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Sin.

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About Me

If I tell you a secret, do you promise to tell the whole world?
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My name is Sinéad (pronounced Sh-nade), but just call me Sin.
I am vegan. One day, I may actually start to wear make-up ...but probably not. I want to fill this year with memories. I usually smell of vanilla and/or cinnamon. What I look like on the outside is absolutely no reflection of what I'm like on the inside, and I may change that. I still don't know how to take compliments.
Books turn me on. They're something of an obsession, along with cooking. I would be nocturnal if my education would allow it. I've had to make it a goal to keep my room tidy because I'm quite happy to forget what my floor looks like.
I'm a thinker, I have no notable talents, I'm very humble, I'm not religious, I use too many commas, I make a fool out of myself on a regular basis, I'm terrible with money, I lose things all the time, and I'm terrified of the future.
And you are?
Books. Reading. Psychology. Helping people if I can. Listening. Friendship. Photographs. Memories. Volunteering. Pistaschio nuts. Learning. Spontaneity. Music. Late nights. Texting. New places. Friendship. Cinnamon. Vanilla. Music concerts, theatre, and ballet. Trying to cook, failing, and eating it anyway.
Exams. Revision. Procrastination. Self-importance. My lack of style. Being unproductive. Not seeing my friends as much as I'd like. Being left out. Breaking a nail. Poor hygiene. Wind and rain.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


A-J.
Vegheads, nerds, geeks and freaks.
YOU.

"The slow arrow of beauty. The most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating (this kind easily awakens disgust), but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us, filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with longing. What do we long for when we see beauty? To be beautiful. We think much happiness must be connected with it. But that is an error."
- Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

My Blog

Change of location.

I'm moving this project over to my blogspot as it's more reliable/much less likely to error on me and lose entire blog posts, which tends to be very rage-inducing. I hope people still follow my progre...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 12:49:00 GMT

Do you know your enemy?

Your mission - should you choose to accept it - is to write a blog every day in May.This is ridiculous. The chances of me achieving this are akin to the chances of me passing Chemistry. (Okay, maybe...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 13:18:00 GMT

It's in the water, baby.

My brother has this guitar. He also has a fairly large amp. He is an avid fan of all things metal (well, not quite all. The day I hear Norwegian black metal blaring from his laptop's speakers is the d...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 19:13:00 GMT

Lost?

Viscosity. Time has been going in slow motion for weeks now. The minutes and the hours and the days sluggishly drip away, and it's not the most pleasant of feelings. The times I spend with a smile on ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 19:04:00 GMT

I’m making a choice to be out of touch.

A week after I posted that last blog, my life got turned upside down. I knew it was coming, but I guess I didn't see the signs. I didn't think it would be that week. I didn't believe this would be it,...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 20:18:00 GMT

Hey now, youre an all-star.

I should've updated this thing sooner. More things than I could of imagined happened last week.One thing I've realised just now, is that I have a switch. Emotion-wise. I said it figuratively speaking ...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 10:18:00 GMT

Im so sorry.

For the last hour that you've poured your heart out to me, I've sat here crying. It's tearing me apart. You lay yourself out like that to me. You turn to me as somebody that may be of some help. I'm n...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 17:09:00 GMT

There is a me you would not recognise.

I feel like I'm living in some form of twisted denial. I'm very much aware that this is happening, and I can see that this is happening, but I don't seem to recognise just how deep we are. I see it. I...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 18:16:00 GMT

Do you feel?

That actually hurts. And perhaps that's looking into things too much. Perhaps I'm making a fuss about nothing. But to see that and know that I was the one that was pushed aside... that's not how it's ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 19:07:00 GMT

Prevent this tragedy.

Today hasn't been such a good day. It's the first time since exams back in June and May, and I have to say, I don't like revisiting these emotions. I won't go into detail about why it wasn't so good, ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:10:00 GMT