this week i make it comfortably and its cancelled...(by the way i had checked the website before... nothing was announced until this afternoon when i was getting ready for my bloody train)
should i take this as a sign?
do me and college not go?
if i had a job i would go shopping.
shit... i need to get a job soon too.
Rant over.

*********edit*****************
lets be positive.. i didn't have to fork out for accommodation like last time...
and i get to see my mates :o)

so apparently on this i can update mostly wherever online i am through this one facebook application. I still don't think i fully understand the possibilities with twitter. either that or i do and i just dont think its as special and wonderful as theyre making out.
but the idea of being able to keep in touch with people on various sites through one simple programme is.. well... great.
i just hope they link up more like myspace/bebo for it to be a genuine timesaver for me...
(internet fiend)
Im turning off the computer now.
Going for a walk.
seriously.