And the award for most irrelevant, misleading and untrue title everrrr goes to…
I think I’m going to stop using smiley faces. Like, forever. I need to grow up and start finding words to express my feelings.
A little randomness for your Hallowe’en reading. Not Hallowe’en themed. Unlike every other atom on earth at the moment.
Rebecca from the X-Factor nods too much. And she is one of the people on my aforementioned “bad tooth to gum ratio” list. She is fab though
I LOVE when you’re feeling down, and lovely people who are just LOVELY (with no ulterior motives) help to cheer you up – renewed faith in humans anyone?
I love that IKEA ad “you’ll always find me in the kitchen at parties” – true, I always go to the kitchen. Primary food location. Lots of traffic. Like doing laps of the party without having to move a muscle. And I wonder why I put on weight? I CONSTANTLY look for the easiest way to feed with the least amount of movement.
It’s great when you find out that someone reads your blog who you’d never expect to be interested in such incoherent ramblings. Thanks, much love.
I am now Tweeting again. My Twitter account is active (aislingmkeenan) and you can by all means follow me. But I am adding a Twitter feed to my sidebar, so like, look at it, will yiz?
The cupcakes. Oh, the cupcakes. There will be a full post on this on Monday, but until then, I leave you with one lovely description: have you ever seen (whats the polite way of saying ‘shit’?) doggie-do with little lumpy bits? Michelin Stars, here I come.
Well. Come back on Monday for the scariest thing you’ll see this side of Hallowe’en 2011.
Here’s some pictures I like… Read into them if you like.
My picture choices*might* give untold insight into my subconscious.
And a little Kim-Kardashian-flavoured, utterly gratuitous number…
Well. After weeks of building positivity about my job prospects and career possibilities, it was all dashed with one very polite email from a potential employer today.
Thanks, you were a strong candidate, but no thanks. Fair enough, of course. If I wasn’t who they wanted that’s okay. Doesn’t stop me being thoroughly disheartened. And it certainly doesn’t stop me from feeling like an inadequate, under-qualified loser with no talent for writing.
I hope when I wake up tomorrow morning that I’ll have a revelation and get all hopeful and positive again, toying with ideas of writing a bestseller or miraculously getting donations from a wealthy stranger who reads my blog religiously.
If anyone has any pearls of wisdom to offer, they are welcome.
Until I find more writing motivation, my friends, I leave you with this super cute, 28 million hit youtube video, of a kid singing (is that what you call it?) the Jason Mraz song, “I’m Yours”. Enjoy.
♦ Made a mental list of people who I think have a bad tooth to gum ratio
♦ Listened to ‘Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch me’ from The Rocky Horror Show a whopping 2127 33 times *shame #1*
♦ Resurrected my dormant Twitter account by Tweeting 15 times in 3 hours
♦ Had an extended daydream about playing the role of Emma Pilsbury when Glee comes to Broadway
♦ Made up a dance routine to Madonna’s ‘Like a Virgin’ without leaving my bed
♦ Decided to bake Maltesers cupcakes (thanks Lady Peach)
♦ Made a puddle of drool after staring at the new Black Swan artwork for about 12 solid minutes – have a look here
♦ Talked my (very bored and kinda scared) boyfriend through my so-called ‘musical awakening’ (trust me, you don’t wanna know)
♦ Felt a little scared that I would be swiftly dumped for someone cool and sexy
♦ Further developed my hetero-love for Kim Kardashian by saving 20+ pictures of her to my desktop
♦ Found a “Mr Schuester should be topless in every episode of Glee” group on Facebook… and liked it *shame #2*
♦ Realised I’ve FAR too much spare time and had a renewed sense of urgency about getting an FTJ**
♦ Spent too long looking at Dear Blank, Please Blank – but it’s so funny!! Here are 3 faves of mine:
*That may or may not be a matter of opinion…
**FTJ = Full Time Job. I feel like if I say the phrase too much it’ll jinx it and never happen. Yes, I am blaming superstition on my lack of employment now.
Thanks to everyone who has ever taken a few seconds to comment. It makes me happy that someone would read what I write and like (or hate) it so much that they’d spend their valuable time letting me know their thoughts.
While on an endless motorway, there’s only so many times you can find joy in overtaking a car bigger than yours that is driven by an idiot.
And you can’t even enjoy the scenery around you because paying attention while driving at 120kmph is kinda important. So radio plays a huge part in keeping drivers (like me) alert and cheery on these endless motorway runs.
If Today FM were a person, I’d sent him/her a bunch of flowers for saving my sanity on several cross-country treks. Ray Foley on a Friday from 12 until 2.30pm is a life saver when I’m heading to Dublin.
Coming back on a Sunday is usually difficult, as there’s never really anything of Ray Foley quality on. But yesterday’s bank holiday Monday was the ultimate driving music dream.
From 12-6pm there was barely any talk. There was a 2 minute news bulletin on the hour. There were NO ADS, whatsoever. And as for the music? WELL. My dream.
80s and 90s double plays.
Constantly. For 6 hours.
