In 25 hours, I'll be an adult. Is that what happens? Wake up on the day and feel free? Or very confused?
I've spent a bit of this evening that I was supposed to be spending doing homework, thinking about all the stuff that's happened since my last birthday. It's a lot of stuff. Like I don't even know where to start.
Like this time last year, I had only just heard of Lemon Demon, and was this close *gestures very small amount* to injecting Word Disassociation directly into my veins. This time last year, I barely knew about vlogging, content to watch No Place Like Home on a loop. If you had told me that whataboutadam *squee* would know who I was, I'd dismiss you as utterly ridiculous.
In the last year, I've completely changed my life. I've made some amazing friends. And I've kept some other amazing friends too. I've failed a proper exam. I became a Nerdfighter. I threw a scandalous free gaff. I went to a YouTube gathering, where so much awesome had never before been in one place. I forgot to breathe just because I was listening to music. I survived without a laptop for 2 and half months. I got so drunk I remember almost nothing of the evening. I fell in love. I got myself out of it (I hope). I've gotten served without parents. I met the Mighty Boosh, and Noel Fielding kissed me on the cheek. I got detention for the first time ever. I've had 2 half-songs written for me. I've seen the ultimate injustice of someone who's 6'7 go for someone who's 5'10. I have to date, 114 subscribers, which is totally ridiculous, cos my videos (bar a few) are completely terrible. I got skinny. And then unskinny again. I had a kickass 18th birthday party. I found out what the game was. I lost the game. A lot. Someone who used to be one of my best friends, is not anymore. I've stayed up all night to see the sunrise. I've stayed up all night to finish an essay. I started a blog. And another, then sorted it out again. I have a new found respect for goths. I've discovered that wine and msn do not mix. And that you pay for it the next day. I'm solely responsible for fourth years doing a dance to a song by Titus Jones. I got 2 of my photos onto the Gonzaga Prebs tickets, which is pretty cool. I met whataboutadam, outside a gathering context, and that's still awesome, even if you weren't a fangirl. I've spent nearly the whole day in Starbucks with people I barely knew and had one of the best days ever. I've done a lot of stalking.
And I think I've had the best year ever. Only cos I can't really remember individual years from when I was small, presumably they had less angst.
I actually cannot remember what it was like when I didn't have YouTube as a big part of my life. When all my friends were IRL friends. When YouTube was just for Neil, Ryan, Max & Co.'s videos, or before that, when it was just for funny morning after videos, or before that when it was Phoenix Production videos, or before that when it didn't even matter. How could it ever not have mattered? How is that even possible?? It's my niche. It's where I go. Where I fit. I like music but can't make any myself, I like acting, but I'm not that good, I like knowing things but hate learning them. They don't work for me as well as YouTube does. It's my place. Even just as a fangirl watching other people's videos and being awestruck and starstruck and very excited when I get mentioned in Blogtv shows, let alone opped. When I finally get round to editing and make a good video, and upload it, I can actually like something I've done. Cos of YouTube, I've gone into town knowing 4 or 5 people, and came out with new friends. It's amazing and I love it and it's changed my life.
And I assume I don't need to tell non-youtubers that they're awesome too? Y'all put up with an awful lot of crap, particularly if you read this, and you know I love you all. Some more than others maybe, but I still do. And I know that this year is being a bit mental, with everybody growing up in themselves, and stress and tension levels are running so high, but it's our last year as we are. And I know that's more welcome to some than others, but we'll be in college. Different colleges more to the point, and we'll divide, and spread out, maybe stay in contact, maybe not. All I know is that if I do go to Belfast, I'll miss all of you so much. I mean if I miss people from my house, just cos I don't see people properly enough, you know I'll miss you from there. And we won't remember the annoying bits. We won't remember the little mannerisms so-and-so had that would drive us insane. We'll look back on the idealised version. And, I don't know about you, but they'll be awesome memories for me. So you're all amazing and I love you. And I'm not drunk, just tired and sentimental, I swear.
23 hours 37 minutes til I'm 18.
Jebus.
And I got 3 hours sleep last night, although it was a fairly awesome Blogtv show, so worth it.
Ok I'm going to sleep.
No work done, what's new.
<3
Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
A Rant
I have cried, just a bit, but enough to get me angry, because a guy I know has taken up poi. Now having assumed you just looked at the link provided, you will see that it is simultaneously dangerous and sexy (à la driving very fast down Italian country roads at night) and THE MOST RIDICULOUSLY FUCKING STUPID THING I'VE EVER HEARD OF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*ahem* I cried because what if he gets hurt???? He hasn't gotten his fire ones yet, and is on LED ones for practice, which from the photos look very cool, but on one of the most recent occasions, in his words: "the poi fell to the ground cause i nailed myself in the mouth...ouch"
Ouch in-fucking-deed. Who does that as a hobby??? And he was saying I sounded like his mother, but in that case, I agree with his mother, it's dangerous and stupid and he'll get hurt and I can't have that happen!! I mean what if that falling poi the other day had been ON FIRE??? What then?? Ouch. Jesus. I mean. Like. For fucks sake!!!!
He is literally playing with fire. I mean Jesus. Do you need to say any more than that?? He is enacting a metaphor for something you're not supposed to do!!! Stupid boy. I mean honestly. Why is he doing this to me? This is ridiculous childish behaviour and I won't have it!!!
*watches video again*
Ok, it is quite cool..
Still not safe!!!! Bad and dangerous and scary and unsafe and cool-wait what's that word doing there? Shoo! None of your pro-poi madness here!!!
See this is what happens, no blogs for months then many at once.
Sucks to be my homework=/
*ahem* I cried because what if he gets hurt???? He hasn't gotten his fire ones yet, and is on LED ones for practice, which from the photos look very cool, but on one of the most recent occasions, in his words: "the poi fell to the ground cause i nailed myself in the mouth...ouch"
Ouch in-fucking-deed. Who does that as a hobby??? And he was saying I sounded like his mother, but in that case, I agree with his mother, it's dangerous and stupid and he'll get hurt and I can't have that happen!! I mean what if that falling poi the other day had been ON FIRE??? What then?? Ouch. Jesus. I mean. Like. For fucks sake!!!!
He is literally playing with fire. I mean Jesus. Do you need to say any more than that?? He is enacting a metaphor for something you're not supposed to do!!! Stupid boy. I mean honestly. Why is he doing this to me? This is ridiculous childish behaviour and I won't have it!!!
*watches video again*
Ok, it is quite cool..
Still not safe!!!! Bad and dangerous and scary and unsafe and cool-wait what's that word doing there? Shoo! None of your pro-poi madness here!!!
See this is what happens, no blogs for months then many at once.
Sucks to be my homework=/
Yep yep yep yep yep
That's a nice positive title.
I should really blog soon. Everybody else has been so good with the bloggage, and after endlessly arsing about with mine and getting it back down to 2, one pure blog, one pure quotes, I just haven't bothered.
And I don't know why, it's not like there hasn't been enough to blog about (eg. my awesome awesome 18th - thank you peoples who came and made it awesome, if it weren't for you, I would have been in a nice dress, with good music, getting drunk with my sister; the whole Funday Fiasco, capital F, capital F; true love conquering all; being sick; prebs and all the scandal that entailed, for there was much; how 2 of our most spinstery teachers spent a Friday evening watching my videos and then proceeded to gossip about it in the office, and about how disgraceful and inappropriate it is, despite the fact that it's none of their fucking business what I do in my free time, and I won't name them, but I think you can guess who has no life enough to while away a Friday evening watching a 6th year who isn't even in any of their classes on the innternet; how much work I have to do and no way I can do it; how I am completely incapable of work at all etc etc etc) but I just chose not to.
