Where The Fuck Were You?

Glad you asked.

Well, since my last post I've downgraded from a crippling mess to just a mess. To keep it simple, last year was hard. I'm getting better at being alive. That's all you gotta' know.

As for now, I'm repeating 1st year and working in a B&B. My first real job. I was eager to begin being a real adult! Pay some taxes, bitch about co workers by the water cooler, maybe even get involved in a controversial romance. Then it hit me: this sucks. Turns out working your ass off every day for minimum wage isn't all that liberating. I make the same beds day in, and day out. Make the same breakfasts. Clean the same shit off the same toilets. The best part of my week is when a rowdy customer makes a scene. The only positive part of this job is the longing I now have for a Bachelors Degree. 

I'm also kinda trying to be more positive. Yes, you've heard every millennial with a nose piercing say this, but c'mon; It's a fairly good defence against the forces of evil. (That evil being the world and those forces being everything in it.) Saying some positive bullshit every few minutes is exhausting, especially when you have such a cynical, nihilistic mind.... it's hard work. I'm still waiting for the pay off, but that's why I have this amazing and well-written blog. Is it working yet?

See ya on the flip side,
Maeve

Leaving Certificate Part 2

holymotherfuck, i've been accepted to my first choice course in NUIG

Sorry for abandoning you, my dear blog. I've been too busy lamenting life and being intoxicated. This was such an important summer in my life and I chose to ignore it... but not anymore. So what did I do besides binge watching Netflix and researching prostitution (just in case I failed the big L-C)?

I went to Indiependance, which was a festival sesh full of Irish hipster youth. I met so many lovely people and drank myself into oblivion. PERF for the teen failure, I'll see you all there next year. The highlight was the 80s VS 90s rave - it enabled me to completely lose my mind and voice.
I aged in my time away. 19. It's been a weird month because I know the best years of my life are coming, but the absolute stress of post LC life was totally killin' my buzz bro. 
Leaving Cert results came and went, the whole process was underwhelming to be honest. I'm just glad to be gone from the hell that is school.
The Debs... not much to really say. More alcohol and ignoring the people that are irrelevant to me. Everyone outside of Ireland is going to think I'm a degenerate, but Irish youth culture really just revolves around alcohol and getting shitfaced, sorry.

My future in NUI Galway awaits me. It's terrifying. It's exciting. It's mysterious.