Pretty sure this is some combination of child endangerment and bullying
Posted on | June 25, 2009 | 2 Comments
From: Molly Griffin
To: Mama Griffin
Date: Thu, Jun 25, 2009 at 1:10 PM
Re: Hi…
Off to lunch now, made myself a peanut butter sandwich. Except I’m afraid to eat it, because there was a spider on my bag on the train this morning, and I didn’t want to flick it onto another person so I just kind of freaked out to myself, and then it disappeared… I have NO idea where it went, it went on the underside of my bag and wasn’t seen again. If it is EVEN in my sandwich, I swear to God.
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From: Molly Griffin
To: Mama Griffin
Date: Thu, Jun 25, 2009 at 3:31 PM
Re: HiWELL I FOUND THAT SPIDER IT’S IN MY BAG.
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From: Molly Griffin
To: Mama Griffin
Date: Thu, Jun 25, 2009 at 3:31 PM
Re: HiI WISH YOU WERE HERE TO KILL IT FOR ME.
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From: Mama Griffin
To: Molly Griffin
Date: Thu, Jun 25, 2009 at 3:33 PM
Re: HiAHHHHHH, hairy?
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From: Molly Griffin
To: Mama Griffin
Date: Thu, Jun 25, 2009 at 3:39 PM
Re: HiIt is FAST, that’s what it is, I don’t know how to kill it I don’t want to feel it when I do. Plus I’ll have to smash it against my nice bag. I’ve just been freaking out for about 10 minutes.
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Happy home
Posted on | June 10, 2009 | 1 Comment
This morning greeted me with a bumpin’ headache, waves of nausea, and sour milk to boot, so suffice it to say one might encounter a mega-grump if I had the energy to make it outside. Fortunately, it is my day off, so you are all spared (except I can reach you through the Internet, wah!).
I haven’t updated in a while because I’ve been too busy making the last part of this come true. I got the room for the summer that I wanted, the internship that I wanted, and aside from still having no money (OH HOW I COULD USE SOME), everything else is going according to plan. I’ve got some jewelry-making materials coming in the mail and I made quesadillas for the two of us last week for the first night I spent here in my new house. So aside from spending the better half of the morning wanting to throw up, everything is really ridiculously perfect, in ways I never thought possible. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again and again and again: deciding to stay in Dublin was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Anyway, I’ll show you a bit of why I’m so pleased as punch these days.
This is the view from the door upon entering my new room, where I’ll be living for the next three months or so. It’s the kind of place I’d really rather settle into for a year because there’s so much space and so little time to fill it. As any house for rent, the place is not perfect and shows the wear and tear of residents who know they are temporary and just don’t care to upkeep it. I don’t mind though, since I’ve seen some really disgusting places, and this ain’t one of them.
I have a nice big wardrobe but I already kind of broke the latch on it. Also, I found a spider on my scarf the other day and now I don’t know what to think.
I borrowed the bedding and felt surely it could not match anything in the room. But behold! A crazy wannabe modern art painting! And good grief, it also goes quite well with my teal fleece. I like looking at this combination. Though the green bunny does not really match anything now. The bed is quite comfortable, although I have had some trouble sleeping these past few nights, but I’m attributing that to it being a new place. Oh, and Don Quixote also lives in my room as you can see below, above my various knick knacks. That fireplace is covered, and I can hear animals living in there. I think it’s a bird building a nest. I wish it were a litter of kittens, to be honest.
Damn, girl
Posted on | May 29, 2009 | No Comments
As a concept, Go Fug Yourself is completely catty and banal way of making money: harping on celebrities for the terrible outfits they put together. But they don’t doodle on anyone’s face and say “har har, that dress makes you look fat, ya dumb whore.” Instead, they provide me with the biggest laughs from any blog. Those two girls are sharp and witty without being pretentious or mean. And I have been giggling here for a while about a Marie Claire cover featuring Beyonce with slightly raised eyebrows that most people would probably look right over, but the Fug Girls interpret it otherwise:
Her face looks like she’s ten seconds away from stalking up to a dude in a bar and blabbering, “Hey baby, I think you’re really cute, and I think we should go back to your place and I’ll make you my mother’s special omelet recipe tomorrow morning and then we can go to the park and pet some dogs but I’m allergic to dogs so we can’t go out and buy a dog together which is FINE because we SHOULDN’T do that anyway until you’ve met my mother BUT SHE’S GOING TO LOVE YOU, AND THIS BAR DOESN’T SELL ESPRESSO AND OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO NEED ONE SO IF YOU DON’T HAVE AN ESPRESSO MACHINE THEN WE’LL HAVE TO REGISTER FOR ONE WHEN WE GET MARRIED, AND I DON’T BELIEVE IN GETTING HITCHED DURING FOOTBALL SEASON BUT APRIL WOULD BE A GREAT TIME SO LET’S CHECK OUR CALENDARS TONIGHT AND PICK A DATE AND WE’RE ALSO THROWING OUT ALL YOUR SHIRTS BECAUSE THEY’RE UGLY AND NO MORE NINTENDO AND COULD YOU PLEASE JUST ORDER ME A GODDAMN DIET COKE OR A CAPPUCCINO OR SOMETHING BECAUSE I WANT TO BE REEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY AWAKE TONIGHT WHEN WE CONSUMMATE OUR ENGAGEMENT!!!!!”
