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Farewell to MCR

In Uncategorized on March 27, 2013 at 6:03 pm
Farewell to MCR

Today, on my last day of class of my four year undergaduate degree, the same month I turned 24, I learned that My Chemical Romance has ended. This may not be big news to you and maybe it shouldn’t be to me – I had stopped listening to the band a few years back- but it still made me feel… something.

For me My Chemical Romance, who am I kidding- MCR, were huge. From about the age of 15 up to 18 they were it. I don’t even know what ‘it’ is. MCR represented so much to me and my group of friends at that time. I think I’ll never again have a group that felt as close and as necessary to my life as they did. We wore the black t-shirts and the nail varnish and for a school in rural Kerry I guess we felt a bit on the outside. The band may have had dark lyrics and coffin-loads of dramaticism but for me they were never about being sad or ‘emo’. To me they were fun and expressive. An excuse to grab some friends together and howl along to perfectly over the top lyrics for the hell of it – as we did on a particular youth group trip to Belgium. It was about feeling different but realising that that didn’t matter a bit.




I stopped listening to the band naturally as I got older. I guess I grew out of them. The black t-shirt girl started listening to Fleetwood Mac, going out socially and wearing colour. Right now I’m wearing five different colours of nailvarnish- but then the band also embraced colour in their later years. Being different as a teen seemed to be about wearing black. Now it’s about just doing what makes you happy, because after a while you realise everyone is different, but not everyone is as different to you as you’d imagined. Hence my current clown nails.

So My Chemical romance have ended, and I’m glad. Now they will always be mine, belonging to a special stage in my life and I don’t have to awkwardly facethat music in adulthood or explain why they aren’t on my ipod. Though for that matter, why aren’t they? Gerard Way’s end letter state’s ‘we were spectacular’, and you know what? For me and for so many others – they were.

Thanks for for providing the soundtrack to some difficult and amazing years, guys.

So long and goodnight.


One small stepped for LinkedIn, One giant leap for me-kind

In Uncategorized on November 13, 2012 at 6:55 pm

So it is upon me.

The snugly cocoon that is university can only protect me for so long now. The fortifications are cracking from outside pressures and my own internal squirming. The other day I joined Linked In – another layer of childhood crumbled. Linked In, endless revising of CVs, researching postgrads, finally giving in to twitter. These are of my own making.

The outside pressures include the fact that this BA course is ending soon. So, so soon. I have been nice and protected in here for 4 years now. Having a timetable, knowing where I’ll be the following year, moving on to a – relatively- new topic every 4 months. Nice intellectual freedom. It’s all coming to an end. Out beyond the sticky,silky,hard, soft ( I don’t know, what do cocoons feel like, am I a moth or a butterfly? Has this metaphor been stretched too far? Like.. say.. a silken cocoon thread… enough!!!)

Beyond the boundaries of this course lies uncertainty. Now, of course, I am being dramatic. It’s not like I have no idea what’s out there in THE REAL WORLD. It’s not like that place is so radically different that my mind will be blown, but still. Forgive my melodrama and indulge me for a moment. Linked In is the beginning of the end but a beginning nonetheless! Postgraduate study is an attractive option. A change of direction is appealing too. So is the chance to put all I’ve learned to work, get some good experience, maybe even- whisper it- earn some cash! What about working abroad? The security of 4 years of study was great but I remember a time when I looked on it with dread. Stuck in one area for 4 years- Hell no! Clearly I adapted, a bit too well maybe.

Now it’s time to remember that having multiple options is a good thing. A very good thing. Seriously, too many options can never really be a bad thing. So it’s time I faced next years uncertainty head on and say ’I have no idea where I’ll be this time next year…awesome’.

Things I’m gonna miss about college

In Uncategorized on October 17, 2012 at 1:39 pm

I hate to sound like every college prospectus going here, but college is great. There genuinely are loads of opportunities for those lucky enough to acquire student status. And I don’t just mean eating all the pizza you want, sleeping in, sleeping around, drinking the very best of cheap beer and student discounts.
“But surely”, you cry, “that’s what studenthood is all about!”

