my week so far

just dance


the best Audrey book ever


shopping on Oxford Street


Hairspray on the West End


surprisingly (pleasantly and otherwise) good


lazy days at the park, staring at the sunny sky

For the first time in ages, I have nothing to do as I wait for the results (for want of a better word) of my interview.

This is the nearest thing to a summer holiday I’ve had since I was 16. And it’s a pretty great feeling.

But to be honest I don’t know what to do with myself.

Today: I slept ’til midday. I made lasagne. I sat in the park with two books, my iPod and a bottle of cherry cola. I am no longer a frighteningly anaemic shade of pale, but still not back to my golden-skin-and-freckled days of yore. I watched Sabrina (the Audrey film, not the Teenage Witch show). I only drank three cups of tea.

Tomorrow:???

Enough’s enough, I’ve got to leave here right now

What? The Purty Kitchen
Where? Temple Bar
When? Saturday nights
Why? Good question

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The Purty Kitchen is a bit dodge. For a tenner in (€7 if you have a flyer) it really isn’t worth it.

It might look promising but unless you’re pissed, you’ll have a hard time trying to tolerate all the crazies.

At first the music was ‘Top 30 Hits’-ish (which I liked ‘cos all I wanted to do was dance) but within the space of about 15 minutes it changed to that uns-uns-uns druggie crap that my brother likes to blast. I was not impressed (I had paid for Britney and Rihanna goddammit!).
To make matters worse the DJ decided to play some slow songs (SLOW SONGS?? Who even does that anymore?).

The clientele was a bit of a motley crew, ranging from hen parties to absolute rejects to foreigners with crazy dance moves. Some people were dolled up to the nines, others were simply in jeans and runners.
Two suspiciously happy guys were giving it socks on the dancefloor. A hen party clad all in black took over one corner with some game that involved taking turns going into the middle of the circle, dropping down and then doing a crazy dance move of their choice. One dude (bless him) was dancing (on his own) like Take That circa Relight My Fire. Cringetastic.

[WARNING: do not make eye contact with anyone. Apparently it means that you want to have sex with them.]

I think The Purty Kitchen has potential. I think you need to go with a big group of people and have a lot of alcohol in your system.

Otherwise you’ll end up like me: leaning over the railings on the top floor, trying to spill Bulmers on top of people’s heads without getting caught.

On the plus side, their stamp is a little star. Deadly.

Watch: The Hills Season 4 promo (over and over and over…)

Drink: tea, always tea

Listen: I Hate Nightclubs - I Was A Cub Scout

you just wanna dance in your wreckless path

Pics from Cobrasnake

One thing that I cannot go a day without is mascara. I feel naked without it.
And it’s so hard to find a good one that doesn’t leave clumps or give you spider lashes or smudge easily.

Hi, I’m Lyndsay. And I’m a Maybelline addict. Every so often I’m tempted by others when friends insist they know better but I always go back to the good ole reliable pink n green tube of Great Lash.

So when I read on Fashionista that The Colossal (by Maybelline of course) was every bit as good as Dior Show Blackout, I screamed a little bit, and vowed to buy it straight after work.

I like it when I blink and my lashes almost reach my eyebrows. I went through a very brief phase of wearing false eyelashes but it was too much hassle everyday. So if a mascara can give me the look and feel of falsies, I’m sold.

Unfortunately, The Colossal doesn’t appear to be available in Ireland yet, *sob* so I settled on what seems to be the next best thing.

Maybelline Volum’ Express Turbo Boost.

But is it though???

Well it’s all right. It doesn’t work miracles and it doesn’t like up to its ‘5 times the volume’ promise. My lashes didn’t suddenly transform into the Shu Uemura-like ones I was hoping for. It’s certainly no where as good as Clinique High Impact but it doesn’t give you the spidery look of XXL. It’s…grand.







And yes, I DO need an eyebrow wax.

Woops! I was tagged to do this ages ago and am only getting around to it now… Sorry Rooney!

Six Random Things About Lovelydisco

1. I’m obsessed with The Hills and Laguna Beach
2. I get really sad when I see houses falling into disrepair
3. When I was three years old I wanted to be a nun. Shortly after I wanted to be a presenter on Bosco.
4. I couldn’t sleep for two weeks after seeing The Ring
5. I have ten All-Ireland dancing medals
6. I will never ever do the Lotto because I know if I do it once, I’ll have to do it every single week

Six Step Instructions

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each of the six know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment (on their blogs).
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

Six Tagged Blogs

1. Cheapskate Chic
2. Coffee & Cigarettes
3. SICK
4. A Side Order Of Style
5. A Spoonful of Sugar
6. Desperately Seeking Susan

stove burn on my hands

I’ve come to realise that disposable coffee cups lure me into a false sense of security.
I’m a lot less likely to spill hot coffee all over my hand when I’m carrying an uncovered cup.

