General Election 2011

Tonight I should really be doing an Irish history essay, yet I find myself distracted by the General Election turnout. Yes, it would seem that somewhere between first and final year I actually developed a fascination with voter turnout, a subject which left me dozing in my seat or playing Tetris during the lectures devoted to it in first year.

I'm not going to lie, I don't see this election as particularly significant. It is an election like any other, a 'drastic' change form Fianna Fáil to Fine Gael and Labour, echoing the election of 1992. Of course I was only three years old in 1992 so I wouldn't be able to remember much. What I do remember however, is an odd sense of unease about John Bruton and I can vividly remember the Rainbow Coalition that wasn't.

This was the first General Election I was ever able to vote in, but I wasn't a first time voter. Yes, I actually bothered to vote in the European Elections in 2009. I think Model European Parliament instilled in me a belief that the person who represented me in Europe was as important as the person who represented me at home.

But then that's what elections are supposed to be about isn't it? About what you WANT, about who you WANT to represent you? Is this year's election about that? For some, yes, it would seem so. However for others it seems rather unlikely. For many, #GE11 is more about what they don't want.

I just hope that they don't live to regret seeking revenge on those they didn't want without considering who they were handing power to.

Wish List 2011 - #1

Love this Oscar de la Renta dress Rihanna wore to the Brits.
I'd probably resemble death in it, but still.
Pretty.

До свиданья dinosaur

Parting is such sweet sorrow...

It was good enough for Romeo, so why not for my dinosaur?
My dear old laptop is starting to give up on itself.
The lovely compact 14" laptop looks set to be replaced by the relatively inconvenient 15.2" laptop.
However with no sound and a dodgy shut down sequence it would seem I have no option.

I will miss my beloved dinosaur.

late night essay #1 2011

Finishing that first essay of the semester is always one of those moments I cherish. It seems as though some degree of metaphorical weight has been lifted from my shoulders. No, it isn't perfect. Yes, I will re-draft it before handing it in on Thursday but all the heavy work is done. The worst of the reading has been relegated to my distant memory, never again to resurface until some time around week 12 when the prospect of exams send me into a proverbial tizzy. (Note to self: look up proverbial and make sure you are using the term properly).

So, it is done. I'm a week behind schedule but it is done a week before it's due.
Success.

I have to be up for work in five and a half hours.
Fail.

I always come back to your bloggy love

I've decided that it is indeed high time that I returned to blogging.

Watch this space.