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I left for dublin at 7AM last Thursday, with some friendies. Grace (see blogroll) was on the train JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! We were worried, but it was all ok once she got on, and we settled down to a nice long train journey. Shane had decided to get his lip pierced, and all through the journey was testing how it would look with a pin! The train journey usually takes 3 hours and 35 mins, but we didn’t arrive into Heuston until 11.35, a whole hour late. I heard mumbles over the intercom of signal problems, but later found out that it was in fact a body that had been found on the tracks! While on the luas, I eavesdropped on a couple talking about bodies on tracks. The male half of the couple said that it was a “jumper”. They then went on to discuss the different train lines, and jumpers, and so on. He told his absolutely beautiful girlfriend that luas drivers get special training which includes what to do if an unfortunate sole jumps in front of them. The most horrific thing is that the boyfriend also said that often jumpers on the DART line are the most unfortunate, and that the fact that the DART is quite slow means that they suffer a slow and painful death.

On arrival in Heuston, wecaught the luas to Jervis, and went to H&M. I decided not to buy anything, as the day was young and I was sure that I would see something better later, and would regret buying the first thing I saw. This is a very silly mantra of mine. I did, however, try on a few dresses:

The first, I am holding with my hand to fit and was waaay too big, but my favourite. The second, Grace’s fave, but mega expensive, and the third I actually came back to buy on Saturday!

Later that day many wonderful things happened, but none so wonderful as going into the little shop in the George’s Street Arcade that is “so cool it doesn’t have a name” (I actually found it online.. it’s called All The Best!)! In I went, knowing that I couldn’t afford any of it’s riches, but wanting to have gook anyway. The mannequin at the front of the shop was wearing the most fabulous dress made entirely of ribbons. I got talking to the owner, and he said that he had made it for his friend who would be in the gay pride parade on Saturday! How overjoyed was I to hear that I would be around for the parade? Very!!! I also found out that he sources some of his clothes from designers from Hong Kong, Japan and Korea, and also makes some too! I told him that I was interested in fashion, and he said he liked my style! I was so happy! I asked him whether he would be willing to have me for work experience nest year (mega cheeky..) but alas, he said that he didn’t really need any. He did, however, say that it is hard to find people with a passion, and that I should come back when I’m in college with my CV! It’s a long time away, but still it made me supa-ecstasied.

Also that day, I bought a scarf from the arcade , a dress from which looks nice with a belt, a ruffle that is for wearing with shirts but could possible be worn on the neck, and a pair of sunnie glarses:

That evening the friends went home on the train, and I went to my aunt’s house to stay. I slept well that night, jeez!

On Friday, I went into town and met with mes grandes parents, with whom I went to the Chester Beatty library with. We had a lovely lunch (I had spinach and feta tart, and chickpea salad), then went into the exhibition of Leonardo Da Vinci’s Codex Leicester I spent about an hour in there, it was very interesting. Afterwards, I had a hot chocolate and then met with a fellow Saoirse from primary school. We went to see 28 Weeks Later, not realising what we had got ourselves into (click on that link, please!). The soundtrack was great, I thought! But the film just ended, and I was like.. what? Is that IT?

Saturday I bought the above grey dress no.3 and fabric, below. I was hoping to turn it into piccie no.2 below. My origional plan was gold lamé, but this was the closest to lamé I found. I also met with a gaeltacht friend, watched the gay pride parade, and went to my old street to say hi to old neighbours.

On Sunday I went into Temple Bar and Meeting House Square with auntie, who brought me to a great concert. It was two folk bands, one Greek, one English, playing together. That finished at 6PM, and auntie then brought me to a lovely restaurany CafeBarDeli. I had a Nicoise salad with tuna, potatataass, egg, mozzarela, baby spinach leaves, black olives, and other yummies. I then had a hot chocolate, and then we went home.

On Monday morning I had muesli and two slices of toast with honey. Auntie and I went to Rathmines, where my friend lives, and did some thrift shopping (heh, US way of saying sharity shopping, hehe) We went to lunch in a restaurant called Mash, where I ordered a sandwich. I was feeling sickly in my stomach, like I would actually throw up, so I didn’t eat any and took it instead to my friend’s house. We talked, she ate, I sipped water, and occasionally said “ouch”. I knew I should leave, but for some reason delayed. I’m glad I didn’t leave, because I actually DID get sick in her toilet. I was embarrassed, as vomit is my “pet hate”. I then had to make my way over to a parental’s house to collect a painting, and then get the luas home. I was feeling much better, and bought some chewing gum and drank lots of water and thought I would be grand. On the luas, however, it was hellish. There were no seats, and by this time I was tired. I leaned agaist the gold window, and closed my eyes and moaned, but my conciousness was fading. I tried to not fall over, but my vision was turning all black. To top it all off, I thought I would barf again. It was the worst feeling EVER. At last, a seat was free. Withh one more stop to go, I concentrated on breathing deeply, with my head in my hands. While getting (running) off, I knew I was going to get sick. I ran to an alleyway, and well.. you know. The passengers were mighty lucky.

It was HELL. I texted and called my aunt to collect me, but to no avail. Finally, I got through. I drank flat 7up and slept, and felt better in the morning.

On the Tuesday, I made my way through town. I tried to buy The Rocky Horror Picture Show and A Clockwork Orange on DVD in HMV (they were 4.99 each!), but the man wouldn’t sell em to me without ID! Poopoobumbum!

I also bought some 40dernier tights and silver shiny leggings in Penneys. I know the trend is old already, but HEY i like em so I will wear ‘em! I wanted the black shiny ones, too but they didn’t have them in the shop I was in. Darn!

Also, I bought i-D, which you can’t buy in the Wesht, and Vogue.

The end, for nooww