And if you could get through that garbled parenthesis, then you deserve my love.. though if you're reading this, you probably already have it, so just have some more, and sit quietly on the edge 'til I've taught the newbies the steps and I can do something more complex with you. Anyone remember that from their youths? Oh to be advanced enough to sit on the edge while the retards learned the basics of whatever it was we were doing. The feeling of utter superiority to be one of the handful up against the wall watching them. Childhood. Good times.
I think my ipod knows I'm blogging. I don't like bouncy types when I blog, it's distracting, and I'm normally not in the mood to hear it when I do. I've done well to avoid that sort of carry-on so far this year. Well ish. A few minor hiccups, but in the main I'm not as unhappy as I was last year. That could also be to do with the fact that I'm eating properly this year. Well I say properly, not healthily or anything, just crap when I want it basically. Like the cookies. Sweet mother the cookies! They're beautiful!! I don't know why I'm surprised, considering their kitchen of origin, but still. I brought in 6 this morning, 3 for breakfast, 3 for break. Or 4 for breakfast, 2 for break, I'm weak. Seriously, how in God's name did I do controlled eating for a month and a half???? And how can I get back into it after Christmas??
No eating between January whatever-th, when we get back to school til St. Patrick's Day. And we all know the reason why.. well nobody wants a fat fangirl;)
I mean, I'm scary enough as it is, all loud and huge, there's no need to add any unnesscessary unpleasantries. Besides I'm going to explode, I don't want to leave a big heavy corpse behind, that's just rude.
And I know this is of no interest to anyone at all, but over the summer I got into writing in my diary (most beautiful oldy worldy book with some extract from "La Chasse" embossed on the cover, and Mozart's signature on the foldy over bit. You know those notebooks with the foldy over bit of cover? Yeah it's one of those. Paperblanks. That's the one.) about whatever I felt like, in a most glorious free and easy way. This person's name here, that person's name there, the exact cause of my woe here, that's person's effect there, it was wonderful, not the guarded, third person, no mention of anything concrete, style thing I have to use here cos of people I know (all 3, 4 of you?) who read this. I mean I love you and all, but that doesn't mean I'm going to tell you anything about me. Like really about me. Or is it about really me? Or just the real me?
You'd think it would get a bit strange to be someone to everybody else, and be someone else on the inside. But I like the me I've set up on the outside, it's bearable, people seem to like it, and it's not like it's fake or anything, it's just a very particular type of me. People me, if you will. I'm sure loads of people do this, it's not just me, I'm not that special, or interesting.
Oh well I've got to put my family face on and go down for Thanksgiving dinner. I can't even begin to explain. I wearing my dress for Paddy's in case your interested. Even if it is a bit summery;)
<3
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Oldish Posts From Elsewhere
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Oi! You! *looks around*
This isn't Bray....?
Yeah I've started a new blog=)
Well I had another one, if you're here I presume you know where it was, but it was a mix of quotes and funtimes and actual blog, and I've decided to separate them, for convenience's sake.
So the old blog address is for quotes only, and this is for blogs only, get it? =D
Also, I didn't really like having a blog that wasn't under my name, and I like to be consistant.
I'd hate if somebody else started a blog with my name. "Give me my name back you hooligan!!!" I'd say, "If you have my name I'll have to take your puppy!!!"
I wouldn't do anything to the puppy, I'd give it a good home. It'd be nice for Ringo to have a friend. It would also mean he'd have to be the grown up, that would be hilarious. Ringo is my dog, by the way. I'm his favourite cos I never give out to him, which is an excellent example of what a bad parent I'll be. Well that and children hate me, and I don't really get them..
Rambling ftw!
So yes off I go, must edit.. dear procrastination, how I love thee..
Monday, October 13, 2008
Egad
I hate yoga. It makes my body cry. Stupid plank. "Use the strength in your arms.." I DON'T HAVE ANY STRENGTH IN MY ARMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Write a personal essay on the idealism and passions of youth"Is that really the sort of thing you want to write about to your English teacher? Seriously? The passions of youth? Well it's that or The Modern Shopping Centre. I haven't been in the modern shopping centre in weeks, so I'm hardly one to judge on that really...
*Simon is not bi*
There. I think that's everywhere now.
Lalala. There was something else I wanted to say, but I can't remember it now.
I'm well tired. And no essay done.
What a stupid title!!! And I can't make sense at all it's completely impossible.
I mean honestly, where do you start with a title like that???????
Grrrr.......
Monday, October 20, 2008
My Head Hurts...
It's the middle of the night. I have school in the morning. I have none of the work done for tomorrow that I need. I'm wrecked. I'm hungry. And of course, it is a Sunday.
Takes you back doesn't it? Well not if you haven't read all my blogs on the old place, but if you have boy howdy are you in for a treat!
Or are you?
I'm so tired.
I wanted to rant about how things are exactly the same even though they're completely different, my own stupidity, how the universe dislikes me, and I had a bone to pick with a Mr Standard Jesus, re one of his later blog entries.
And I have the most to say on that so I suppose I'll start there. So presumably you (reader) also read Daire's blog, but if you don't, it's here. In one of his later blogs, which is rather deep and philosophical, he says this:
Think about it, how do you know this isn't all in your mind? You can't seewhat other people are thinking or if they actually have any control overtheir actions.
And at first, cos I was in one of my emo, nobody understands me type of moods I was like that's an interesting point, I finished reading and went to sleep. Or attempted to. But the more I thought about it and mulled it over, the more I came to find that I *respectfully* disagree. If it's true, then that means I am a figment of Daire's imagination, as are you reader, provided he knows you, otherwise you don't actually exist. If I'm made up then I don't have my own life, I'm not thinking my own thoughts, I'm not sitting here disagreeing. I'm tucked away in storage or something til I need to be brought out for a video or a party or something. He(/you, assuming you're still reading and not gone off in an angry "this isn't what I meant at all!" huff) couldn't possibly have just thought me up, cos there's a lot, understandably, that people, not just the imaginator himself don't know about me, which sounds pretentious and annoying but it's true.
And you could try and turn it around and say that he's only saying that in my dream world, and I actually invented all of you, which therefore makes me the lonliest person in the world. Because I'm the only person in the world, and everyone else is here, for what, my amusement? Oh yeah, I felt like there were too many people, so I caused that earthquake a while back.. and remember 9/11 in those buildings I had previously never known existed? Yeah that was me when I was 10, just looking for something to do. It's so ridiculous. So now all the kids in Calcutta and the stupid first years with their Hope bars, that me too? All the sick people and the homeless people and everybody worse off than me, that's all my fault.
And of course, there's me, I don't like to make things easy on myself. Oh no, there'll be none of that now. And I know I have it much better than most, but of course I only have myself to thank for that. But still, why make sure I can't sleep when I ought to, or plan tests I'll never study for, or invent characters solely designed to annoy me. Nor would I choose to hurt the people I love, or the supposed people I love. And if I did I would be able to respond properly, which is a whole other topic of ridiculousness that I have no intention of getting into now or for a great deal of time.
I don't want to be the only person in the world. I love the holograms of friends I have created for myself. I don't want them to be made up, they can't be. Like the people I know have their own lives, and thoughts, and they must know what they're doing cos a lot of the time I sure as hell don't.
