Sunday, October 30, 2011

a not misfit-ting season premiere.

Misfits started back tonight on E4 amid great excitement. Series 3 sees new character, Rudy (played by Joe Gilgun), taking Robert Sheehan’s place as the motor-mouth of the group. Tonight’s episode set the tone for Rudy’s onscreen presence, which seems to mainly revolve around practicing and/ or talking about anal sex. I was gutted when I first heard that Sheehan wouldn’t be returning for the third series but newbie Gilgun’s character is definitely a good replacement in terms of cringe-worthy vulgarity.

As ever, Misfits delivers the drama and the humour. I was on the edge of my seat for most of it (although this was mainly in anticipation of seeing the naked torso of that gorgeous Welshman, Iwan Rheon), and I belly-laughed out out when Rudy shouted from the bathroom of his latest sexual conquest that he was “wiping shit of my cock!” (Yes, I am that childish. And crude.)

For a better account of the first episode of the new series, check out a piece by Rich Johnston on Bleeding Cool, and if you haven’t already, you can watch Misfits online on 4oD at (Hope I haven’t spoiled it too much!)

I can’t wait for next week’s episode. I’ve missed the ASBO Five!

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Friday, October 28, 2011

a not-so-exciting (but oh-so-lazy) friday night.

Today has been okay. I woke up in a foul mood but things improved when I got Subway. Things always improve when I get an Italian BMT with gherkins and south-west sauce. (Or jalapenos, depending on my mood.) I bought phone credit too and rang the grant people. Apparently (and hopefully) my grant will come through in the middle of November which is really only two weeks away. Which is fab. Not as fab as it would have been had the money been in the bank for me today but whatever. It's something.

After my Subway and my phone-call, I watched Remember Me. I bawled like a baby at the end. Oh, man. It was terrible. And I love Robert Pattinson more than ever. (Although he's not looking too hot in the trailer for Breaking Dawn Part 1 so I dunno.)

After watching that, I fumbled around on the Internet for a bit and then went to clean the kitchen, which was in chaos after my housemate's session last night. I cleaned and did the washing up and made myself a sandwich and some chicken soup from Aldi (which wasn't very nice but it only cost about 40c). All this while watching Corrie, Eastenders, some Derren Brown thing, and QI. Welcome to the good life.

I'm in bed (again) and I've just watched a couple of episodes of The Inbetweeners (courtesy of my housemate's DVD collection - whoops!). I've just buffed my nails in preparation for Tara's party tomorrow. I plan on looking somewhat okay, although it's unlikely that I'll achieve this considering the downward spiral of terror and grief that my face has taken in the last few days. My skin has turned awful. I've got a lot of blackheads at the moment, due to me being too lazy to wash my face at night, and last night I tried to pop a big, ghastly one, only I think I've done more damage than good - my nose is bright red and there's puss coming out of it. That can't be normal. I'm coated in Sudocreme at the moment and I plan on drinking a litre of water tonight in the hope that my skin will have improved at least a little bit by tomorrow.

I've also been drinking a lot of orange juice today because my stomach is not right the minute. This is mainly due to my crap diet of late. I went shopping yesterday though and bought fruit and normal foods and I'm hoping to turn over a new leaf this week by eating things that aren't crisps. Wish me luck with that! However, right now I have an undeniable craving for chocolate and I feel like I have no choice but to go get something from the vending machine. And also take out the rubbish (of which there are several bags).

So chocolate and rubbish-taking-out and Inbetweeners and probably more Inbetweeners after that and then sleep and then tomorrow. Tomorrow will mostly involve me trying to de-hair myself. Then I'll go to Tara's house, have a few beverages, and proceed to party! (Did I just use 'party' as a verb?) Maybe I'll get the shift, maybe not. In fact, more than likely not. But I will have a laugh. And probably a wonderful, wine-related headache on Sunday.

Hope you all have a good weekend, lovelies!


Sunday, October 23, 2011

sexy, inexplicable melancholy.

I used to enjoy long bus journeys. Long car journeys. Long train/ plane/ automobile journeys. I liked having time to think. To listen to music and be on my own in my head. For my thoughts to settle. You know the way some people do all their thinking in the shower? I don’t. I think on buses. I think on the way to and from Limerick every week. I think about what I have to do, what I have done, things in general. Ideas formulate and I plan. Or I used to. Now I just remember every bad thing that’s ever happened to me. Things I thought I had forgotten. You saying that you never loved me. Things like that. I don’t like bus journeys anymore.