Now that I face the prospect of finishing up my time in university I’ve realised that there’s a whole pile of things I’m going to miss like hell. Things I wish I had taken advantage of sooner. so I’m going to create a list of genuinely golden opportunities to be had at college. For those of you who still can or who would like to seek them out. Most of these things are out there in the big bad world, but in college they are right at your doorstep, all but begging for your attention

1. The Library

Wait, don’t stop reading yet! Many students come to see the library as a place of drudgery, poor air-conditioning and stacks of textbooks, but there is so much more to it.

So obviously, there are textbooks. But even if you’re not that keen on your course work or don’t consider yourself bookish – you have other interests right? So does the Library. Name virtually any general topic and the library will have something on it. I went for a proper browse around the library this year. (In all my years at NUIG I had never strayed too far from my home in the humanities). If you find yourself with some spare time I highly recommend going for a wander. Far too many of us never venture from our subject areas but remember: nothing is off limits!

Okay some things are off limits, but generally…

I found myself between ailes of books on Harappan Civilisation* and a substantial section on something called the Sutton Hoo Ship Burial.

I have no idea what this is!

I should find out!

Now maybe this will only appeal to the innately curious or those who are bothered by personal weakness in general knowledge (TblQz4life), but there will be section for you too. Last week I found myself in the film section and spent perhaps a little too much and not altogether spare time reading about mise-en-scene* in popular film. In the English Section you’ll find anything from Daphne Du Maurier to JK Rowling. Among the visual arts you’ll find Picasso, Pollack and Rembrandt alongside graphic novels like Watchmen. Yes, the library has comics. Comics matter too.

Maybe you’ve always had a secret desire to learn about the mating habits of the Table Mountain Rock Dassie, maybe you want to know what the Nietzsche’s deal is with God? Where did marriage come from? How does a radio work? What’s that little hollow under  your nose called?  Why do American sitcoms say you can’t wear white after Labor Day? What is Labor Day?  How did young Karl Marx have such an awesome beard? All of these answers and more can be found in the library. Except for the beard thing – that’s just a mystery.

So next time you have an afternoon off and you think you’d like to enlighten yourself or find out more about Witchcraft in Northern England, pop into the library. It’s free.

*I’m not gonna tell you what this is, Go To The Library.

Check out the K-Marx beard – it’s a sight to behold.

Designer desires creeping in

In Uncategorized on July 21, 2012 at 9:31 pm

It’s happened.

I really never thought it would but it. has. happened. I’ve started taking notice of designer handbags. That’s right, those insanly out-of-my-price range accessories. Places to keep your keys an wallet basically – your presumably empty wallet.

I was never the kind of girl to even show a flicker of interest in a designer bag. Quite the opposite, I loftily declared that most of them were ugly and I wouldn’t be caught dead spending that much on anything, even if I had the money. I did love bags though, and had quite a collection, but I can’t say there was much variety there. I was that teenager with the big hand woven free spirity-hippie-I’ve-been-in-South-America-but-not-really sling bags. You know the type, you’ll always find them in a stall or a shop that smells like too much incense. The bohemian bag could hold a change of clothes, shoes, a coat, hell a cat if you wanted, and more but it did make finding, say – a hairclip nigh on impossible. Not to mention that there are two major reasons I should not be encouraged to carry a large bag: 1. My back is quite prone to injury. 2. As a former girl guide it is my duty to “Be Prepared”, so I tend to carry extra everything and more, whenever my bag gives me that choice. These two factors don’t mix well. (Owww)

I still have a soft spot for the sling bag but there comes a time when a girl needs to branch out, examine other baggy beauties. When I did step out into the world of satchels, pouches, cases, sacks and  actual hangbags, it was a breath of fresh air, a literal weight off my shoulders.  The satchel feels smart and professional, the vintage ulpostered look one is a nod to the quirk inside, the plain old pleather gives me a chance to add my own touches (new strap, brooch, etc). and now DESIGNER handbags are cathcing my eye.

Oh dear! What have I become! The sling bag toting girl wouldn’t be caught dead with one of those! What silliness it must represent, being , after all, a super expensive sack for your stuff. I suppose it’s been creeping in for a while now but the realisation just hit me when browsing trhough a Dublin vintage store Siopaella‘s sale online. They have this lovely little powder blue Marc Jacobs bag marked down to 295 euro! I feel silly even saying that because let’s get one thing straight – I will not be purchasing this bag. I may have started to have feelings for the designer swag but I am not yet willing or able to spend that kind of money. But for now I can acknowlegde the desire and embrace this new side of me.

