Some people are lovely... Others are users...

Please be aware of both!
I'm all too gullible when it comes to thinking the 'users' are dressed as lovely people. All too often, I get used. Remember, you are a good person, and nothing noone else does or says will change that in you.

Two particular people pop up in my mind from time to time. One person, who I cared deeply for, and wanted to fight for, asked me for a few hundred euro over a year ago. Since then, he lied to me and never paid back.
Another guy had been a good online friend for a few years. But a few months ago, when he was stuck with bills to pay, I gave him a few hundred euros, and he's ignored me since then.

I will never forget, and I know karma will get them back. They will never pay me back, I know this. Just makes me ill thinking how nice I am to people.

Look after yourselves sweethearts,

M. xx

There is nothing worse than sitting in bed, drinking tea and eating custard creams, flicking through Facebook, Twitter and Gmail, and realising, why am I doing this AGAIN, ALL DAY?

MSN, mostly to be seen as "Appear Offline", so nobody thinks, "OMG, she's always online! Does she have anything else to do?". Although people have already commented on numerous occasions, just how much they've seen me online..

And, I started out so good in June, plans worked out as to what to do and where to go. I learned to play the tin-whistle a bit, and I walked everyday. I lost a little weight, and that made me happy. But then...

Low emotions, a few drinking nights out, and back to being a lazy, unemployed 27 year old, unsure of her future in anything. Why do the littlest things distract me? People tugging on my emotional strings, trying to borrow my love and the little money I had. Looking at people thinking, oh wow, they have a job, a social life, and a lover. Why can't I have that? Because I've already given up.

I've given up so many, many, many times. I try again, and then I give up again. What happened to those success affermations (oh dear, I can't even spell properly anymore)...

Never ever EVER give up!

Clear your mind of the word CAN'T!

Do what you can, where you are, with what you have!

Hugs, M x

Broke Days and all that..

So... It's the last day of July, and I'm basically without money. Yeah, pretty much broke, still without a job, and might not even go back to college (due to said fund shortage). That's the scandal now with myself, but not to fear, something will turn up.

My CV looks as weak as ever. Afraid to give it out to people now because of all that paper I'm wasting with people not even looking at the ones I've given out. What are we expected to do? Keep going around in a circle until someone actually notices your potential in a future career? *Sigh*

Lately, a few ex-boyfriends have been messing with my head. It's along the same pattern: I love you, I really do, Let's make this work, But we won't be going out, and I want to have sex with you.
I mean, REALLY! COME ON! Honestly, because I'm so nice, they expect after all that happened, that I'd be an easy lay? It's disappointing to say the least.

Urgh, please, Mr. Right, I'm still waiting for you to friggin' pop up, and actually have a good old conversation and fun times with. I'm a decent, nice person like.

Oh, made €10 on the horses this week! Woo hoo! And it was the first time betting. Still don't understand it, but I won, so I'm happy out. Smiles. x

Rant coming up....

Now, this really gets me. I get if people don't like my blogs, great.. It's not everyone's taste... But, Do not tell me how I should feel, or who I should get over. Oh no no no no. I will not respond well to it. I feel what I feel, and I express it in my own way. "Oh do cheer up Maire." will not help in ANY way!

As for another rant, I was in Aldi on Thursday, paying for some items. The nice girl asked me for some form of ID for my little €2 bottle of Rosé wine, in which I produced my Passport. Seeing as my Garda Age Card is refused in every area of Galway, I never bring it out with me.
But, at this time, one of the security men passed me on his way to their staff room when he saw my passport being looked at, and warned me to have my Age Card next time. I laughed, thinking it was a joke, but he was serious. Saying it was ridiculous, and that my Age Card has repeatedly been refused, he said the Passport will not work in this store again.

Honestly, make up your mind. I hate bringing my Passport with me to places, but I'm either refused with one or the other...

Breathe in, breathe out... Calm....