I am in the passionate throes of another bout of low self-esteem, and every day events just add fuel to the fire that is my mental self-flagellation. Maybe that’s a bit extreme. Maybe that’s too many metaphors. But I’ve always been melodramatic. And idiotic.

Maybe I need some retail therapy. Or maybe I need a boyfriend.

this sucks

Saturday, October 22, 2011

shoes and jeans and dresses and mods.

Always on the search for a decent pair of every-day shoes, I bought these bad boys today for a not unreasonable €50. (There was a beautiful brown lace-up pair too but, alas, not in my size. I am a UK 5, apparently the most common size in the world, judging by how fast shops run out of it!) What do you guys think of these? I think they fit in nicely with the mod trend that’s in vogue this season. I can picture wearing them with bright skinny jeans or cute dresses.

I haven’t worn skinny jeans in years. The ‘Fat Bum, Skinny Jean’ look is usually a dangerous one to dabble in, I think. But I’m gonna kick-start a healthy lifestyle this week and maybe eventually I can squeeze back into a pair of jeans, not unlike these gorgeous pairs from Topshop:


In the meantime, girly dresses like these would contrast nicely with the androgynous footwear:

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bright ideas.

I have about a million ideas floating around my head on a daily basis and I usually forget them by night-time. If I don’t write things down, they don’t happen. On Thursday night, I decided to dedicate a bit of my wall space in my Limerick bedroom to my various ideas. Up there at the moment is the Red Lipstick Challenge (taking inspiration from Joanna Goddard’s Glamour article) as well as ideas for a blogger meet-up in UL. All on cute, pink Post-Its, of course.

Friday, October 21, 2011

colour me inspired.

These gorgeous, bright-but-cosy colours are inspiring me today! I am loving the open-toe sandals and tights combo.

(I think I need to get a job in order to fund my clothes obsession. I’m having withdrawal symptoms!)

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Thursday, October 20, 2011

UL model search final.

Last night was the UL Model Search Final in the Strand Hotel in Limerick City. Lots of nice clothes and even more horrible clothes. We’re talking expensive, middle-aged women boutique clothes. On girls who were in their teens and early twenties. Tragic. Free goody bags for us common people though. (LancĂ´me toner and a couple of Roc and Vichy samples.)

My beautiful, fashion-loving friend, Lisa, was my date for the evening. She’s the lovely, dark-skinned belle in my photos (above). She’s chocolate, I’m vanilla. I realised last night how much we have in common: music, fashion, general hilarity. She is my new favourite person and laughing with her last night and today has pretty much been the highlight of my week.

Did you know I’m the treasurer for the Fashion Society committee? This meant I was in charge of paying the bus driver who was taking us to the venue (he was an absolute sweetheart) and maintaining some kind of order en route (pretty unsuccessfully, it has to be said – one very drunken girl was sobbing because she needed to pee).

I took about a hundred snaps of the models but my crappy point & shoot did them no justice. You can view some professional shots here though (and you can even see me pulling faces in the background of some of them!).

Congratulations to Gillian, the winner of the model search, and to the two runners-up. Three gorgeous girls.

Image of models from Rebecca Mooney Photography Facebook page.

Monday, October 17, 2011

chaos and clothes and life and me being hilarious.

After another two-week stint in Limerick, my pile of washing had reached gargantuan proportions. So much so that I had to sit on my suitcase in order to close it, and I broke out in a sweat dragging it across Limerick city on three different buses. But it was worth it for clean underwear and a long weekend at home in the not-so-sunny south-east!

Trying to recall the last few weeks of my life is difficult. I know that it has involved college and cider and not being sad. It also involved writing a couple of articles for An Focal and helping out in the Students’ Union. Other than that, a blur of embarrassment and messed-up sleeping patterns. But what’s new?

Fashion-wise, the novelty of being back at college and feeling the need to dress to impress has almost completely worn off. I was seen in a T-shirt and tracksuit pants last week (after spending five hours in the library, mind you!) much to the dismay of my new gay friend. (‘What’s wrong? You look terrible!’ he cried, incredulous.) I upped the ante after that though and the next time I saw him I was looking somewhat presentable. However, he was quick to point out the pimple on my chin, visible from a distance on my unmade-up face. Yeah, cheers for that. I love the gays and their honesty but, Jesus, cut me some slack! It takes a lot of time and effort on my part to look sort of okay. We’re talking deforestation of my entire body, we’re talking exfoliation, we’re talking layers of foundation. Of course, you also have to take into account the fact that I sweat off most of my make-up within an hour and my leg hair grows at an alarming rate. (I’m very attractive, I know.)