Class.
Sparkle sparkle
Posted on | May 25, 2009 | 1 Comment
I don’t really get jewelry.
By this I’m implying that I get most other things. I get why an outfit is fashionable and how to make one similar. I get why mixing old and new is the ‘it’ thing in interior design and why it’s okay to mash up patterns. I get which song elements seem to rouse everyone who hears it, even if I couldn’t compose it myself. Hell, I get why some event posters around campus are more effective than others (FONTS, people).
Maybe it’s because those things have been explained to me in one way or another. Simon Cowell and Martha Stewart and Heidi Klum all make sure I get it, and that everyone who watches gets it, and now that’s why we all throw out words like “pitchy” and “fierce” and “neck elongation” and “make it work”. (Although I don’t know where I learned so much about the personalities of fonts.)
It took me a while to get shoes, because I couldn’t understand who in this world would bother looking at other people’s feet. Somewhere along the line, I realized I couldn’t STOP staring at feet, and that is when I knew I got shoes. I get scarves and gloves. Belts I’ve never worn, so I should admit that I don’t know much about belts.
But the item of vanity I know the least about is jewelry. I don’t get it. The only jewelry I wear is a glass drop bead necklace I got from Silpada and a silver claddagh ring, both of which my mom gave me ages ago. I put them on everyday without a second thought. That’s because they were gifts, and they mean something, and I love things that mean things. But that stuff you’ve got to pick for yourself to show off some personality? When I am in a shop and end up in front of the accessories rack, I have no idea what to think. My eye is never drawn to any one thing. I don’t know what looks cheap and what doesn’t, and whether at my age it’s okay for something to look cheap. I don’t know what’s garish and what’s not. I always end up panicking and foregoing any of it.
Something tells me I am not ever going to get a jewelry-making reality show tentatively titled Accessories Smackdown, and if it ever did come on TV I would absolutely not watch it because wow, BORING. Instead, I am just going to have to figure it out for myself: sit down with it in all its pieces and put it together until I like it, until I get it. As I determined for myself long ago, I need something to do with my hands to keep me happy, or at least sane, to steady my hands when neuroses get out of control. Last summer I did jigsaw puzzles and counted change. During the year before that I crocheted an afghan blanket. I played instruments in the many years before that, and basketball. These past few weeks I’ve been cranky, realizing that I didn’t yet have any new craft that really grabbed my interest, and I thought, terrific, now I’ll just be an irritably spazzy-handed nutjob with too much time and no money.
But then today I went to look at a room to rent that I really loved; it was gigantic, part of a nice Georgian house in a quiet and conveniently located area. A large bed, a large wardrobe, plenty of shelf space, and in the corner I suddenly pictured myself crouched over the table with a string of wire and box of beads, watching Buffy after a long day at the internship and waiting for my boyfriend to come over so we can make dinner. I realized that’s exactly the summer I want this time around, and that is the activity I want to keep me occupied.
And then if anyone asks me why I’m wasting so much time and energy on vanity, I’ll say what are you talking about, I thought I told you: I don’t get jewelry. I’m selling this shit on Etsy to those suckers who do. Get me a few bob.
What to do, what to do
Posted on | May 19, 2009 | No Comments
Well I went on maybe the best, most relaxing holiday to Gran Canaria two weeks ago, where it was sunny and comfortable the whole time, and everything was cheap, and it was a whole lot of smiles and lazing about and then getting up and doing something fun. When we came back, the two weeks of previous rain had still not let up, and aside from a brief window of what I may call “sun” and you may call “cloud cover” today, it still has not stopped. It has literally been raining for a month straight. I can’t even comprehend blue skies anymore.
Promptly upon returning from my trip, I needed to begin studying for the literary theory exam, which I took today and am sure I passed.
So if you have been waiting these past few weeks for something more substantial, I’m afraid that’s about it.
