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Holiday went too fast but now that am back in land of free/home of brave, have decided will turn over new leaf. All thanks to brother who asked “How much have you saved since moving?” and was shocked when heard “Absolutely nothing! Why?”
But I am cheapskate! Hate spending money! So how come always buying stuff? No idea! Disease! Must find cure!
No more Starbucks. No more magazines. No more silliness. Will refrain from frivolity and save money for rainy day(s).
Also, am now fat. Ate too much good Mammy-food. Drank too many vodkas. No more bread and sweets. Good for wallet, good for waistline.
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I’m on holidays.
Fri, Sep 11 2009
Last day at work for almost two whole weeks! Excitement city! Suitcase has been packed since Sunday (only free day this week) and now only one more sleep ’til flight home! Box office manager bought package from Crumbs bakery for my birthday! Nothing can kill my mood!
Sat, Sep 12 2009
1PM: Suitcase? Check. Room cleaned? Check. All my banking and bills in order? Check. Cab booked to the airport? Check.
7PM: Feeling sick that I just paid almost $100 for a cab. When booked, lady had said $60 but conveniently forgot to mention that tolls were not included. Fuck. You.
7.30PM: Wondering what the point of self-service check-in is when you still have to queue for years for to drop off your baggage.
7.45PM: Security guy checks my passport and wishes me happy birthday. *beams*
8PM: Wandering aimlessly around the duty free. Why is perfume so expensive? Why is Chanel out of all the nice lipstick colours? Why do Guess make such knackery handbags? Why does Toblerone cost the same as a litre of vodka? Highlight – not getting ID’d when buying said vodka and carton of fags.
10PM: Waiting for flight to take off. Am youngest by a long shot. Everyone else is old, Southern and apparently on a golfing trip. Had planned to read Chuck Palahniuk’s ‘Snuff’ and the September issue of Interview but decide will watch The Hangover and I Love You, Man instead.
Sun, Sep 13 2009
9.30AM: My birthday. Am now 22. Scary. Am old. Flight is early. Wonder if parents will be there.
9.45AM: Emigration? Check. Suitcase? Check. Parents? Not check.
10AM: Parents here! With big Happy Birthday balloon and apologies!
1PM: Am home! Everything looks same! Eat huge Irish breakfast cooked by Irish mammy. Have not eaten so much in one go in long time. Will regret this later.
3PM: Is really hot and sunny. Crazy. Will go back to New York with tan. Finally reading ‘Snuff’ and Interview.
6PM: Have nap.
7PM: Brother wants to show off new driving skills so go for spin around town. Everything looks same.
9PM: Bedtime.
Mon, Sep 14 2009
9.30AM: Brother wakes me. Beach? Go away.
10AM: Brother wakes me. Beach? FUCK OFF! AM SLEEPING!
10.30AM: Brother wakes me. Beach? OK.
12PM: On beach. Is nice.
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Tags: home on the range, ireland, listowel races 2009, sunshine
this weekend’s adventure
…on the Metro North involved me falling asleep and ending up in Pleasantville, over an hour out of my way. Fun. Not.
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sunday
This picture totally sums up how I feel right now.
I LOVE/WANT/NEED MY BED
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first day down
Just home from first day at Nylon. Famished. Made ham and cheese omelette, toast and big mug of tea. Better.
Nylon office very cool. Wouldn’t say friendly (that would be lie) but definitely not intimidating. Much nicer vibe than last place. Will enjoy very much. Work more hands on than am used to. And today quiet day! Hah!
Had to give fashion department ‘fun fact’ about self to stick on door of closet. Very stressful. Not good at this. Settled on ‘can play banjo’.
Had to steam ugly checked suit. No clue what was doing. Had never used steamer before. Thought of Lauren and Whitney. Felt inspired.
Alas, burned fingers.
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Tags: fashion closet, fashion internship, nylon magazine
lyndsay freaks out
“Hello and welcome to this week’s edition of Lyndsay Freaks Out. We are coming to you live from a downtown 4 train on a hot and sunny day in NYC. On today’s show we ask the question on everyone’s lips – is Lyndsay behind in life?”
Ah yes. Another day, another panic attack. This time four years ago, I got my Leaving Cert results and my first choice college course – Journalism at DCU. Over the moon. Delira. The future lay sparkling ahead, as well as the best three years of my life. Managed to land a business reporting gig at the Sunday Tribune last August. Not ideal but impressive all the same. So there I was, about to turn 21, almost graduated and working for one of the main Sunday broadsheets. Awesome. Except I wasn’t happy. So what did I do? I packed my bags and ran away to New York.
How cliche.
Now here I am, about to turn 22, working at a blues club to pay the bills and starting a dream internship on Monday. Yes, I’m happy, but when tales of friends moving in with their significant others or landing perfect jobs reach my ears, I can’t help but wonder what the f*ck I’m doing. Y’know?
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This Monday
…is my first day as a fashion intern for NYLON magazine.
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monday musings
My poor body clock is all messed up. I spent most of last week working the closing shift at BB’s, meaning bedtime wasn’t ’til after 2am and breakfast was early dinner. I don’t even think I had a single cup of Lyons all week, such was my reliance on coffee (on a side note, I can never understand those crazed individuals that insist the caffeine in tea is enough to keep them up all night).
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After having a good aul wander around SoHo with Dave on Friday, I realise I need to explore this city a wee bit more. It’s been six months and I still don’t know any hole-in-the-wall eateries or anything. New mission? I think so.
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I can’t remember how I found it but Yes and Yes is one of my new favourite blog reads. I’ve found her 30 New Things section particularly inspiring, especially as everything has been feeling like Groundhog Day lately.
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