Back down south

After a year of being in boarding school/ expulsion, dealing with overtly methodist cunts, family drama and being told that failure at school with result in me being shunned in society and living off the dole, i felt like it was time for a much needed holiday. This summer i'm planning on absolutely bumming it and being a complete vagabond.

Vagabond: The act of leaving behind the orderly world to travel independently for an extended period of time. A deliberate way of living that makes freedom to travel possible

Just for a little while though.. I'll have my massive backpack, a cardboard sign and just enough money to buy the next round of beer. Couchsurfing, an acient ritual for the mysterious creature that is the Partyboy, will be my main method of shelter this summer, relying on the generosity of dirty students, beer pong enthusiasts and whoever else is up for a laugh.
I shall abandon my habbits of regular showers, proper meals and confirmed bedding to be substituted with beer and biscuits. Who better to do it with than fellow blogger, part-time mermaid and Partyboy Aoife?

love/hate/teenage angst from a small town..
Raya

Will Sing For Beer

i had one of 'those' days. i overslept, got hit in the face with a rugby ball and squirted an orange in my eye. not productive. also, skipping lessons to go the pub probably limits my prospects in life. maybe i'll just work in a shop and fall in love with a builder.

on a more pleasant note... i cannot wait for summer to start. under the cruel british school system im obliged to be totured by teachers for another month. no wonder i drown my sorrows at 10 in the morning. once im set free it is down to dublin i go, to be reunited with my lover, my mot, my soulmate, my eternal joy. aoife!

we're planning to be bums this summer. tramps, if you will, living off beer and couchsurfing. ahhh dream summer.

and also as a well-done-for-getting-expelled-and-getting-your-life-back-on-track-so-quickly-and-getting-a-job-at-a-greenpeace-office present, my mum is taking to Paris for a long weekend in September. yuss.

until then, i'll spend my days making friends with other failures in life at the pub and playing the Maccabees on ziggy my ukulele.

happy wednesday, Raya

SIDEKICK 4 GIRLS

I've been away for this easter break at my lovely old home Bahrain, a little island under the sun. We've had a bit of political trouble here over the past few months but thankfuly its all peace and love here again.
here's Bahrain:

I've catching up with old friends, and have met a load of cool new people who came to bahrain after i left and some of them have some cool stories to tell about donkeys in greece and getting their nose peirced by a prozzie in india!  A trip to bahrain is not complete without hitting up the oh so infamous Wranglers, full of $leazy bastards and pumpin' beats it's the best place to
1. get absolutetly destroyed
2. get perved on my old grenades
or 3. dance till dawn
plus its in walking distance on the beach!


beach-to-club outfit?

CHECK OUT THAT BIKINI TOP. WANTWANTWANT


Here may just be the most genius cover of Beirut's song Elephant Gun, done by the lovely artintheforest on youtube. check him out for more folky covers, seriously! plus he's a babe

peace, raya

Champagne Strawberries and Cream

Go outside. Breath in the clean fresh air and let the sun shine on your skin. 

Well, that is what I have been doing for the last week. Only 3 days of School and then a lovely trip to the west coast of ireland with almost my whole year, it was beautiful. 

Almost got a little bit burned today which is...for Ireland....too weird. Cleaned up my soul, listened to music, went shopping and constantly looked forward to the end of the week. Easter holidays, you are much needed. 

Even though its not gonna be the annual trip to Tuscany with my family this time...i cannot wait to see my friends, whip the cream, eat the strawberries and get drunk in the field at 11 AM.

I miss Aoife. I miss Raya. 

back@war

THE THREE TEA-AND-KRYPTONITE-ERS ARE REUNITED ONCE MORE
back from christmases with our families, new years with friends and into the blurred lights of dublin. as i type we are gathered getting ready for a night out. tonights outfits consist of crazy print trousers, suspenders, glitter and bright lipstick. and of course; what's a night with-out jelly shots?
oh
and body shots 'course.
i hope you're all having as good a night whatever you're doing. wrap up warm if you're going out. goose-pimples are not sexy. and if you're lucky enough to live in a southern-hemisphered country, well then whip out the shorts and party on the beach.

t&k's rules of going out
1. neon paint suits any occasion
2. fuck accesorize, GLITTERIZE
3. hobo-chic is the new black
4. down that cheap-ass beer
5. dance dance dance till you're dead

au revoir, raya,bene,aoife

Good girls go bad because bad boys don't treat them right

Christmas, as we know it, is over. At least that's how it feels. Tomorrow i'm heading to Dublin to see my friends and escape cabin fever. I'm on a no sugar diet so i plan on dispersing my selection box among the masses. I hope you all got what you wanted for Christmas, I haven't gotten anything yet. I've spent the last few lonely nights lurking the internet, finding lots of pretty pictures.
Here you go

Partyboys. 

Tsatziki and Calamari

So here i am, Benny, reporting from the absolute amazing holidays I had. Me and my family went to Crete for a week. It was amazing. We stayed in a beautiful hotel at the beach, and all I did was swimming in the sea, the pool, eating so much food and just relaxed. Of course we also saw bits of Crete, had two trips around the island and saw some archaelogical excavations because my family is like crazy about greek myths and all that stuff. Now i am back in cold Dublin, all alone in the boarding house, trying not to think about all the school stuff i missed, aargh. And because the Kettle was taken away from us I can't even enjoy the luxury of tea in our dorm. Russel, it is just not the same without you. That's all for now i will have a more detailed post later.