I could possibly imply that there was a dramatic exchange with my parents, having accumulated for months, over their apparent inability to express good will towards me. Not that they felt ill will towards me, but life went topsy-turvy and suddenly Bizarro Ma & Pa could not muster a single “good luck” from under all that “you’re poor” and “do you seriously not have a job yet” and “what the hell are you doing over there anyway.” There were some lengthy emails being sent, some sobby phone calls being made, and some big fat sorries on both sides, but that too is now resolved (at least until they realize again that I still don’t have a job).
Summer is usually marked by school letting out, or the café job, or moving back home, or, you know, HEAT, but none of that is here. I feel I could easily just drift through the next few months the way I passed through the last few–waiting for the next day, eating horrible food, lazing about while I type type type, planning my day around huge events like shaving my legs–but I’ve become pretty frigging amazing at making my summers times of progress, times when I get little things done that add up and up. So even though I already have one? two? lists already going that I don’t plan on analyzing until the start of next year, I’m going to add another, more immediate one to the fray.
- Enjoy reading again. Because I kind of hate it right now. BC makes me read about five books per week, which keeps me in the habit, whereas Trinity practically discourages reading as something those UCD kids would do. I was all excited to go to the bookstore before holidays, and then I got there and went, “…I don’t want ANYTHING.” I ended up getting this cat book, which I could have read in about 4th grade. I’m attempting to get through John Grisham, but I find him too boring a writer. I don’t want anything too heavy, I’d like to have some laughs and some excitement. Quite honestly, I wish I’d brought Harry Potter here, but I didn’t so I’ll just have to make due with reading some other stuff. Stuff like,
* The Complete Novels, Flann O’Brien
* The Namesake, Jhumpa Lahiri
* The Lost World, Michael Chrichton
* Any other suggestions? - Make significant headway on my thesis. This will require reading Flann O’Brien first.
- Walk for an extended period of time everyday. I walk so much more than I used to because that’s how you get around in Dublin, but now that class is over and most days I have no reason to leave my flat, I just don’t. The weather doesn’t help, but I need to get out more, and as cranky as I get when I hear the suggestion, I know it.
- Make as many weekend getaways as possible. They are my favorite parts of the week, just the two of us, and I want to see at least one more country before leaving.
- Organize my computer. Files, folders, favorites, passwords, pictures, buddy list. Defrag, declutter. Also, if I can manage it, take off the back and clean out all the dust and dog hair so that my fan stops trying to fly us to space.
- Write something new. The old story just isn’t going to make it, I think. I want to write something, maybe something short, that I can be proud of, which moves me and others.
- Go for a swim with some frequency. Aqua jogging is good for my knees. And I think I still get to use the Trinity pool over summer.
- Do stomach crunches before bed. Seriously, I don’t care how many skinny comments I get, ya’ll do not know the sort of gut I’m sporting these days. I eat frozen pizza with alarming regularity.
- Learn to cook more meals. My man likes a woman in the kitchen. Unless it’s his kitchen because I’m probably going to break or burn something. Any good meal-for-two ideas?
Maybe that’s all I need for right now. Maybe I’ll update it again at some point. After all, the only thing that’s really on my immediate to-do list is
- NAP.
Holidays
Posted on | April 24, 2009 | 1 Comment
I am a worrywort by nature. Obviously, I must be: I run a blog where I voice my worries to the public daily weekly when was the last time I updated this thing on a regular basis? quite frequently. But omg, ya’ll. I have been LOSING IT lately. It’s freaking out those close to me. I’ve been worrying about everything and as soon as I say, “What do you mean? I’m fine!” I burst into tears on the spot. The other morning I woke up and cried to that little kid on Britain’s Got Talent singing Michael Jackson.
So the point is, I need a big break. I haven’t had a big break for two years when my mama took me to Florida for 3.5 days. This time, I’m going away for ten. Ten! Ten days! When I tell Europeans that, they say, “Only ten?” because Europeans are a bunch of lazy workers who like to take ridiculous lengths of time off from responsibility. And God help me, I’m becoming like one of them, and I love it to pieces.
(Ten days!)
I’ve even decided to begin this vacation early, having finished my lectures yesterday and internship today. For the next two weeks, I am going to stop worrying. Yes, I don’t have a place to live for long when I get back, and the summer internships were meant to call me this week for an interview but haven’t so I’m still not sure which side of the city I’ll be working in, and yes I’m dirt poor and haven’t earned a buck in ages, and when the end of the summer comes I’m going to combust–but I’m not going to think about any of that. I am going to go get the hell burned out of my skin in the hot, hot sun and take some pictures for your enjoyment.
Oh, and probably Twitter from the pool.
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