Everything-else-wise, life is boring but nice. Busy but manageable. I’ve got an orthodontist appointment today and even though I’ve only had my braces for ten months, I’m finding myself mentally willing my teeth to align a little faster. Which hasn’t been very successful, as you can imagine, not least because my mental powers leave a lot to be desired.

I like to think that my life will be ten times more fabulous when I have straight teeth. New adventures in the Land of American-Style Straight Teeth are on the cards in about a year’s time. I might do a weekly segment: Emma’s Orthdontically Straight-Toothed Adventures. (‘Orthodontically’ isn’t even a word, man.) It will be hilarious. It will basically be the same stories I tell these days only with more pictures of me smiling and showing off my teeth.

Actually, come to think of it, I don’t tell nearly enough hilarious stories here. In fact, I don’t remember the last time I recounted my laughable life to the Internet. You might find a story if you looked back far enough into the dusty archives of The Magic Position but you mightn’t recognise it – what I consider hilarious and what other people consider hilarious are usually different things entirely. However, I aim to post a universally funny story about my life during the next week. (This just means that I will go out of my way to cause chaos in college by declaring my undying love for someone or singing karaoke or just generally being an idiot, with universally hilarious consequences.) Stay tuned, kids! (Actually, the story might not even be suitable for kids: I enjoy swearing.)

Hope you’re all alive and kicking!


P.S. Remind me to update you on the disaster that is my head of hair. It is perfectly wretched at the moment. The only positive thing I can think to say about it is that it is growing. Slowly, at that.

Friday, October 14, 2011


I’m waiting impatiently for my grant to arrive so that I can pay a million bills and maybe buy a couple of new dresses from Penneys. I’m also seriously coveting a decent pair of everyday shoes. I’ve been dreaming about Oxfords lately:

I’ve been living in Penneys and Dunnes knock-offs since the things came into vogue and they’re cheap, yes, but not practical. Within weeks, they’re battered and bruised and the sole/ soul is falling off. The Oxford’s above are real leather and a steal at $59.98 from! Unfortunately, Aldo only ship to the US, Canada and Japan.

The lovely people at Nordstrom ship worldwide though and I found some beauties on their site:

The first Nordstrom pair are €99.96, the second, €80.73. They’re both reasonably priced, I think. Affordable and hopefully high quality!

I am going to splash out on a pair when my grant comes through. I’m a firm believer in a good pair of shoes. I think the rest of your clothes can be high-street bargains – cardies for a fiver and dresses for a tenner – but you need a decent pair of shoes. It sets off an outfit and can make you feel a million Euros (which is more than a million dollars, when you take the exchange rate into consideration). For me, real leather is important in shoes. I know a lot of vegetarians, vegans and animal rights activists will disagree with me but I’m not going to engage in an argument about it. For shoe lovers, leather is better.

I’m leaning towards the tri-tonal Nordstrom shoes. Hurry up, grant! Good shoes are vital to my education, you know…

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Sunday, October 09, 2011


I have this habit of idealising boys in my mind. I’ll start to like someone for one reason or another (usually just one single, silly reason) and I’ll build on that. If I never speak to them again, I’ll add to the list of reasons why they’re lovely and I love them. I’ll decide that they’re good-looking and probably clever and look at their confidence! They’re so articulate and eloquent! I love it! And we have similar interests. We like the same music. Oh my gosh, you like Father Ted too? Wow. We’re obviously meant to be together. And then I end up talking to them by some twist of fate and I realise that they’re actually a prick.

This happens way too often. But I like finding out that they’re a prick or they’re boring or rude or just not my kind of person. Because it means I can stop obsessing about them. Of course, then I just move onto a new infatuation. Who will also turn out to be a prick. It is a nasty habit of mine to put boys I don’t know on pedestals. Usually when I get to know them, I don’t like them at all. But, if nothing else, it keeps my mind occupied.

I don’t know why I’m telling you this fun fact about myself. I guess I just felt like sharing.

I am a weirdo. I’m obsessive and immoderate and indiscreet. Help.