So, what I’m gonna do here is provide you with my favourite few gems from the playlist, all in the Bob Conway show yesterday evening.
I’m also going to tell you the reason I’d have no friends, family, boyfriend or job if ANYONE ever saw me “gettin’ down” in my own SPECIAL way, to these songs. If anyone was to see me mid-performance, I’d be swiftly arrested and booked for crimes against humanity.
Mary – The Four Of Us
I pretend to play excellent guitar with my steering wheel. Even imagining it makes you want to slap me, doesn’t it?
In The Air Tonight – Phil Collins
I try to copy each drum beat with a nod of my head. I rarely succeed with it. I do give myself whiplash successfully though.
Need You Tonight – INXS
This song gets into my bones. Specifically, my shoulder bones. It makes them spasm at a rate of knots. I also do that annoying “trying to sing the guitar bits” thing.
La Bamba – Los Lobos
I miraculously start speaking fluent Spanish. I’m sure I’ve insulted the mothers of THOUSANDS of Spaniards while singing the ‘lyrics’.
Kiss – Prince
It was during this song that my vocal chords snapped from the sheer strain. I sounded like a pre-teen male whose voice was breaking. Prince sure can hit the high notes. I certainly can not.
There Must Be An Angel – Eurythmics
If you’ve ever heard Annie Lennox singing, she too can get quite high pitched. How I still have car windows I really don’t know. They must be reinforced glass or something.
This Charming Man – The Smiths
I adopt the most appalling English accent here and I only know the lyrics to one line “I would go out tonight, but I haven’t got a stitch to wear” – so the rest sounds like a German/Swahili mix. Again, I would imagine I have insulted quite a large number of foreigners with this one.
Like A Virgin – Madonna
If there had been a passenger beside me, their face would be black and blue from all the arm swinging I do during this. I keep one hand on the wheel at all times of course, but I cannot be held responsible for the actions of the other hand. To compare my in-car-dancing to something else that exists? Yes. An epileptic fit.
Don’t Speak – No Doubt
I don’t dance during this, I just sing along like a normal person. But something strange happens when I sing along to slow songs – I leak tears like I’m trying to put out a fire with my eyelids. Not because the song is sad, not because I’m upset, just because my nose/ears/throat are all connected and my body has an adverse reaction to itself when singing.
See? My singing is so bad, my own body is forced to expel water in an effort to make me stop.
Ooh, while I’m talking about music…
Willow Smith, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett-Smith’s 9-year-old, released her first song yesterday. It’s called Whip My Hair and I LOVE IT.
It’s a ridiculously catchy song that I know most people will hate, but I don’t care! Cos I love it. And it’s my new ringtone.
Not you, Jack Charlton. You wouldn’t like this post.
Following on from the mascara post on Friday (just in case your eye-related information needs weren’t met…) here’s a spiel about FALSE lashes. For anyone lacking in the natural eyelash department.
On those occasions where a smattering of mascara isn’t quite enough, falsies are the only option. Every Boots has a huge selection nowadays, so often it can be hard to choose. It depends on your eye shape and your personal style. Here are my recommendations for a few different types of occasion:
♥ For dramatic length and cul, without too much volume… Eyelure, number 107, approx €8 ♥
♥ For natural but dramatic… Girls Aloud for Eyelure, Nadine’s lashes, approx €8 ♥
♥ For just a winged effect… Mister Mascara Striptease half-length strip, approx €13 ♥
♥ For creating your own style… Eyelure Individual Lashes, approx €10 ♥
♥ For a dark, winged look… Girls Aloud for Eyelure, Cheryl’s lashes, approx €8 ♥
♥ For festival glamour… Eyelure’s Tokyo Range, approx €12 ♥
My personal falsies hero: Kim Kardashian. Always dramatic, always full, always long, but ALWAYS natural looking.
Eyelash application advice
Apply the glue directly to the lashes, along the line where they’ll meet your lids.
Allow the glue to semi-dry until tacky before trying to put them on, otherwise they’ll slip and slide all over the place, making it difficult for you.
Always measure the strip lashes before applying, as you may need to trim them. Always trim from the part that will be on the inside of your eye so it’s not noticeable.
Try to get the strip as close to your real lash line as possible. Make sure not to get much glue on your fingers, because the lashes might stick to your fingertips while you put them in place, then come off in your hand.
The inner corner tends to be the trickiest part to make stay put. My advice is to fix the rest of the lash into place first, and then with your thumb and index finger, gently place the inner corner where you want it to be, and hold for 15 seconds. If it still hasn’t stuck, put a little bit of glue on your index finger and dab the inner corner over a few times. The glue dries clear, so don’t worry about the excess glue being visible.
Now, you’re all set to flutter your way into someone’s heart/home/place of employment/wallet. Have fun!
a shame, that. “@luberachi: Apart from your bedroom, there is nowhere that you can go for a boogie in the middle of the day.”.....tweeted about 3 hours ago
Did anyone sponsor me? I need to know who I should hand out eternal love vouchers to........tweeted about 7 hours ago