Having said that, I like how Café Sol put a little sticker thing over the mouth of your cup so you don’t spill anything. Except for that one day where the barrista decided to just NOT give me one and I managed to scald my hand and stain my white blouse.


The girls over at SICK blogged about this back in April… I don’t care if it would reduce my carbon footprint, I’d still end up with coffee all over myself.

Y’know…

It’s my birthday in four months. If someone wants to buy me this dress, please, feel free to.



Oscar de la Renta strapless bubble cocktail dress - €2,823 from net-a-porter.com

I’d settle for this Philip Lim too…



€855 from net-a-porter.com

In other news, I’ve been hankering after this recently…



It’s a little bit Dolce&Gabbana


…might look awful on though. (It’s actually €22.90 here)

Either way a well-deserved trip to H&M is in order methinks…

Mean Girls…

“Have you ever walked up to people and realised they were just talking about you? Have you ever had it happen 50 times in a row?” Mean Girls

It’s a pretty shit feeling right?

It’s just as bad as people assuming you’re someone you’re not, all because of who your friends are or the ‘clique’ you’re part of. Tar? Brush? Uhm, no thanks.

Rain, rain, go away…

I love a good ole rainstorm on a Sunday, when I can be all bundled up indoors in front of the fire, listening to the rain with either a good book or a good film at hand, lots of tea and no reason for me to set foot outside.

On any other occasion, I detest the rain.

Summer ‘07 was by far the rainiest in my memory. I’ve no idea how many days I rolled into work looking like a drowned rat, or slipped my way down Grafton Street or sidestepped a puddle only to end up in an even bigger one.

I also went through five umbrellas in the space of four weeks. Note to everybody: Never spend more than €6 on an umbrella, especially not in Ireland. Just pop into Penneys. Sorted.

Last summer I also found myself wishing I didn’t have a thing against wellies.

Y’see, I grew up in Kerry. Wellies did not translate as rainboots. Oh no! Wellies screamed farmer. And I was no farmer, I’ll have you know.
But since puddles = wet shoes = wet socks = wet feet = sick Lyndsay, I eventually had to cave and get a pair. A white pair with red polka dots. A cute pair.

Nonetheless, I’ve only worn them twice and they sit forlornly in the corner of my bedroom, gathering dust.

Now the rain is back with vengeance and, after getting soaked from head to toe by two buses AND a car today, I’ve been stealing a glance every so often in their direction…

Hmmm…

What is all the fuss about…

Cory Kennedy?

I stumbled across this lil lady’s blog a while back and didn’t really take any notice. From what I could see she was just some chick who partied a lot and thought she was awesome.

Sometimes I like to perv on Cobrasnake’s party pics (purely to see what all the hip n cool scenesters are wearing and try to gauge just how coked out of it they are) when low and behold who’s the main attraction at some upcoming party? Yep, Cory Kennedy.

In an effort to avoid doing anything thesis-related, I decided it was time for me to actually find out who she is.

And guess what? SHE’S ONLY 18! Which is all well and good ‘cept she’s had supposed IT-girl status since she was 16 and all thanks to Mr Cobrasnake himself. The two even used to date (eeew).

Isn’t there something slightly endearing about her though? I think it’s mostly her age and the fact that she can only be heading somewhere disastrous (she was previously diagnosed as clinically depressed).

Most images taken from the Fashion Spot and I dunno where they got them from…

And they’re from her Myspace

Nylon call her their ‘favourite rascal’ and she’s currently the SS08 face of Urban Decay.

I don’t know why but she kinda reminds me of Cassie from Skins…

How to be famous for doing nothing

Claudia Kishi

Thanks to Ms Spinach and Pretty Legit for re-awakening the child in me and blogging about Claudia from the Babysitters Club.

I used to be obsessed with the TV show, watching it every single Saturday morning before my dance class. Then, at age 9, I discovered there were books… Obsession doesn’t even come close there…

Claudia was always my favourite, probably because she was the artsy one (all oversized tops, leggings and side-ponies) and used to have a stash of junk food hidden in her room (but I always felt like Stacey should have been my fav and that I was betraying her, what with her being from New York and having to move etc…).

Claudia was a bit of an inspiration too, as she was totally her own person. And, let’s be honest, she was just the teeniest bit ditzy too…

And yes Kristy, it WAS a great idea. Well done.