I told you I'd tell ye........

Wooop after many weeks of blood tears and sweat shed I finally know my course code and now can proceed to registering (well after two or three working days) I must admit I did hestiate before clicking Apply in order to officially accept my place in the course.  If I'm getting stressed over the idiotness of admin how stressed will I be in writing a thesis?  But as long as I keep my head down I'll be grand.....right?

The Story of a Prick!

As most of ye know at this rate I pulled my muscle (otherwise known as the Gimp) a couple of weeks ago. It improved for a few days and became a literal pain once again. Visit to doc part deux happened yesterday. Leg was twiddled about in all different angles and directions(doc's way of making sure I really DO need happy pills) Once it was confirmed that yes happy pills are indeed needed the doc happily announced that an injection was also needed!

HOLD THE PHONE I never agreed to get pricked! Didn't he not remember that I'm the same girl that once had to be held down by two people in order to get blood test done and scared the bejaysus out of the other patients with my screaming. With only the Antique there for moral support I squeezed my eyes shut preparing myself for the agonizing pain that was to come....Nothing, Nada no pain!! I have hurt myself more by blindly putting in an earring. Few seconds later, I began to feel a light fluffy sensation across my left side and half my behind. Its an odd feeling when only part of your body is on a high. According to doc my injury is more common for footballers and such atheletes to get. Kind of reminds me of Irish weather we get the tailend of  America's hurricanes and none of the benefits of their hot weather. C'est la vie!!

Fringe Revisted

Most people know that I have this obsession with good hair. Hair is the first thing I notice in a person male or female. I can't describe what good hair is as it usually varies from person to person. I have been known to say "Good hair maketh the man " (although ironically two of my previous boyfriends had receding hair ...but thats another story) Despite this love affair with good hair I'm not high maintence with my own. I don't do the recommended every 6 weeks trip to the hairdresser for trim. Colourwise I usually let the streaks grow out and never bother topping it up for a few years.

However since becoming the proud owner of the Fringe I have been at my usual hairdresser more regularly to get it trimmed otherwise I'd resemble Cousin It from Addams Value plus it's free. This weekend I went to my local to get it done as between the jigs and the reels I hadn't the chance to pop into the usual place. I was a tad nervous to be honest going into a new place also it didn't help that the previous time I went to a local hairdresser I came home with crooked hair. It turned out to be okish bit short for my liking but overall not bad. I doubt I'll revisit unless I'm stuck again and
it wasn't free

If I knew i would tell you....

As you  know I'm in limboland regarding college yada yada which is pretty stressful in itself. But I'm sick to the back teeth of people asking when I'm starting college and when I say I don't know they respond with: when will you know? Same answer also applies! If I got a €1 for every person that asks I'd be able to pay someone to do thesis when I'm actually in college.

Don't get me wrong I appreciate the thought of people thinking of me (or that  gossips think my life is interesting enough to talk about) but please take give it a breather for a whileín. I promise to let ye know when I know.....

A late entry

I know I know I'm already lagging in blogging but things have gone doolala in the labyrinth of late. The mothership decided to become a door and get keyhole done so have been busy nursing her back to health and being hostess to her numerous visitors. She's responding well to the keyhole so happy days!

In other news I'm still in limbo land regarding college and there's ONLY 8 days left before registration closes and If nothing happens before I'll be travelling down shit creek. The Gimp is back although not sure was it ever gone. It has been classified as pulled muscle and I had been trying to do too much with it forgetting it does take a while a heal. I have been reading a great trilogy called Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare. I started two weeks ago and already I'm on the last book.  It's about this group that protects the world from demons and it's mostly set in New York. Trechnically it's found in the young adult section but I highly recommend it any fantasy ficton fan. Another book I can't wait get my hands on is Deirdre Sullivan's second novel Prim 2 (not real title) which will follow the adventures of Prim and her side kicks Joel and Roderick as they come to terms with growing up. Will Prim get seduced by the Viking? Will Joel move school? Will we see Roderick on X Factor? What baby will get tached next? Time will tell............

My disco mouse

Got another parcel today from my not so secret admirer- Amazon. Sebastian my laptop's pet mouse croaked last week and a new mouse arrived by stork today. Sebastian is delighted with his pet and hopefully he takes better care of this one.  Isn't he snazzy? Sorry about quality of picture.