I'm talking to Chris, and he has made me lose complete interest in this..What I was trying to get across very badly is, it's not a dream, people are real other people, and I can blame the universe for my "misfortune" (meaning things like I'm missing the Boosh again, and at the same time missing Todd and Dave from Blue Skies in Dublin, because I was very bold in a past life).
Yes, and D I know you say other things in your blog, but that's the one I noticed and that's the one I had the rant about.
Now. Project for Life:
Have some life experiences.
Night all x
Monday, November 3, 2008
Typical
You know the way things were fairly complicated/annoying, but it was ok, not because it was good, but cos it's not as bad as it has been/could be?
And you know the way the universe doesn't really like me all that much?
Can you honestly not see where this is going?
Mmhmm.. just another Sunday night at the madhouse that is my mind.
I mean honestly, why does this have to happen? Is it really appropriate? No. It's not. I should be studying and learning and all that sort of thing. There should be none of this nonsense.
And now I can't sleep. Again. What is the point of going away and doing no work and sleeping all the time making these great plans to be rested all the time if I use it all up in the first 2 days??
I might as well go give it another go... if I'm not back.. well then I'm not..
Silver lining much?
Got called pretty numerous times. Gotta love having the laptop back for some things.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Just Felt Like Sharing the Love..
A comment I left for horrible Christian girl, as a reply to her inane comment on Baby Darragh's bebo.
"Very mature.. what are you like 12??
Do you really think God would approve of you going around calling people twats? Seriously? That's very Christian of you, aren't you guys supposed to be like happy kind people?Calling people twats and pricks isn't exactly the sort of thing that will get you into His good books.
And if you like men to be chauvinistic then surely Russell Brand is a prime example? I mean yes he's a perfectly lovely guy, who just has a lot of issues, but if you can pretend that he goes through all those women cos he has no respect for them instead of having an addiction, then he's got to be like the ideal guy for you doesn't he?
But seriously, if I were you, I'd back the hell off my friend, what with the whole you being a complete psycho randomer and all that, cos that's not good karma to be sending out, if you get me.
Think about it... what would Jesus do?
See you in Hell,
Best Wishes,
Lisa
..tard.. "
Go leave hate for this girl, she's well mean:
http://www.bebo.com/LucyS0895
Wooo! You mess with my chickies, you mess with me.
The Youtube Community is like the Mafia, only wider-spread<3
EDIT: She replied "ok no worries x"
Seriously???
Oi! You! *looks around*
This isn't Bray....?
Yeah I've started a new blog=)
Well I had another one, if you're here I presume you know where it was, but it was a mix of quotes and funtimes and actual blog, and I've decided to separate them, for convenience's sake.
So the old blog address is for quotes only, and this is for blogs only, get it? =D
Also, I didn't really like having a blog that wasn't under my name, and I like to be consistant.
I'd hate if somebody else started a blog with my name. "Give me my name back you hooligan!!!" I'd say, "If you have my name I'll have to take your puppy!!!"
I wouldn't do anything to the puppy, I'd give it a good home. It'd be nice for Ringo to have a friend. It would also mean he'd have to be the grown up, that would be hilarious. Ringo is my dog, by the way. I'm his favourite cos I never give out to him, which is an excellent example of what a bad parent I'll be. Well that and children hate me, and I don't really get them..
Rambling ftw!
So yes off I go, must edit.. dear procrastination, how I love thee..
Monday, October 13, 2008
Egad
I hate yoga. It makes my body cry. Stupid plank. "Use the strength in your arms.." I DON'T HAVE ANY STRENGTH IN MY ARMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Write a personal essay on the idealism and passions of youth"Is that really the sort of thing you want to write about to your English teacher? Seriously? The passions of youth? Well it's that or The Modern Shopping Centre. I haven't been in the modern shopping centre in weeks, so I'm hardly one to judge on that really...
*Simon is not bi*
There. I think that's everywhere now.
Lalala. There was something else I wanted to say, but I can't remember it now.
I'm well tired. And no essay done.
What a stupid title!!! And I can't make sense at all it's completely impossible.
I mean honestly, where do you start with a title like that???????
Grrrr.......
Monday, October 20, 2008
My Head Hurts...
It's the middle of the night. I have school in the morning. I have none of the work done for tomorrow that I need. I'm wrecked. I'm hungry. And of course, it is a Sunday.
Takes you back doesn't it? Well not if you haven't read all my blogs on the old place, but if you have boy howdy are you in for a treat!
Or are you?
I'm so tired.
I wanted to rant about how things are exactly the same even though they're completely different, my own stupidity, how the universe dislikes me, and I had a bone to pick with a Mr Standard Jesus, re one of his later blog entries.
And I have the most to say on that so I suppose I'll start there. So presumably you (reader) also read Daire's blog, but if you don't, it's here. In one of his later blogs, which is rather deep and philosophical, he says this:
Think about it, how do you know this isn't all in your mind? You can't seewhat other people are thinking or if they actually have any control overtheir actions.
And at first, cos I was in one of my emo, nobody understands me type of moods I was like that's an interesting point, I finished reading and went to sleep. Or attempted to. But the more I thought about it and mulled it over, the more I came to find that I *respectfully* disagree. If it's true, then that means I am a figment of Daire's imagination, as are you reader, provided he knows you, otherwise you don't actually exist. If I'm made up then I don't have my own life, I'm not thinking my own thoughts, I'm not sitting here disagreeing. I'm tucked away in storage or something til I need to be brought out for a video or a party or something. He(/you, assuming you're still reading and not gone off in an angry "this isn't what I meant at all!" huff) couldn't possibly have just thought me up, cos there's a lot, understandably, that people, not just the imaginator himself don't know about me, which sounds pretentious and annoying but it's true.
And you could try and turn it around and say that he's only saying that in my dream world, and I actually invented all of you, which therefore makes me the lonliest person in the world. Because I'm the only person in the world, and everyone else is here, for what, my amusement? Oh yeah, I felt like there were too many people, so I caused that earthquake a while back.. and remember 9/11 in those buildings I had previously never known existed? Yeah that was me when I was 10, just looking for something to do. It's so ridiculous. So now all the kids in Calcutta and the stupid first years with their Hope bars, that me too? All the sick people and the homeless people and everybody worse off than me, that's all my fault.
And of course, there's me, I don't like to make things easy on myself. Oh no, there'll be none of that now. And I know I have it much better than most, but of course I only have myself to thank for that. But still, why make sure I can't sleep when I ought to, or plan tests I'll never study for, or invent characters solely designed to annoy me. Nor would I choose to hurt the people I love, or the supposed people I love. And if I did I would be able to respond properly, which is a whole other topic of ridiculousness that I have no intention of getting into now or for a great deal of time.
I don't want to be the only person in the world. I love the holograms of friends I have created for myself. I don't want them to be made up, they can't be. Like the people I know have their own lives, and thoughts, and they must know what they're doing cos a lot of the time I sure as hell don't.
I'm talking to Chris, and he has made me lose complete interest in this..What I was trying to get across very badly is, it's not a dream, people are real other people, and I can blame the universe for my "misfortune" (meaning things like I'm missing the Boosh again, and at the same time missing Todd and Dave from Blue Skies in Dublin, because I was very bold in a past life).
Yes, and D I know you say other things in your blog, but that's the one I noticed and that's the one I had the rant about.
Now. Project for Life:
Have some life experiences.
Night all x
Monday, November 3, 2008
Typical
You know the way things were fairly complicated/annoying, but it was ok, not because it was good, but cos it's not as bad as it has been/could be?
And you know the way the universe doesn't really like me all that much?
Can you honestly not see where this is going?
