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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Golden Hour.”

They say you can learn something new every day. Today I learned that 6am-7am is referred to as “The Golden Hour”. Now, 6am is not a time that I am regularly awake for. 6am, or the golden hour, is that time you aspire to wake up at, to go for a run/swim/some other athletic activity, before coming back home to a shower and a healthy breakfast (or maybe a protein shake) and walk to your job as a super solicitor or CEO. That’s the dream, right? In my life, 6am features as that time I set my alarm for when I need to study for an exam, but angrily hit the snooze button until around 7:30am, when I get up, angry for not getting up, and exhausted, because I’ve spent the last hour and a half snoozing an alarm every 5 minutes instead of turning it off and going back to sleep. 6am is the time text messages are sent after a night out that you look at in horror the next morning. 6am is kipping on someone’s couch after a house party and waking up to blinding sunlight through the window with no curtain (can also feature a side of shame and/or regret, depending on why you’re on that couch.) 6am is that final red-bull to finish that assignment you’ve been awake all night doing and is due in 3 hours. More often than not, I don’t enjoy being awake at 6am. But sometimes, 6am is the golden hour after all. 6am is staying up talking so late, that the sun is just coming up, and you realise that you’ve spent several hours just chatting with people. 6am is waiting in the airport for the beginning of a holiday. As a kid, I always remember getting up and bringing a blanket and pillow with me so I could go back to sleep in the car on the airport! 6am is ‘we’re going to regret this tomorrow… but that’s a problem for tomorrow.’ 6am is dreading having to go to college in 3 hours after going to the pub ‘just for one’ turns into ‘the nightclub is free in tonight and I have shot vouchers’ – but not really regretting any of it. 6am. It’s a weird time. The sun is coming up, and you’re somehow caught between last night and the morning after. They say it’s always 5 o clock somewhere… so it’s probably always 6am somewhere too. What does the Golden Hour mean to you? Until next time, Ciara 🙂

Question Tag #2

I’m baaaaaack! With questions! Lots of questions!

I was tagged by the always fabulous Aine. Check out her blog and you can see her question tag here!

Anyways, here we go!

1. Name 3 things physically close to you right now.

My phone, a can of coke and my handbag.

2. Do you colour your hair?

Nope! I quite like my hair colour. I’m also not really bothered to dye my hair, even though I’ve been saying for the past few years that I’ll dye it all bright pink or green or orange for Shave or Dye… maybe next year!

3. Have you ever had an all-nighter?

I’m a college student, damn right I’ve had all nighters! More than I can count… cheap red bull is my best friend!

4. Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?

Oh yeah. I have a slight Coke addiction. It’s one of the few things that I won’t compromise on. Gotta have the real stuff.

5. Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing?

I have, on occasion, danced without music… it always seems to happen in college when a lecturer is standing behind me!!

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My First Trip To Slane

So over a week and  half ago, I went to Slane for the first time, to see the amazing Foo Fighters live in concert. Yes, I know this is late. Yes, I realise people no longer care.

Anyway, this gig? It. Was. Phenomenal.

Amazing.

I am being deadly serious.

I left at 9:30am to get the Concert Travel bus to Slane, and arrived shortly before 1pm. Unfortunately, my companions for my Slane adventure were not on that bus. I had to hang around for over an hour for them to arrive, but when they arrived… it was time for the magic to begin.

As I said, I’ve never been to Slane before. It is HUGE. Way bigger than I expected. Also, I knew there was a hill, but it never occurred to me that traversing the hill when it’s wet and mucky and people are falling around the place and dodging other people’s falling pints could be a problem. It was a slight problem, but no matter, it’s an outdoor gig. You expect to go home a little wet (except we went home like drowned rats!).

Unfortunately, I missed The Strypes, but they sounded great while I was walking to Slane. It took about 15 minutes to walk from the car park to the actual venue, and once we got inside we found a nice little place to sit and enjoy the weather. That didn’t last too long!! After Ash’s performance, we went for food, and midway through the Kaiser Chiefs, the heaven’s opened and thousands of people wept for their soggy chips and even soggier than usual noodles. We battled the slippery slopes back to the bottom of the hill, burgers and chips in hand (I would also like to mention that I managed to make it from the food stands at the top of the hill back to the bottom by the pit WITHOUT spilling my bottle of Coke. This is impressive when you consider how mucky the slopes were and they took my bottle cap.)

(Actually, that’s a valid point. Why did they take my bottle lid? Like, I know they say I could throw it at the stage, but surely I’ll do more damage with the open bottle than the lid???)

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Why Every College Student Should Join A Society!

Last Thursday, I attended the BICS (The Board of Irish College Societies) Awards 2015 as part of a large group from my very own college, IT Tralee. It was, quite simply, one of the best experiences I’ve had in college so far. We met so many amazing people from other colleges and learned so much from them. It was kinda surreal to see so many people in one place just for their love of societies. Every single person at the BICS was there because they loved their society and had put so much work into it to make it great.

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Whoa.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”

What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

Surreal”. Adjective.
having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre.
“a surreal mix of fact and fantasy”

So what is the bizarre experience I’ve ever had? I’ve had plenty of bizarre dreams alright (a side effect of my love of cheese). But as for actual strange or unusual experiences, I’m not sure. What I’d call strange, others call normal.

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DO YOU EVEN LIFT?

An excellent motivational/gym post by my good friend!! Check it out!

Mr Darcy days

A weird thing happened to me last September.

I got home after a summer working abroad and realised that I was sick of being a very skinny lanky ginger – okay, the ginger bit I don’t care about, but I was pretty fed up with how much I weighed and how unfit I was. At 21 all I did was eat junk food and watch TV, constantly tired from doing nothing and my tailbone would hurt from sitting on my ass all day. I was the definition of lazy and the most appealing thing for me to do was sleep all day. So this must be the part where I tell you I turned my life around right?

Wrong!

This continued for the remainder of 2014. I had said it to a few people that I wanted to change my act a bit, but I don’t think anyone took me…

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Get Rich Quick Schemes!

The latest topic of conversation in my home is summer and the plans that I haven’t got for it. At 19 years old, I really should have some sort of a job or some way of making money – and the time has come again for me to be looking into jobs and hoping and praying somewhere will take me on.

This year, the suggestion was made that I go to America for the summer. Alas, I have no money at all for this kind of trip, so I’ve come up with a few plans to make lots of money really quickly to finance my trip:

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