Exciting News!

So once again I find myself apologising for my lengthy absence but I have had alot going on and at times it felt like my brain was constantly occupied with something and I couldn't squeeze blogging into all that stuff. Where shall I start?

First of all, I moved out of my parents house and in with my boyfriend. I apprieciate that if I was on an episode of 90210 this would probably be an epically big deal in terms of taking the "next step" with my boyfriend and blah blah blah but it's not really like that. We've been together for nearly six years so moving in with him is not a majorly big deal other than the fact that I'm discovering all the things that make him EXACTLY like every other man on the planet when actually I thought he was more sensitive, different etc, etc. No, he's just a normal man who doesn't know how to hang out clothes/cook/put the toilet seat down/let me watch crap TV. So far things have been good although I miss the homeyness of my family home and I miss having carpets, my new house seems chilly all the time. And I hate my couch. We haven't had a fight and so far money has stretched reasonably but if I don't get a job I dunno what the hell I'm gonna do for Christmas presents. Oh, we're just renting a house out in Tallaght. I know, I know, I have become a Tallafornian, it's gonna take some time to adjust.

We also got a dog.

Yeah, that was probably the biggest surprise of all. Even though I now have a dog, I still don't consider myself a dog person. Despite the fact that she's adorable, a little part of me feels like I'm betraying a part of who I am, denying the cat lady inside of me and you know what keeps popping into my head? The very end of that film The War of the Roses with Michael douglas and Kathleen Turner, the one with the husband and wife trying to kill each other? The end of that movie has a little moral..."Cat people should never marry dog people." Isn't that so true?! It's simple but true, like a chinese proverb or something. Occasionally when I'm playing with the dog I suddenly remember that movie and that moral and I get a really ominous feeling. The dog's still cute though. We called her Scully after my dead cat who in turn was named after the FBI agent because he was orange. It's a good pet name I think, don't you?

I've also been doing a night course in Manual Accounts and Payroll in the hope that upskilling will incarese my employment prospects. I thought it was just gonna be like a short introduction course to give me the basic skills but it's a five week long course, 3 days a week, 4 hours a day. Yep you heard me. And the icing on the cake? I have 6 exams! SIX! I tell you, we were all pretty stunned when that was announced. I've done two already and the first one was apparently the longest and the worst so hopefully I'll be ok for the rest. Outside of the exam part I like it, I've always been crap at maths but the satisfaction you feel when your books balance is well...very satisfying; I can't help but wonder if I was an accountant in a former life. Night classes are always good for meeting new people too, although it does have it's fair share of aul wans too. Like really, do not come to a night class in accounting if you can't even follow what fucking page we're on. I know you kinda have to do these FAS courses when you're on the dole but can't they have like flower arranging for aul wans or something because accounting is WAAAAAY out of their league.

I sprained my ankle. Maybe not in an official capacity but it fucking hurt. I literally stepped out into the garden and BAM! Went over on my ankle, collapsed on the decking in AGONY, my friends, AGONY and now, 11 days later it still hurts. The swelling has gone down but it feels like it's bruised on the inside or something.

I also had a pretty good social life over the past few weeks. Everything always happens at once doesn't it? The minute I have zero money, everyone wants to go out for a drink. Wtf?! I've been pretty good though, getting the ol' public transport home and only having one or two drinks. Not that I've had a choice, the cost of living here is not cheap my friends. Anyway, I was out in the Wright Venue in Swords for my friend Ciara's birthday, that was pretty cool. We even stayed out there in the Premier Inn next door like the classy birds that we are. It's nice to go to new places, Dublin is seriously lacking in a nightclub that has been done up in the past ten years/isn't full of SoCoDu knobheads. The Wright Venue has 3 floors and two dance floors and these cool private rooms that look down onto one of the dancefloors. Epic. Ugh, that sounded way less pervy in my head. We had a good time anyway.

My friend Irene moved to The Netherlands. Boo! Personally I think she should have stayed here and become and unemployed bum like me but she got like a dream job or whatever. Damn her! I shall have to be a bum on my own. On the plus side I now have somewhere to stay when I want a cheapo holiday. Score!

That's all my exciting news at the moment, we shall resume normal blogging next time! Whenever that may be!