Monthly Archives: September, 2012

The things I did this summer


by Niamh Keoghan


This summer I started a dance party, camped at a festival, sat by a fire and listened to ghost stories in the dark. I realised that my body isn’t a remote detached thing and is in fact something I can take happiness from- I conquered my dread of the gym, wore shorts, hiked up a hill, used up an entire bottle of sunblock. I swam, I laughed.

I had a birthday with four of my dearest friends. I stayed up all night talking to someone at the party I hardly knew, I was disappointed in love but not as much as I was disappointed in myself for allowing it to happen. I swore myself off boys, I was lonely; I opened my own eyes to how silly both those feelings were.

I went running until my lungs nearly burst out of my chest and I started painting my nails. I watched Katie Taylor qualify for the Olympic semi final in the bar at the gym, cheering her on anxiously. I discovered that dresses look really good on me, I started tying up my hair again.

I slept all day, I stayed up all night. I baked a birthday cake with my best friend, I learned to cook, I was kissed by boys and found out that sometimes that isn’t a good thing. I bought a proper pair of runners, I saw tall ships, I walked along Dollymount strand with my mam, I drank Guinness and told stories and won a bag. I did a lot of growing; I stopped letting myself be used, I stopped letting myself be patronised. I swapped clothes with a boy.

I lost sleep over results and cried when they were alright. I decided that I want to go abroad, I thought my dearest friend was going to leave and wrote a heartfelt letter telling her all the things that I wanted to be said between us before she went; she decided not to go and I didn’t give her the letter.

The summer was long and I did a lot of things, but one thing I didn’t do-

I did NOT get sunburnt.


Niamh ‘factor 50 never fails’ Keoghan


A moment from the 1970s

It’s my brothers debs ball tomorrow, and tonight he’s escorting a girl to the debs of my former school, Manor House. When I went in 2010 I bought the first ball gown I tried on, my escort was the guitarist in my short lived band and we got an amazing limo.

The limo was gorgeous, a classy white hummer- not a crazy over the top one, a really nice one imported from America. The highlight of this was the limo driver who was lovely. ‘this isn’t a taxi, girls!’ he insisted.’this is your big night out, I’m here to make sure its perfect.’ far from the fussy drivers my friends cars had tapping their watches and sighing. Altogether I think we paid about a hundred euro each for the limo, which isnt, in the grand scheme of things a lot considering that it’s the only time I’m likely to be in a limo. But it contrasts nicely with my mums memory of her debs-

Well your Uncle was meant to pick us up in his car and drive us a bit of the way, but then he was late so I went out to the main road with my escort and we rang a taxi from the pay phone.

I just think thats kind of sweet. I love my Mam.



Niamh ‘Sure she didn’t lick it off the stones’ Keoghan

Late breaking ATTITUDE


Enclosed is photographic evidence of that one time I looked marvellously badass and intense.

Running on Seattle time or; the things I do when I should be sleeping.

(This song is a lot more up tempo than I remember… Am I remembering the nineties in slow motion?!)

My sleep pattern is absolutely and utterly FUCKED this time of year, there’s no two ways about it.  Between late nights, decadent lie ins, pumping it at the gym, lazing about the next day, baking and the internet it’s a wonder I sleep at all.  My pattern will fall back into place as soon as I start back at University because mercifully I’m in before midday every day but one- most people might call that unlucky but it’ll be a reason for me to actually roll out of bed nice and early each day.

I love mornings, I really do.  I like the quality of the light, I like the empty Maynooth commuter train and the packed DART I have to get into the city to catch it.  I like getting a fresh metro newpaper rather than a nasty old crumpled one and I like leaving the house just as the sun is BOOKING it over Dublin bay.

You wouldn't get it in America sure

It’s a bit of a BEAUT is what I’m saying

I’ve got commuting down to a fine art but that’s a blog post for next week- now, here are all the things I’ve been doing to amuse myself late at night when nobody else is online.

Eating at bad times

My current go-to complaint is my inability to lose weight despite my jogging, swimming and all around Teddy Roosevelt style badassery. I think the likely culprit keeping my tummy fat in place is my terrible habit of cooking and snacking late at night.  Yes it’s horrible for me and doesn’t help me  sleep but so help me GOD a ham and Cheese Sambo with mustard tastes so much better at 2AM with a mug of Tea

Do Beasts make sandwiches?

pictured- the greatest Ham and Cheese sambo known to man or beast

I’m becoming less awful at this; my no cooking after 11 rule is doing wonders but sometimes the batch loaf calls to me.

Organising my computers files like a boss

I think everybody has a favorite university lecturer for various reasons- Some people love the ones who are funny and easy to follow, some like the cantenkerous old bastards and others like the ones with lots of supports and notes online.  One of my lecturers is a legend in this regard- a week before semester starts and we get an email informing us every single week of our module is now online, with syllabus, readings and assignment information all available to be easily downloaded in beautiful, readable not-scanned PDF files… it was a thing of beauty, and it deserved a whole file on my laptop worthy of it’s glory.

I even put snarky names on all my lecture files

This whole thing took me about an hour and a half, the ultimate time wasting- it’s just about productive, but not productive enough to warrant all that time spent on it.  It’ll be handy later on when I’m weeping furious tears trying to decipher Arendt.  I even marked what my recommended readings are with an RR so I can skip them if I feel like it.  ALSO added to the parent folder is a link to my note taking program so I can note away to my heart’s content.  Champion.

Watch online Critics (and tweet at people)

I don’t even play video games much (You can rank me just below ‘Casual gamer’ in the ‘used to watch her brother play metal gear solid’ category) but when I can’t sleep I just watch episode after episode of Zero Punctuation and Angry Video Game Nerd.  There’s something about the AVGN and all the retro bleeps and bloops that soothes me, even if his writing can be a bit stilted and the swearing gets old.  Zero Punctuation is everything I want in a critic- succinct, merciless and utterly hilarious.  I’d say I’d love to be like him but I reckon he’d hate me if he knew me.  OH WELL.

I tweet a fuckload in the middle of the night- it’s the curse of having a smartphone- Twitter app is the go to site after the news sites stop updating for the night.  I usually end up in long twitter chats with Simon, who is massive sluuuuuuuuh (Unless he’s reading this in which case luv u baiibez <3)

Attempt to Stream TV shows

Before they shut down Megavideo that is… RIP

Do any of you get this busy late at night? (Not like that, shush)  Maybe I’m just doomed to forever be a solitary night owl, the watcher woman of the darkness who keeps a beady eye on the horizon, waiting for the sun.  That whole thing would be a lot more poetic if I didn’t have regular 6AM starts because of my commute.  Fuck.


Niamh ‘Gonna wait til the midnight hour’ Keoghan