Ever get the feeling...

... that someone's watching your life pan out, and laughing at your expense? I'm really starting to believe that may be the case.

So, me being Maeve, I was all cosy watching Canada's Next Top Model, when all of a sudden, I got a mad craving for Diet Coke. This is highly regular, aforementioned craving happens most evenings around the 8.30pm mark. So, as Diet Coke addicts are wont to do, I decided to trot on down to the local Centra, where they know the combined price of a packet of Skips and a Diet Coke off by heart from my nightly expeditions (€1.64, by the by). As I approached the Centra, iPod blaring in my ears, I crossed the road, only dying for my fix. Now, have you ever noticed the way the kerb dips where you step onto it? Well I stepped onto the kerb, not picking my feet up because as far as I knew,I was stepping on to the flat bit. However, there was a weed blocking my view, so I was unaware I was actually stepping onto THE DREADED SLOPING BIT.

And so, I tripped. Utterly. I also fell at the feet of two 14-15 year olds... mortifying. "Ehhhh... y'aaaaalright?" Yes. Just say yes. This needn't be any more difficult than it has to be.

So, after a sleepless night, ridiculous pain and endless frustration, a trip to the A&E was in order. Thanks to the mother's job in the Mater and a sneaky bit of nepotism, I was only waiting about 10 minutes before I got an x-ray.

Anyway, turns out I have a broken elbow, or a "fractured radial head" in fancier lingo. I'm due to start work on Saturday, in a job I've fought tooth and nail to get, so of COURSE I broke my elbow this week. What makes it even sweeter is that it's my first broken bone. Ever. Nice sling, though.

Someone's definitely taking the piss.

I am vair pleased.

After a very extended hiatus of messiness, everything is now finally beginning to fall back into place.

Long overdue.

Since mid-June, when my lack of job in Hawaii was causing me all sorts of upset, I have been plagued by financial woes. I came back, figuring that nothing could POSSIBLY be as hard as job hunting in Hawaii... and oh, how wrong I was. I have since spent my Irish summer lazing, handing out CVs, going for failed job trials (see earlier post, The Great Employment Hurdle), interviewing (and doing badly) and stressing.

Today I have finally managed to procure employment. Officially. I am now a sales assistant for O2, thank you vair much.

With this new employment, I can now afford to:
- Move in with Christina and Bernie on Collins Avenue. About 3 doors down from DCU. No more forced inflicting myself on other people! Yay!
- GO SHOPPING. Oh my god, the clothes. Think of the clothes!
- Go on the Broadway trip. Eeeeee!
- Officially sign myself up for Vancouver 2009.
- Pay off my looming credit card debt.

Sweeeeet.

Also I've just discovered a new series, 90210. I watched it on a recommendation from a friend. Download it, it's fun!
Friday Night Lights is being renewed for a third season. The world is saved! And Private Practice has also apparently been rescued from the chop.
Grey's is back soon enough...
...as is Heroes.
Lost isn't back til February. (yes I did look all these up at once...)
I love September. I think it's my favourite month. Back to DCU, and all my shows come back... what more could I want?!



... but the 3rd ep of ANTM Cycle 11 isn't up on alluc.org yet. Freaked.

I accept...

... that sitting in listening to Sade is punishable by embarrassing geek status, but doesn't this song just bring you warm, fuzzy feelings inside usually reserved for a log fire, a cup of tea, a blanket and a comfy armchair in winter?