Mmhmm.. just another Sunday night at the madhouse that is my mind.
I mean honestly, why does this have to happen? Is it really appropriate? No. It's not. I should be studying and learning and all that sort of thing. There should be none of this nonsense.
And now I can't sleep. Again. What is the point of going away and doing no work and sleeping all the time making these great plans to be rested all the time if I use it all up in the first 2 days??
I might as well go give it another go... if I'm not back.. well then I'm not..
Silver lining much?
Got called pretty numerous times. Gotta love having the laptop back for some things.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Just Felt Like Sharing the Love..
A comment I left for horrible Christian girl, as a reply to her inane comment on Baby Darragh's bebo.
"Very mature.. what are you like 12??
Do you really think God would approve of you going around calling people twats? Seriously? That's very Christian of you, aren't you guys supposed to be like happy kind people?Calling people twats and pricks isn't exactly the sort of thing that will get you into His good books.
And if you like men to be chauvinistic then surely Russell Brand is a prime example? I mean yes he's a perfectly lovely guy, who just has a lot of issues, but if you can pretend that he goes through all those women cos he has no respect for them instead of having an addiction, then he's got to be like the ideal guy for you doesn't he?
But seriously, if I were you, I'd back the hell off my friend, what with the whole you being a complete psycho randomer and all that, cos that's not good karma to be sending out, if you get me.
Think about it... what would Jesus do?
See you in Hell,
Best Wishes,
Lisa
..tard.. "
Go leave hate for this girl, she's well mean:
http://www.bebo.com/LucyS0895
Wooo! You mess with my chickies, you mess with me.
The Youtube Community is like the Mafia, only wider-spread<3
EDIT: She replied "ok no worries x"
Seriously???
Yes yes I know
Right, well I went through this blog and realised that it was actually more blog than quotes, which means it's rude to ask the blogs to move. So now there is pure quotage at: http://quotebookitbetch.blogspot.com
Not interspersed with any angstyness or anything. Yay!
Not interspersed with any angstyness or anything. Yay!
Friday, September 12, 2008
No time...
I am babysitting.
I am on the mother of the babysat children's laptop. Yes it's stealing or whatever but it's not hurting anyone. Except me. I'm crouched like a criminal ready to close windows and slam it shut at a moment's notice.
I MISS BLOGGING!!!!!!!!
Just read my English essay from the summer exam, which was essentially a blog in the third person, with no need to guard anything, cos Ms Daly doesn't know anything! Yay! So all I had to do was change names, with which I was not terribly creative, my name was Lauren, for example. And twas fairly a relief cos I didn't have to be all cryptic and vague cos the people I was writing about wouldn't be reading it and/or be told by their friends who were.
This theme recurred when I bought the most fabby diary whilst in Toronto, and I could use actual names. And joy of joys full on complain. Cos that was filtered what were here before=D
I know, it's amazing.
My back hurts. And any time a car goes past I freak a little.
I WANT MY LAPTOP BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The "man" fixed it. And it was all fine. Then it crashed again. It's been sent off to the manufacturers.
I've lost too much to start talking about now.
8 mins of battery.
Byeeeee!!!
I am on the mother of the babysat children's laptop. Yes it's stealing or whatever but it's not hurting anyone. Except me. I'm crouched like a criminal ready to close windows and slam it shut at a moment's notice.
I MISS BLOGGING!!!!!!!!
Just read my English essay from the summer exam, which was essentially a blog in the third person, with no need to guard anything, cos Ms Daly doesn't know anything! Yay! So all I had to do was change names, with which I was not terribly creative, my name was Lauren, for example. And twas fairly a relief cos I didn't have to be all cryptic and vague cos the people I was writing about wouldn't be reading it and/or be told by their friends who were.
This theme recurred when I bought the most fabby diary whilst in Toronto, and I could use actual names. And joy of joys full on complain. Cos that was filtered what were here before=D
I know, it's amazing.
My back hurts. And any time a car goes past I freak a little.
I WANT MY LAPTOP BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The "man" fixed it. And it was all fine. Then it crashed again. It's been sent off to the manufacturers.
I've lost too much to start talking about now.
8 mins of battery.
Byeeeee!!!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Back..
Hello my ducklings! I am back! Rejoice! By order of me! Rejoice! Happier! Stop frowning you!
I'm slightly manic. I am back from Canadia and slept for pretty much the whole of today, as 36 hours sin sleep will do. And I'm starving cos it's supposed to be dinner time now, even though I had dinner already, but that was more a late lunch cos nobody except me wanted lunch when we got home and therefore I wasnt allowed eat. Cos my family are fascists like that.
I bought the most gooooorgeous oldy worldy diary in Indigo (my favourite shop in the Eaton Centre, cos I bought nine, yes nine books there, and a week planner cos it was cute, and I had to hold myself back from getting more, but they didn't have Looking for Alaska which is just gay, and they only had 2 Abundance of Katherines, which is also gay, but I also got me a stack of Maureen Johnson books, they look well good... this is a very long parenthesis..) But yes the point of that is I'll be using it (however infrequently) as a diary over the summer, as I obviously won't have full time internet access for bloggage, so I'm going to write them down and blog them later, or else stuff that I can't blog about, cos people read this or whatever.
I'm tired. Tiredness blows things out of proportions.
But this is like a bad dream.
That's how sad I am, I have youtube-based bad dreams.
Also the fact that nobody is taking this as seriously as I am.
It IS serious. It IS.
Fuck.
I'm slightly manic. I am back from Canadia and slept for pretty much the whole of today, as 36 hours sin sleep will do. And I'm starving cos it's supposed to be dinner time now, even though I had dinner already, but that was more a late lunch cos nobody except me wanted lunch when we got home and therefore I wasnt allowed eat. Cos my family are fascists like that.
I bought the most gooooorgeous oldy worldy diary in Indigo (my favourite shop in the Eaton Centre, cos I bought nine, yes nine books there, and a week planner cos it was cute, and I had to hold myself back from getting more, but they didn't have Looking for Alaska which is just gay, and they only had 2 Abundance of Katherines, which is also gay, but I also got me a stack of Maureen Johnson books, they look well good... this is a very long parenthesis..) But yes the point of that is I'll be using it (however infrequently) as a diary over the summer, as I obviously won't have full time internet access for bloggage, so I'm going to write them down and blog them later, or else stuff that I can't blog about, cos people read this or whatever.
I'm tired. Tiredness blows things out of proportions.
But this is like a bad dream.
That's how sad I am, I have youtube-based bad dreams.
Also the fact that nobody is taking this as seriously as I am.
It IS serious. It IS.
Fuck.
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Friend Zone
Do welcome back your reigning empress, Roast Beef!
It's lovely to be back, it's been a while, cos I went through a phase of giving up didn't I? Whyever would I want to do that? This is much better.
Made all the more special by the fact that's it's in and around the one year anniversary of the beginnings of the joy that is Roast Beef. Oh you have to love summer alright.
It's lovely to be back, it's been a while, cos I went through a phase of giving up didn't I? Whyever would I want to do that? This is much better.
Made all the more special by the fact that's it's in and around the one year anniversary of the beginnings of the joy that is Roast Beef. Oh you have to love summer alright.
=(
Feel sad. You know why? Cos I'm listening to the 18th playlist. Cos I'm like that. You know what it does? Makes me miss everyone even those still here. Cos I haven't seen people in aaages. And now I won't. Well one week. Saturday, Sunday, Monday. I have to see you, yes you, reader, as you must know me if you're reading, I have to see you on one of those days. Or all of those days if possible.
