In other news...

When I went to cultwatchers on Tuesday I was down 4lbs. :) After two weeks of being up I'm finally nearing another half stone mark. Altogether I've lost 20lbs, or 1 stone 6 pounds. So that means if I'm down even a pound next week I get my third skinny award, and I'll have lost a stone and a half! :) Seeing as it's Sarah's birthday party tonight and Metallica is tomorrow, it might be kinda difficult to be good. BUT sure we'll see. Fingers crossed :)

This was no accident...

This was a therapeutic chain of events.

I am so fucking glad to have my boys back. That was the longest three weeks of my life in more ways than one.

So here are some of the pics from our reunion. With special guest, The Duchess. :D


Mono and James on the bus home from town. A rare sight, since Mono hates public transport with a passion.



I love this picture. I dont really know why. Maybe it's cos James is SMILING! :D



A rare glimpse of our new best friend The Duchess. Don't ask. Just go with it.




I lost them to Street Fighter 4 for a bit.




This is where the tales of The Duchess started...
I don't really know how it happened. But they started telling a fucking insane story about the origins of the bong. And I fucking fell about the place laughing. It was so ridiculously funny. I managed to get some of it on video. Gonna try and upload it in a while. Possibility of a feature length movie? Indeed!


Then after all that madness we watched Street Fighter! Hah. What a bad movie! But it was gas like. Listening to the lads taking the piss out of it was hilarious. James does a mean Jean-Claude Van Damme as Guile. WIN! \o/


Normally when these type of nights happen I usually avoid taking pictures of myself cos I'm still not that mad about being photographed. So often in these types of collections there are just random pictures of bits of me;arms, hands, feet, eyes... but never any candids or anythin. At some point last night though James took the camera off me and took a few of me that I kinda like. So here they are.

I can't really explain why I do. Just do. I guess I just trust James as a photographer to make me look pretty. :) If that really is the case, I wouldn't mid letting him take my picture more often! Haha. Anyways the night soon wound down after that and we all went to bed/couch.

I am so grateful to have such amazing fucking friends. I thought you all should know. x

Fuck you all very much.

Christ, I don't even know what I'm trying to fucking say. A little bit of appreciation would be nice is all. I feel very fucking invisible right about now.

I miss this chapter of my life.

I found this saved in some random folder on my laptop. It used to be on my bebo page, but after the whole falling out with Ciaran I took it down.

"Declan's veggie stir-fry, Ciarán's veggie spaghetti bolognaise, in-jokes, 5am video chats, impromtu sleepovers, planned sleepovers, hot chocolate, TOTE BULIMIC, dancing to Kylie in the kitchen, following Kings with Truth or Dare in Gemma's, AH GOT SEEK!! skipping lectures to go get piercings, passing notes in the world's most boring lectures, AOM LANS, hooka bubbles, the binge food drawer in Lemonead's, THE WAR WITH HEAVEN, being a cat, eating people and *just* getting away with it, 2gays1girl, karaoke with wooden spoons, sharing scarves/hats/beds/bodily fluids, DéjaVú, spooning, inappropriate comments/behaviour from Kevin, being the filling in Eilis sandwiches with Brian and Tom as the bread, loudness, quietness, plans of late-night walking, retiring to bed instead, tales of past encounters, tales of hopes for the future, but above all....being loved by some awesome awesome AWESOME friends is the bestest, most specialest feeling in the world. Jealous much?!....?"

God I miss that time so much. I can't help but wonder if things would have been different if I hadn't moved away. He wouldn't have replaced me that's for sure. But how long are these kind of things supposed to last? It never feels temporary at the time. Fuck nostalgia. Ruins my day.

Motivation

I woke up really early this morning with the same insane chest pains that landed me in A&E on St Patrick's Day. I didn't wanna go to the emergency room again and pay €100 to be told they couldn't find anything wrong with me. Again. So I just lay there in pain for a few hours until I copped on enough to take some Neurofen. I guess I fell back asleep then cos next thing I know my alarm is going off and it's time to get up for the gym.

It would have been sooo easy to stay in bed, but something made me get up and besides, the pain was gone. So I dragged my ass out of bed and went to the gym. Hooray! Still think I'm gonna have put on weight tomorrow though. Guess we'll see.

On second thoughts...

let's just have tgi's instead. Who needs a body to die for when I can have fucking cheeseburgers.


Idiot.

Yuss.

Nothing like a good swim to make me feel better. Everyone should learn how to swim. It's so awesome. :)


I'm back on track. C'mooon 21 pounds!

I feel like shit.

God I am more weak-willed than anyone I've ever met.

No wonder I look like I do.

I am...

...so fucking happy! Everything is fixed. I am forgiven for being a horrible and dramatic bitch. I lost another 2.5lbs (that's .5lbs to go to my next half stone). I saw Have Heart and they were beyond incredible. I am truly inspired and I finally realised that I am the only constant thing and it makes me feel so fucking good. I win at life these days.


Fuck yeah I do!

Good news

I lost another 3 pounds this week. That makes 18 so far, or 1 stone 4 pounds. At least I've one piece of good news to combat my sore throat news. :) Good times!