13 going on 28

The film 13 going on 30 was on tv last night and it got me thinking what would i say to my 13 year old self. So I decided to write a note to myself:


 Dear Mairéad,

The nickname Muir is going to stick. Stop moaning about your weight I have seen pics you're skinny. Don't get a short haircut like Gráinne did it won't suit you. Getting your teeth pulled out for brace is no biggie  so stop whinging. Pay more attention in Geography cos you will get paid to give people directions in the future! Don't tell Mrs Heavey you didn't understand the homework you are  A FLUENT SPEAKER that excuse doesn't work.            Don't let Fiona Shaw take pics of you at the Grads or if you do try not to look demented. You say you won't go to college but believe me it's the best thing you'll ever do and you won't want to leave. Keep going to IWA sports day it will stand to you in college.  By the way Stephen Gately was gay (yes i said was but not going to go into that) your gaydar (radar for spotting gays) has been activated but won't really come into play for next few years. Take your time preparing for Acting Dip you need it. For heaven's sake start learning to drive when you are 18. You'll get your 1st job in two years time where you'll stay for ages (it will happen after they do up Siopa an Phobail). Be careful crossing the road on your 20th birthday. 21st birthday will be unforgettable to say the least.

Don't change who you are true friends will stick with you. Giggle fits will get you into trouble. Broken hearts do mend. Get rid of hang ups they are not as big when you face them. Dont mind people when they laugh at your correct pronuncation of mojitos and jalepeanos (trust me they are yum).


See you soon,

Lots of love,

Muir xxx

The Wake up call of a Gimp.

Last Monday I somehow hurt myself getting out of car and was left with a gimpy left hip.  Talk about torture esp the first night! The Antique was no relief at all. To my horror the chair was becoming a more appealing apparatus to use. The mothership was right I should be doing more excerise....

I used to do excerise religiously every day when I was a kid. Even went abroad to do intense excerise numerous times.  All this was done by the mothership as personal trainer cracking the whip.  Blood, tears, and curses were shed but  without that excerise I wouldnt be where I am now minus the gimpy hip. Once secondary school and social life entered the equation the excerise regime dwindled to nothing. Yes I know all the facts how excerise is good but laziness rooted itself. There were times where I shook laziness off and attempted some excerise. Even joined the gym first year in college but only went three times.

Why does it take a drastic step such as getting a gimpy hip to wake me up to reality? Why cant I not be grownup about it and do regular excerise? It won't kill me!  Proof of the pudding: excerise bike healed the gimp! I am going to promise to do some excerise on a regular basis. It won't be as intense as back in the day but def  will get the body in motion. Can't promise that I won't have a relapse but can promise will get straight back on the saddle.

List of requirements

My presence in college will be so valuable that a PA will be required. :P Was asked by the powers that be to come up with a list of requirements for such a person. I wonder will I get away with putting down: Must do thesis of  40,000-45,000 words in the timeframe of two years. Probably not. It's odd writing such a list as I don't want to seem like a demanding doodaa but also worried that will forget to put down something that may be of high importance  in months to come. This experience does bring to mind the list of requirements that the kids in the film Mary Poppins compile in their search for the perfect Nanny:

If you want this choice position
Have a cheery disposition
Rosy cheeks, no warts
Play games, all sorts

You must be kind, you must be witty
Very sweet and fairly pretty
Take us on outings, give us treats
Sing songs, bring sweets

Never be cross or cruel
Never give us castor oil or gruel
Love us as a son and daughter
And never smell of barley water

If you won't scold and dominate us
We will never give you cause to hate us
We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see
Put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea

Hurry, Nanny

Many thanks sincerely

Jane and Michael Banks

David Bowie my book carrying byiatch

Now that I'm re-entering the world of academia I need a bag that will:
a)Inspire me to put academic tools such as books, articles and such stuff into it.
b)Won't dissolve in rain.
c) Continue acid trip theme of leggings (see previous posthttp://labyrinthoftheabsurd.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-season-i-will.html ).


Found such a miraclous bag on Amazon. Ordered it Saturday and got it in the post yesterday. I'm in love!!  What you guys think????

This season I will .........

resemble an acid trip or something that a rainbow would puke up. I have become obsessed with the coloured leggings that can be found in Penny's these days. So far I have numerous pairs of the following colours:

Royal Blue

Mad Green

Bright Red

Hot Pink

Got orange one in H&M and a mustard one the last day in Penny's But  I really want a pair like this:

Aren't they pwetty? Also these colouredy leggings will be perfect camaflogue for college canteen as it is also very acidy trippy.  Pranking time will happened to people not carrying hot beverages