Update: November 22nd

It's hard to say exactly when it happened, but sometime mid july 20 Windsor Road was withdrawn from the market. It's taken me months to accept the fact that I may (emphasis on the may) never actually own it.

While feeling somewhat defeated, I got on with life. I traveled...to spain for a week. I restarted college. I finally obtained a healthy balance between work and play. Things were going well. my legs recovered after the quarry incident. I even had a few successful dates not involving scaling rock. In all honesty, things have probably never been better.

And then...last night...I had one of those ridiculously vivid dreams in which I won the euro millions. Like those dreams that are so real that your just appalled to wake up.

Now I know, and am taking it as a sign, that I am not to give up until I own 20 Windsor Road.

Any ideas? me neither.

xx

Update: June 10th

Whilst 20 Windsor Road remains on the market the harsh truth has hit me that I possibly, may not, recieve 2.5 million one euro donations in time. I've been participating in certain activities to distract me from the depression of never owning 20 Windsor Road.

Firstly, I went on a date. Well actually a 2nd date. I went rock-climbing. Things were going very well, as i sat next to a torso baring soldier on the edge of a quarry in Killiney. The views were the greatest I've ever seen of Dublin bay. As i sat there absoring both beautiful sights it occured to me that i could get used to this. There had been no previous spark between I and the soldier but after the 2nd date, who knew? things felt like they were picking up. Hopeful and trusting in my budding new relationship I got eqipped with a harness, very unflattering but at this stage I felt it was perhaps okay if soldier saw the true akward Cassie Delaney. I attempted to climb A QUARRY. a flat wall of solid rock on a swealtering hot day. I never led soldier to believe i was a successful climber. In fact, I distinctly informed soldier that at times my spaghetti arms lack the strength to opens doors, let alone hoist me up A QUARRY. But alas, like a fool, i tried. Honestly, I got about 3/4 of the way up THE QUARRY and died a little. I couldnt even feel my arms. I fell. I shouted up to soldier that I had enjoyed my experience but felt it was time to absail back down. I rock at this. I got to the bottom again and walked up to the top of the climb, which in itself is no walk in the park. It took a fair while, wrestling with bushels and twigs and strange foreigners. I finally returned to soldier, bleeding and scratched, red faced and out of breathe but proud that i had climbed three quaters of a quarry. I was becoming a new person, trying things i never before dreamed of, completing goals i never dreamed possible, enjoying dating people with completely different interests. I bid adue to soldier and hobbled back to my car, taking my time as the climb had me walking suspiciously like John Wayne. I climbed a quarry.

I never heard from soldier again.

Phased out because i was not a sufficiently successful climber.

A QUARRY!

apparently I DON'T have the full package, personality and charm just wont do unless you can shimmey up a wall of solid rock.

Cheers, soldier.

SO my first attempt at enjoying my summer without 20 windsor road has left me accutely aware of the fact that I am single, not attractive to soldiers and still living with mammy and daddy.

Sarah and I have started a book club. I wonder how this one will pan out.

to join the book club, donate a euro or hurl abuse email:

Cassandra.Lorraine@gmail.com

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My everest

Love,

John Wayne (Cassie)

xx

Idea #6: May 20th

We trade. Fair and square. One euro/yen/pound for an invite to my house warming. It could be better than a Corey Delaney swaray. 