And I reeeeeeeeeeally need a hug right now.
And I reeeeeeeeeeally need a hug right now.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Free Advertising
I've been writing listen to VLR on all my notes and spending them, do let me know if you find any of them=D
Saturday, June 14, 2008
No I haven't gone to bed yet
I was going to, but got distracted sorting out my inbox.
And what I noticed, is that Charlie got together the fiveawesomeguys, and he's on Tuesdays, and Daire got us together, and he's on Tuesdays!
Coincidence?
Hey! That's joincidence with a c!
And what I noticed, is that Charlie got together the fiveawesomeguys, and he's on Tuesdays, and Daire got us together, and he's on Tuesdays!
Coincidence?
Hey! That's joincidence with a c!
*think of a title for this and you get a hug*
In the last 2 weeks (which I would like to point out has been one of the longest 2 weeks ever) I have cried 6 times because I miss people, and nearly cried 7 times, 2 of those times on the luas.
This is not good. I'm sad pretty much all the time, and have found myself losing my love of youtube somewhat, and reverting to the stress-free, work-free, lack of friends online-free world of the sims, where I can immerse myself into the worlds of the families I haven't seen in a year, and have lots of exciting plans for. And by exciting I mean, babies, death, divorce, emos, more babies, holidays, and inevitably more death.
I haven't played the sims in so long for 2 main reasons. I can't pretend to be doing homework with the sims on the screen, and then when I could have been playing it, I chose the internet, because why play the sims when you could be on youtube? Well sometimes I don't want to be on youtube. And it's a bit of an alien concept, considering the last 5 months or so. This is clearly the obsession easing.
I wouldn't mind so much if it didn't happen to be easing at the same time as my social life (not that it had been up to much, what with exams and whatnot) but it is and it sucks.
And what's more, with a huge proportion of our friends gone, the people left are getting very concentrated doses of each other. And we're driving each other insane. Literally. We're the same people at work, we're the same people meeting for lunch, we're the same people we go out with in the evening, we're the same people online at night. So it's understandable that we're finding each other irritating. I know people are definitely finding me irritating, how could you not? But it's the lack of dilution to the group that's the most frustrating. Normally, if one found someone irritating, as is perfectly natural, one can cool off, and hang out with some other people til they relax and can get back to being friends without having a huge fight and ruining everything. But our problem is there are no other people!!
And I miss you!!!!!!!! This isn't funny! I have nothing better to do but dwell on my missing you, and play the sims, and make a vlog, and dwell some more, cos now I'm finished supervising (thank god).
And April threw a handful of sugar at me this evening and it's still all in my hair, and my scalp is all grainy, like when I come back from Papagayo on a windy day and my head is full of sand. Except it's full of sugar.
Just spent the last 3 minutes with the heels of my hands pressed into my admittedly rather crispy eyes. Too much time looking at the screen. Should probably go back to bed. I've been doing this. Going to bed, not sleeping, getting up again and going on my laptop.
Also now like half my music is a no-go area without making me sad, because while I'm pretty sure every person I know has at least one song on my ipod that reminds me of them, few people have 150
=P
Yeah I'm going to bed.
Guarantee you in 15 minutes I'll be back up playing the sims.
Just yawned.. maybe not..
This is not good. I'm sad pretty much all the time, and have found myself losing my love of youtube somewhat, and reverting to the stress-free, work-free, lack of friends online-free world of the sims, where I can immerse myself into the worlds of the families I haven't seen in a year, and have lots of exciting plans for. And by exciting I mean, babies, death, divorce, emos, more babies, holidays, and inevitably more death.
I haven't played the sims in so long for 2 main reasons. I can't pretend to be doing homework with the sims on the screen, and then when I could have been playing it, I chose the internet, because why play the sims when you could be on youtube? Well sometimes I don't want to be on youtube. And it's a bit of an alien concept, considering the last 5 months or so. This is clearly the obsession easing.
I wouldn't mind so much if it didn't happen to be easing at the same time as my social life (not that it had been up to much, what with exams and whatnot) but it is and it sucks.
And what's more, with a huge proportion of our friends gone, the people left are getting very concentrated doses of each other. And we're driving each other insane. Literally. We're the same people at work, we're the same people meeting for lunch, we're the same people we go out with in the evening, we're the same people online at night. So it's understandable that we're finding each other irritating. I know people are definitely finding me irritating, how could you not? But it's the lack of dilution to the group that's the most frustrating. Normally, if one found someone irritating, as is perfectly natural, one can cool off, and hang out with some other people til they relax and can get back to being friends without having a huge fight and ruining everything. But our problem is there are no other people!!
And I miss you!!!!!!!! This isn't funny! I have nothing better to do but dwell on my missing you, and play the sims, and make a vlog, and dwell some more, cos now I'm finished supervising (thank god).
And April threw a handful of sugar at me this evening and it's still all in my hair, and my scalp is all grainy, like when I come back from Papagayo on a windy day and my head is full of sand. Except it's full of sugar.
Just spent the last 3 minutes with the heels of my hands pressed into my admittedly rather crispy eyes. Too much time looking at the screen. Should probably go back to bed. I've been doing this. Going to bed, not sleeping, getting up again and going on my laptop.
Also now like half my music is a no-go area without making me sad, because while I'm pretty sure every person I know has at least one song on my ipod that reminds me of them, few people have 150
=P
Yeah I'm going to bed.
Guarantee you in 15 minutes I'll be back up playing the sims.
Just yawned.. maybe not..
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
Ok, here's the proper blog=)
So I've tried to write a blog about 8 times in the last 2/3 weeks.. or however long it's been since I last wrote one.
Ok so I've found that when it comes to writing a blog, if you don't have anything to talk about, you don't write a blog. Well this is the exact opposite. I have so much to talk about, I don't actually know what to write. And then more things happen and I can't write about them, because I haven't written about the things that happened before them and it builds and builds til my head explodes=D
So here we go.
(i) Exams
Yes I am this behind.
So they're over.
Thank fuck.
Now all I have to do is get my parents out of the country before the results are available.
(ii) Padday's Portay
Yes it was awesome. Yes the music was excellent. Yes the Pixy Stix were the best idea ever. Yes I got pretty damn drunk. I don't care so much, cos God knows how much I deserved it, but I am very sorry to anyone I may have offended, as I tend to do that. I'm still begging Kate to destroy that video. And I want to say a huge thank you to the whole family for letting - how many of us were there? .. a lot anyway - into their home, and I apologise on behalf of everyone (even if they don't want to be included, tough, be polite) if anything got wrecked, floors, surfaces, gardens, innocence etc. and indeed to Patrizio himself for giving us all such an excellent end to fifth year. Hope you had as good a time as the rest of us=)
(iii) My 3rd Annual Start of Summer Picnic
Oh my God the weather. Sweet baby Jesus and the orphans it was gorgeous. I must have done something right. Of course the fact that the warm - yes, warm - sun felt like stabbing me in the eyes was less pleasant, but my guests seemed content, so that was good. I also apologise for saying about 8 words all day, but I was ridiculously hungover. White man, red man, at least 5 full Pixy Stix, whatever was left in Pixy Stix that I had found and cut the tops off of (I think there were maybe 10-15 of these) and whatever was left in cans (alco or somebody who just hates waste? Junior School much?) and not enough water all mixed together for a semi-blinding headache and a stomach that felt like a washing machine on a Sunday, so I hope you understand why I wasn't that most communicative. However, thanks bunches to everyone who came, and for putting up with me, hopefully the other wonderful guests were enough entertainment for you=)
(iv) FreshÉire
With the beginning of summer comes the verification of obsession. Even my mum cam in last night (Thursday), after we had been at Sex and the City (which was really good btw) and I was already checking my subscriptions and watching Alex's new video and she said "You're addicted" and I said "Oh I know" and turned back to watching it. And she doesn’t even know about the vlogging bit=P
However, with obsession comes reward, or what appears to be reward, we’ll have to see. Fresh Éire. Stop reading this, get your ass over there now and subscribe. I’ll wait here ‘til you’re done.