Oh how I have changed!

New Shoes for Short Legs

In Uncategorized on July 15, 2012 at 7:14 pm

I bought myself a new pair of shoes the other day, which is always a small bit exciting. Now I’m by no means a shoe-person (part human, part shoe?), I’ve stubbornly avoided heels all through my teens and early twenties – until recently. Now the time has come for me to take these foot accessories a bit more seriously.

Eh, serious in a fun way.

You see, I am short. I tower below everyone I know at a whopping five foot, no inches. Being a lady of lesser stature has its advantages, sure, I know tall girls who are self conscious of their height and there are women who don’t like to be taller than their love interests. When you’re nearly 6 foot tall this -for lack of a better word- shortens your list of prospective romances. But all in all, most of us long to be averge height, or at least no one longs to be short.

Apart from the obvious need for help reaching the top shelf, my shortness of leg has lead to one recent sartorial problem: the long skirt. I have fallen for the midi and full length skirt and I’ve fallen hard. I love the flowy feel of cloth, adding a bit of mystique to a pair of otherwise uninteresting pins. It can make an outfit special with minimal effort. The long skirt is both feminine and versatile.

My problem, dear reader (though I’m talking to myself here) is that long skirts on short people require heels.  Don’t ask me why but in a long skirt flats make my legs look stumpy, feet and ankles peeping out from under the hem, obviously disappointed with themselves. Sandals seem to do the trick as they don’t look too out of place but the wrong shoe looks…. well, WRONG.

So, today I picked up a pair of velvety black lace-up wedges. Wedges because, as a newcomer to serious footwear, I have not yet mastered the art of walking in heels without looking drunk or in need of hip replacement. Something happened when I laced up these velvet shoe-boots (shoots?) and took my first steps – it didn’t hurt. No pain and what’s more, I didn’t stumble! This could be the start of a love interest with wedges. Black is just the beginning, there is a world of kookie shoes out there.

On an unrelated shoe note, how cool are these?!

Candela-NYC Sample Sale

Where Do I Go From Here?

In Uncategorized on July 12, 2012 at 8:43 pm


A few years back I made a resolution to become more active in my life and grasp the opportunities that came my way. For me this meant starting small – I had always been the shy retiring type, in need of a confidence boost. But I had so many interests and a big curious head on my shoulders. So what started as accepting more invitations and saying ‘why not?’, has grown into so much more. I had one of my best years yet studying art, craft and design in Cork city.  Since then I’ve focused on getting a degree. I turned to the humanities as I’d always been really interested in sociology and was passionate about human rights and justice. This past year has been spent working voluntarily in human rights – it’s been a real eye opener.

Now I find myself looking down the final year of a degree wondering ‘what the hell am I gonna do?’  Scary Economic Recession aside,  I’m having more and more doubts about continuing down this road.  Doubt sucks. I’m really interested in my studies, don’t get me wrong, but is this what I want to do? I can’t ignore my passion for all things creative – music, film, arts, crafts and fashion. Apart of me feels guilty for even considering choosing arts and culture over human rights (what could be more important, right?), but recently the prospect of consigning the creative side to limited hobby-time scares me. Do I focus on academia or take a risk and try to make a go of a creative career? Is this just graduation jitters?

Needless to say I’ve got a lot of thinking to do…

Suggestions welcome!

In Uncategorized on July 11, 2012 at 10:56 pm

It’s amasing what they can do with body paint. I would love to go to one of these some day!

Hello world!

In Uncategorized on July 10, 2012 at 11:15 pm

Well, well…

This is my first attempt at blogging since the tender and retrospectively embarrassing age of 17. Unfortunately I was quite prolific then, ever so eager so spill my heart out to all who would listen! Many an emoticon was used.

Fortunately I’ve learned to hush up a bit since, though that means I don’t get to share thoughts as much as I’d like. It seems as we all get on with our separate adult lives friends end up living further apart and gathering a lot of extra responsibilities. Strange how we used to be able to blab on every day about anything that popped into our heads. Now that blab buddy hours have been cut, where do all these thoughts go? Hence, the blog. I enjoy pondering film, music, books, fashion, nachos, art, society, travel, most things! So hopefully I’ll get into the swing of things after a while and this will grow into a relatively interesting space. 🙂

Wish me luck!

Most things – except sport, just can’t develop an interest in that one…