xx

Why my first novel shall read Suck on This Gearoid

WE should have known it was going to be an epic night when it started by us being kidnapped by dublin bus and a run away driver who was pissed off after finding out he had lost his job because of the cut backs. Granted Neil and i saved ourselves by getting off at Dame street, but luckily freedom was not tainted by the loss of the rest of the crew. After a brief heart to heart with the crying fat woman, we were reunited in 21s. Funny enough, the cocktails we had previously decided to be our group favourite were on special at 5 euro all night (sex on the beach? yes please) 5 or 6 cocktails later who did we meet sure only COURTNEY LOVE outside in the smokin area. now even though didnt i pure compliment her, she was a pure bitch totally unsound like and didnt she go and steal my ferosh hat. As i began to get emotional we found Sheilas non gay friend Paul who vowed to find my hat and return it to me. Sheila and i, naturally, concluded that Courtney Love must be in the VIP area soo didnt we just walk in anyway. WELL, that didnt go down well at all, but i managed to take sheila away before she was seriously hopped on by a balding man or very butch woman. We then bumped into some writer who challenged me to a write off which i totally accepted because "not blowin my own trumpet like man, sure im like better than hemmingway" (i am not even close). After my ferosh hat had met the head of EVERYONE in 21s we decided to head to maccy d's. Enter Gearoid a young enthusiatic emigrant of Wexford with big eyes and even bigger dreams. After a turbulant start to a friendship "FYI gearoid, the way to my heart is 6 chciken nuggets" Gearoid blatantly BELITTLED my writing ability and doubted the success of my first novel which in my view "is totally in the bag man". So, a little worse for wear, offended and with quite a large scratch on my arm here i am, inspired. Today i begin my novel. Suck.On.This.Gearoid.

Idea #5: May 18th

One word. Pimp.

xx

Idea #4: May 13th

Funny story. SO perhaps it's because Adams website was fresh in my mind but coincidently I had my own dream in which i met the man (or men) of my dreams. I'm subsequently about to start my own website. www.themenofmydreams.com. If you recognise any of the following please contact me. 

Small, quite rotund and had a hearty laugh.

Tall and quawky. Quite funny though. not that good looking but enjoyable company none the less. 

Odd accent and seemed a bit drunk but phwoar...

Like I said, if you recognise any of em, just holla. 

Au revoir simone

xx

Idea #3: May 11th

I turn my dream house into a brothel

idea #2: May 11th

Last night after much internet stalking I got to IM Adam Joseph Pacitti. He's Lovely. I'd fancy him anyway. I don't want to force him into a marriage for my own personal gains. HE was very supportive of my venture however and did agree that I need to offer people something in return. So, for every one euro people are willing to donate to my 20 Windsor Road fund, I will invite that donar to my dream house for one cup of Lyons tea (the moet of tea). 

Adam..you can come anytime

Until tea, 

xx

Inspiration

"Making a million euro is a lot easier than you would think...first you make one euro and then repeat the process a million times"

Idea #1: May 10th 2009

I've heard of Adam Pacitti, a fellow blogger who is using the internet to literaly find the girl of his dreams. The only description he has of her is this biro scribbled portrait of her wearing black glasses. Adam has created quite a media stir

Well...

I wear glasses. I have dark hair. I don't believe I am Adams dream girl, but I do believe we could help eachother out. 

Adam...settle for me :D 

I can be your dream girl, and with the media attention that surrounds us getting together and the inevitable Ok! magazine deal...we can buy my house!

I'm off to myspace/bebo/email/facebook Adam.

xx

In the begining

"If two and a half million people gave me a euro, I'd be laughin"

On friday, in the lashings of Irish rain I went to my local news agents to play the euro millions. I literally, 100% believed I had it won. In the midsts of my mental millions spending spree, I came across 20 Windsor Road. The dream. My dream. The most incredible house I have ever seen. Alas, some lucky spanish woman won my fortune. Fair play to her, I do not begrudge, I wish her well. I hope she finds her dream villa or something. 20 Windsor Road however remains unsold. 

I am a 19 year old arts student. 20 Windsor Road is never going to be mine. A substancial career...being realistic...is really never going to be mine. I am the broke bohiemian. The beaten bourgeois. Until now, I have been unmotivated, unmoved and uninterested. SO I turn to blogger..not to beg (though donations would be graciously accepted) but to allow you to follow my long and winding road that will hopefully lead to 20 Windsor Road. My partner in crime, life-long friend Sheila Whelan and I have began compiling ideas on how to make 2.5 million euro. We watched Mad Money last night as research but as we work in a care home and not a federal bank we think robbery might be a bit dodge. We googled "Make me a Millionaire" but online got the hits of some canadian game show and we can't afford to fly there. I offered to make oragami frogs and sell them for a euro but i don't know if the markey would strech to 2.5 million people. We are both single though so if theres any lonely billionaires out there...

It's day one and the Windsor Road fund stands at €2.74. Wish me luck.