………………………………………
Then start an account, you should have one anyway.
…………………………
Oh fine, then you’re not allowed read the rest of this.
****Subscribers only from this point****
So considering you’re now a subscriber, you’re already aware of the set up. Ste on Mondays (hopefully), Daire on Tuesdays, Emma on Wednesdays, Chris on Thursdays, and yours truly on Fridays.
Sounds good n’est pas?
Oh! And Little Green Cars! Check them out! They’re awesome!
(v) Empty Nest Syndrome
My chickens are all leaving me and to say I’m unimpressed is a vast understatement. And while Bear might be writing love letters, I’m more of a 21st century gal, and why do in writing what you can do on the internet? Plus I’m such a procrastinator, I’d never get round to it otherwise. And even if nobody sees this, at least it’ll be a nice surprise when they get back. Not as much of a nice surprise as post, but somewhat more reliable. So yeah I miss you all hugely, and it sucks that I won’t see any of you ‘til I get back to school, and I was really “down” (well more than that, but it’ll do) on Sunday night (and indeed last night to a much lesser extent) what with all my babies flying the nest, though I also blame the lost season finale (dude, did anyone see that??) for setting me off, it’s the train-crash episode of Grey’s all over again… And I know it’s definitely a sign that I need a life cos none of you are missing me, having merry times en France, but whatever, I miss you. Deal with it. Walk it off.
See? That’s the kind of crap I miss. And Stef and Daire were poking my chest yesterday but it wasn’t the same=P
(vi) Where I Am Now
I’m writing this from the kitchen sink. No I’m not. That’s a joke for the learned amongst you. Yeah I’m supervising the exams. And I don’t have my laptop with me today. That’s right. I’m writing. With a pen. In a notebook. Retro much? I’ll type this up at some stage, but I as just in a blogging mood. That’s why my list of songs is so long, cos it’s all handwritten see.
Well not now, now I’m typing. Now it’s Monday, and I brought in my laptop, so I’m typing it out now, into word, cos Mr pooey Redmond won’t give us the password for the internet to use pcs so I’ll be posting this when I get home. And I typed up all the quotes too. They’re in the next one. They’re all up to date! I did it!
So yeah I’m outside Room 36, in the corridor, at my little desk, typing away.
(vii) Youtube Miscellany
Yeah so I’m obsessed at the minute. With everything to do with it. Even the most played music on my ipod is stuff I found on youtube. And what I find hilarious and incomprehensible simultaneously, is how the really crazy huge people on youtube, have like normal lives! Because when you’re a celebrity on youtube, you’re not a celebrity everywhere else, and I just find that impossible to believe. How is it that not everybody in the world is on youtube? How can you not know everyone on it? The fact that this time last year I was only mildly interested in it for watching tv shows and Phoenix Prouction videos (RIPish) is a distant memory. I can’t remember not being this obsessed. And I know it’s the same with all my obsessions, they’re alarmingly intense at the beginning, and ease off to an acceptable level of fangirlage after a time, which lasts indefinitely eg. Henry Cavill, Lemon Demon, etc. But I actually do not see an end to it! I’m just getting more and more involved, as it becomes more and more an integral part of my life. I have “made contact” as it were with some of my favourite youtubers. Like I was messaging Mhazz and lurked like a lurking thing on lurking pills in one of Dave from Blue Skies’ Stickam rooms, though I talked at the start, as more people signed into it, I got somewhere between starstruck and a bit of fangirl heaven (I am one, majorly, I just hate it, so I keep it fairly closeted, obviously not among my friends though=P) as people like Charlie, Dave of Talk with Dave and Ste of Ste and Kel joined. Oh dear. I am a stalker amn’t I? There’s that word again. Amn’t. I question it’s validity!!
Right I'm home now, and I got bored of writing this earlier, cos I was listening to VLR and got a bit distracted=P
So I'm going to go have a shower now. Look at that weather for Jesus sake! I think my bikini may get a second outing in 3 days!
Yeah I have a listening to list to put up. It's very long. I'll get back to it.
Ok so I've found that when it comes to writing a blog, if you don't have anything to talk about, you don't write a blog. Well this is the exact opposite. I have so much to talk about, I don't actually know what to write. And then more things happen and I can't write about them, because I haven't written about the things that happened before them and it builds and builds til my head explodes=D
So here we go.
(i) Exams
Yes I am this behind.
So they're over.
Thank fuck.
Now all I have to do is get my parents out of the country before the results are available.
(ii) Padday's Portay
Yes it was awesome. Yes the music was excellent. Yes the Pixy Stix were the best idea ever. Yes I got pretty damn drunk. I don't care so much, cos God knows how much I deserved it, but I am very sorry to anyone I may have offended, as I tend to do that. I'm still begging Kate to destroy that video. And I want to say a huge thank you to the whole family for letting - how many of us were there? .. a lot anyway - into their home, and I apologise on behalf of everyone (even if they don't want to be included, tough, be polite) if anything got wrecked, floors, surfaces, gardens, innocence etc. and indeed to Patrizio himself for giving us all such an excellent end to fifth year. Hope you had as good a time as the rest of us=)
(iii) My 3rd Annual Start of Summer Picnic
Oh my God the weather. Sweet baby Jesus and the orphans it was gorgeous. I must have done something right. Of course the fact that the warm - yes, warm - sun felt like stabbing me in the eyes was less pleasant, but my guests seemed content, so that was good. I also apologise for saying about 8 words all day, but I was ridiculously hungover. White man, red man, at least 5 full Pixy Stix, whatever was left in Pixy Stix that I had found and cut the tops off of (I think there were maybe 10-15 of these) and whatever was left in cans (alco or somebody who just hates waste? Junior School much?) and not enough water all mixed together for a semi-blinding headache and a stomach that felt like a washing machine on a Sunday, so I hope you understand why I wasn't that most communicative. However, thanks bunches to everyone who came, and for putting up with me, hopefully the other wonderful guests were enough entertainment for you=)
(iv) FreshÉire
With the beginning of summer comes the verification of obsession. Even my mum cam in last night (Thursday), after we had been at Sex and the City (which was really good btw) and I was already checking my subscriptions and watching Alex's new video and she said "You're addicted" and I said "Oh I know" and turned back to watching it. And she doesn’t even know about the vlogging bit=P
However, with obsession comes reward, or what appears to be reward, we’ll have to see. Fresh Éire. Stop reading this, get your ass over there now and subscribe. I’ll wait here ‘til you’re done.
………………………………………
Then start an account, you should have one anyway.
…………………………
Oh fine, then you’re not allowed read the rest of this.
****Subscribers only from this point****
So considering you’re now a subscriber, you’re already aware of the set up. Ste on Mondays (hopefully), Daire on Tuesdays, Emma on Wednesdays, Chris on Thursdays, and yours truly on Fridays.
Sounds good n’est pas?
Oh! And Little Green Cars! Check them out! They’re awesome!
