So Kaetlyn and I decided to walk home from school as we both had nothing to do there. It had been raining the past two days, and was earlier today. But it was kind of blue skies and a little sunny so we thought we could make it. We got about half way when all of a sudden it started hailing like crazy. We were being pelted with these bullet like things and just laughing hysterically about our predicament. Then it just stopped. And of course when it did this really nice lady stopped us and offered us a lift back to our house. She felt bad for us, so that was awfully nice of her.

And now we're back and it's blue skies and sunshine again. Oh this irish weather. The good news is Kaetlyn's dad sent her thin mint girl scout cookies. om nom nom.

i woke up today in a good mood. despite waking up later than planned today, and feeling sad, disappointed and somewhat embarrassed yesterday. i guess it's true, tomorrow is a new day. and you kind of just have to realize in the overall scheme of things, little things that bug you really don't matter at all. they come and go and there's no point in dwelling in them. so today i'm just going to enjoy my pajama's, the sound of the rain on my window, and my "infinite" playlist that has some of the most beautiful songs i've heard.

life is good.

it's amazing how one night can change your outlook of someone.

And Everything Was Blue

And Everything Was Blue
Originally uploaded by Megann Drmota

i shot some rolls of film with my holga recently. just got around to scanning them in (which always takes so much longer than i plan). this was one of my favorites. the landscapes here are absolutely breath taking.

also, the weather today is incredible. and it is kaetlyn's birthday as well. (Breithlá sona duit!) so go wish her a happy birthday, and enjoy this beautiful day.

NO SHAME. this is how i'm spending my saturday night. with a nice face mask and a hot shower. i'll then probably make some tea and put on a movie. i've been feeling really off today, just not myself i guess. so a night in is probably the best idea. now time to wash off this mask.

every time i start an entry i always feel like i have so much to say, but it always just comes out as pathetic rants or just boring sentences about what i've been doing lately. it's like i just can't find the words to properly say how i'm feeling or how i'm doing, so i resort back to the boring and the pathetic. it's starting to drive me crazy really. i can feel it all building it up inside, but i end up sitting here just staring at the screen as the little cursor blinks waiting for me to start typing. it's just funny because i remember once being so good as expressing how i was feeling. i was able to just write it all out and it'd be exactly what was in my head. but now i feel this disconnect from my head and the rest of me. disconnect. that's exactly what it is. not even a disconnect from me and everything/one else. but me from what i was. how i used to be. it's like i'm at this completely different stage in my life, and i'm completely enjoying every minute of it. but i miss the way i used to think. i felt like i was much more....poetic. for lack of a better term. i don't know. something is missing. but i don't feel like i'm explain myself well at all. so i'll just end it here and head off to the pub. goodnight, blog.

this is me right now, sitting in my room which is a complete mess right now. i haven't showered in a few days so the sweat from dancing last night is still lingering on my skin. my hair is a mess and my body is either dehydrated or in need of sugar because my hands wont stop trembling. i am completely distracted by everything today so i have a feeling being productive isn't on my to do list, though that wont stop be from trying.

listen to this song: insomnia by electric president.

that is all for now.