(v) Empty Nest Syndrome
My chickens are all leaving me and to say I’m unimpressed is a vast understatement. And while Bear might be writing love letters, I’m more of a 21st century gal, and why do in writing what you can do on the internet? Plus I’m such a procrastinator, I’d never get round to it otherwise. And even if nobody sees this, at least it’ll be a nice surprise when they get back. Not as much of a nice surprise as post, but somewhat more reliable. So yeah I miss you all hugely, and it sucks that I won’t see any of you ‘til I get back to school, and I was really “down” (well more than that, but it’ll do) on Sunday night (and indeed last night to a much lesser extent) what with all my babies flying the nest, though I also blame the lost season finale (dude, did anyone see that??) for setting me off, it’s the train-crash episode of Grey’s all over again… And I know it’s definitely a sign that I need a life cos none of you are missing me, having merry times en France, but whatever, I miss you. Deal with it. Walk it off.
See? That’s the kind of crap I miss. And Stef and Daire were poking my chest yesterday but it wasn’t the same=P
(vi) Where I Am Now
I’m writing this from the kitchen sink. No I’m not. That’s a joke for the learned amongst you. Yeah I’m supervising the exams. And I don’t have my laptop with me today. That’s right. I’m writing. With a pen. In a notebook. Retro much? I’ll type this up at some stage, but I as just in a blogging mood. That’s why my list of songs is so long, cos it’s all handwritten see.
Well not now, now I’m typing. Now it’s Monday, and I brought in my laptop, so I’m typing it out now, into word, cos Mr pooey Redmond won’t give us the password for the internet to use pcs so I’ll be posting this when I get home. And I typed up all the quotes too. They’re in the next one. They’re all up to date! I did it!
So yeah I’m outside Room 36, in the corridor, at my little desk, typing away.
(vii) Youtube Miscellany
Yeah so I’m obsessed at the minute. With everything to do with it. Even the most played music on my ipod is stuff I found on youtube. And what I find hilarious and incomprehensible simultaneously, is how the really crazy huge people on youtube, have like normal lives! Because when you’re a celebrity on youtube, you’re not a celebrity everywhere else, and I just find that impossible to believe. How is it that not everybody in the world is on youtube? How can you not know everyone on it? The fact that this time last year I was only mildly interested in it for watching tv shows and Phoenix Prouction videos (RIPish) is a distant memory. I can’t remember not being this obsessed. And I know it’s the same with all my obsessions, they’re alarmingly intense at the beginning, and ease off to an acceptable level of fangirlage after a time, which lasts indefinitely eg. Henry Cavill, Lemon Demon, etc. But I actually do not see an end to it! I’m just getting more and more involved, as it becomes more and more an integral part of my life. I have “made contact” as it were with some of my favourite youtubers. Like I was messaging Mhazz and lurked like a lurking thing on lurking pills in one of Dave from Blue Skies’ Stickam rooms, though I talked at the start, as more people signed into it, I got somewhere between starstruck and a bit of fangirl heaven (I am one, majorly, I just hate it, so I keep it fairly closeted, obviously not among my friends though=P) as people like Charlie, Dave of Talk with Dave and Ste of Ste and Kel joined. Oh dear. I am a stalker amn’t I? There’s that word again. Amn’t. I question it’s validity!!
Right I'm home now, and I got bored of writing this earlier, cos I was listening to VLR and got a bit distracted=P
So I'm going to go have a shower now. Look at that weather for Jesus sake! I think my bikini may get a second outing in 3 days!
Yeah I have a listening to list to put up. It's very long. I'll get back to it.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Questionable Eating Habits..
I just found the skittles I bought in that little shop by the Lincoln Memorial in Washington when we were starving after the parade. I never finished them and left them in the side pocket of my bag.
They're still delicious.
Is that wrong?
Listening To:
Album: Pretty. Odd. - Panic! At the Disco (Downloaded it today. It's pretty addictive.)
Songs: I Have Friends in Holy Spaces, Northern Downpour
They're still delicious.
Is that wrong?
Listening To:
Album: Pretty. Odd. - Panic! At the Disco (Downloaded it today. It's pretty addictive.)
Songs: I Have Friends in Holy Spaces, Northern Downpour
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wanted: One Editor
Filmed a vlog today, but not up to editing it. Treeeeeekkkk....
Did you know Charlie only has Movie Maker as a form of editing his pretty much award-winning videos?! I know! I was so sure a pro like him would have something slightly more advanced!
Just thought I'd let you know, tis better than studying anyways..
Oh and if anyone has seen my blue A4 kukuxumusu notebook (the one with the sheeps dressed as celebrities on the cover) I would really like to know, as it not only contains all of my Aeneid translations for Latin tomorrow, all my maths notes since dropping, and various Italian bits, it also contains indispensable party information and the original list of musics! So if anyone had any information on it, I'd be most grateful=D
Listening to:
Playlist: Blue Skies Playlist
Songs: Iris, Time For Heroes, Lizzy, Repitilia, and Loose Leaves - all by the fabbiness that is Blue Skies
Did you know Charlie only has Movie Maker as a form of editing his pretty much award-winning videos?! I know! I was so sure a pro like him would have something slightly more advanced!
Just thought I'd let you know, tis better than studying anyways..
Oh and if anyone has seen my blue A4 kukuxumusu notebook (the one with the sheeps dressed as celebrities on the cover) I would really like to know, as it not only contains all of my Aeneid translations for Latin tomorrow, all my maths notes since dropping, and various Italian bits, it also contains indispensable party information and the original list of musics! So if anyone had any information on it, I'd be most grateful=D
Listening to:
Playlist: Blue Skies Playlist
Songs: Iris, Time For Heroes, Lizzy, Repitilia, and Loose Leaves - all by the fabbiness that is Blue Skies
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Write what you know
So I had maths yesterday, not half so bad as I was expecting, definitely think I scraped a pass.
English today. First paper (poetry and comparative) = shite. Didn't read the poetry question, only realised as I wrote the conclusion what we were meant to do. And bullshitted my way through the comparative, with barely enough time to put a full stop at the end of the final sentence.
Second paper (composition) = infinitely better. I decided before going in that I would write something I'd written before. Something I knew I could do and apply to a number of different titles. And since I haven't written a decent composition since September (which I'm being told must go up here, and it might, cos I do quite like it) I tried to think of other writingy things I can do. Writingy.. can you see how I exeed in English? But yes, then it occured to me, if my last essay was about the saga of Jave I and Jessidave, why not draw again from the teenage angst that is my life? I can write a damn good angsty rant blog, and an essay is the same except handwritten and not as informal. And not really supposed to say bold words.
So that's what I did. I did a third person blog, with names shamelessly changed to those beginning with the same letter. I was called Lauren.
And if I may so myself it was damn good. It was a combinaion of stuff from previous blogs and stuff I'm just not allowed put up, just cos, you know, obvious much?
And now I'm watching Anastasia, cos it is just that amazing. I know all the songs and I haven't watched it in like 8 years. Goosebumps! Bumps on geese!
Fun/embarassing fact! When I was young I had my hair in a bob til I was like 10 cos my hair was too fine to grow out. This meant that because I had a younger sister with hair practically down to her ass, I had a longing for long hair. Another favourite activity of mine and my sister's was to "act out" movies, with Barbies or ourselves. And to enable truer characterisation, I would have my own interpretation of long hair. Yes. I would wear tights on my head. I was a traumatised as a child. Furthermore, the colour of the tights would depend on the character. Black for Jasmine and Pocahantas, brown for Belle and assorted other brunettes, white for Aurora and other blondes and red for Anastasia. And coincidentally enough, one morning when I was "playing Anastasia", one might say, and that afternoon my mum got it for me on video.
Hell yeah! I watched it like every day for 5 years then=D
Why I just said that I have no idea=P
Listening to: Anastasia
English today. First paper (poetry and comparative) = shite. Didn't read the poetry question, only realised as I wrote the conclusion what we were meant to do. And bullshitted my way through the comparative, with barely enough time to put a full stop at the end of the final sentence.
Second paper (composition) = infinitely better. I decided before going in that I would write something I'd written before. Something I knew I could do and apply to a number of different titles. And since I haven't written a decent composition since September (which I'm being told must go up here, and it might, cos I do quite like it) I tried to think of other writingy things I can do. Writingy.. can you see how I exeed in English? But yes, then it occured to me, if my last essay was about the saga of Jave I and Jessidave, why not draw again from the teenage angst that is my life? I can write a damn good angsty rant blog, and an essay is the same except handwritten and not as informal. And not really supposed to say bold words.
So that's what I did. I did a third person blog, with names shamelessly changed to those beginning with the same letter. I was called Lauren.
And if I may so myself it was damn good. It was a combinaion of stuff from previous blogs and stuff I'm just not allowed put up, just cos, you know, obvious much?
And now I'm watching Anastasia, cos it is just that amazing. I know all the songs and I haven't watched it in like 8 years. Goosebumps! Bumps on geese!
Fun/embarassing fact! When I was young I had my hair in a bob til I was like 10 cos my hair was too fine to grow out. This meant that because I had a younger sister with hair practically down to her ass, I had a longing for long hair. Another favourite activity of mine and my sister's was to "act out" movies, with Barbies or ourselves. And to enable truer characterisation, I would have my own interpretation of long hair. Yes. I would wear tights on my head. I was a traumatised as a child. Furthermore, the colour of the tights would depend on the character. Black for Jasmine and Pocahantas, brown for Belle and assorted other brunettes, white for Aurora and other blondes and red for Anastasia. And coincidentally enough, one morning when I was "playing Anastasia", one might say, and that afternoon my mum got it for me on video.
Hell yeah! I watched it like every day for 5 years then=D
Why I just said that I have no idea=P
You know why that song is so cool? Cos my birthday is in December=DDancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December...
Listening to: Anastasia
Monday, May 19, 2008
Irish and Biology
My brain is actually fried.
I'm only able to copy, print and watch videos.
Btw, who pmd me only MYLES EFFING DYER!!! Like the king of the UK community!! And he wanted my opinions on stuff!!!! *shrieks* I have to go form opinions!!!
Listening to:
A Talk With Dave And Vlogbrothers
I'm only able to copy, print and watch videos.
Btw, who pmd me only MYLES EFFING DYER!!! Like the king of the UK community!! And he wanted my opinions on stuff!!!! *shrieks* I have to go form opinions!!!
Listening to:
A Talk With Dave And Vlogbrothers
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Three posts in a day???? This one is about music.. and those people..
Isn't it amazing what music can do? I just stopped listening to the 18th playlist for the first time in days, cos it's late and I want something a bit more relaxy, and so I put on the Nappy-poo playlist on for the first time in ages.
The first song started playing and immediately, like literally the second it started playing the fuzzy feeling around my heart came back, considering I've been in a good mood all weekend! Is that not so bizzare?? I mean I know music can like inspire feelings and stuff but Jesus! It acts fast doesn't it?
I assume that this is because I associate this song with the tiring people (yes them again, don't we just love it) but you know I really don't need that now. I have exams. I should be in bed. I'm not even skipping the song, I'm letting it play. There's definitely something weird about this, it's like I don't want to turn it off or something, but I hate feeling like this but I don't. Uuugghh why am I such a freak? Gaaaay. I'm totally not in a place to mope at the minute.
Damn, I hoped that when the song changed it would go away. Nope. I really ought to stop listening to this when I'm talking to these people. Or I could stop talking to them. What my pal Dr Phil would call "toxic friendships". Ha. I'd love to try that. It'd be hilarious. How do you cut out people that are such an intregal part of the whole getting through the day thing? Doesn't know his arse from his elbow that Dr Phil. He is cool though. Reminds me of being sick.
Ahh Coyotes.. Ok different sad now. Oklahoma = best thing ever ever ever.
This can't last much longer though can it? I mean at times I think that it won't, but also that it will. Especially while it lasts. In the meantime, I'm totally over-compensating. Like ridiculously. It's hard not to. And I know that some people have definitely picked up on it. It's all I can think about when I'm with these people, and it's certainly all one of them wants to talk about. And I let them, because I'm torn between wanting to know and wanting to beat them with their own self-obsessedness (yes it's a word) solidified into the form of a large club. Another is the complete opposite, and I still want to talk about it, and when they do, I hate it. I've been so obvious now. I don't know why I don't just hold a parade about the whole fucking thing. It's not who you think it is. Whoever you think, you're wrong. Fuck.
I could just not publish this. I could ignore it all, since it's been written down. Except I want the people to know that this sucks, but also I don't want to know that it's them..:*
Egad and ack. This isn't helping at all. Right I'm off to throw something.
Ciao ciao>:<
The first song started playing and immediately, like literally the second it started playing the fuzzy feeling around my heart came back, considering I've been in a good mood all weekend! Is that not so bizzare?? I mean I know music can like inspire feelings and stuff but Jesus! It acts fast doesn't it?
I assume that this is because I associate this song with the tiring people (yes them again, don't we just love it) but you know I really don't need that now. I have exams. I should be in bed. I'm not even skipping the song, I'm letting it play. There's definitely something weird about this, it's like I don't want to turn it off or something, but I hate feeling like this but I don't. Uuugghh why am I such a freak? Gaaaay. I'm totally not in a place to mope at the minute.
Damn, I hoped that when the song changed it would go away. Nope. I really ought to stop listening to this when I'm talking to these people. Or I could stop talking to them. What my pal Dr Phil would call "toxic friendships". Ha. I'd love to try that. It'd be hilarious. How do you cut out people that are such an intregal part of the whole getting through the day thing? Doesn't know his arse from his elbow that Dr Phil. He is cool though. Reminds me of being sick.
Ahh Coyotes.. Ok different sad now. Oklahoma = best thing ever ever ever.
This can't last much longer though can it? I mean at times I think that it won't, but also that it will. Especially while it lasts. In the meantime, I'm totally over-compensating. Like ridiculously. It's hard not to. And I know that some people have definitely picked up on it. It's all I can think about when I'm with these people, and it's certainly all one of them wants to talk about. And I let them, because I'm torn between wanting to know and wanting to beat them with their own self-obsessedness (yes it's a word) solidified into the form of a large club. Another is the complete opposite, and I still want to talk about it, and when they do, I hate it. I've been so obvious now. I don't know why I don't just hold a parade about the whole fucking thing. It's not who you think it is. Whoever you think, you're wrong. Fuck.
I could just not publish this. I could ignore it all, since it's been written down. Except I want the people to know that this sucks, but also I don't want to know that it's them..:*
Egad and ack. This isn't helping at all. Right I'm off to throw something.
Ciao ciao>:<
So cold...
Having difficulty typing, my fingers are all cold and stiff and whatnot. This is because all my windows are open. And doors. This is because I'm not going to get outside today, so I have to try and get as much fresh air into the room and myself as possible, so that I stand the slightest chance of going to sleep tonight. Ha. The thought of me sleeping when I need to.
I am also completely addicted to my scanner at the minute. My version of studying at the minute is scanning my notes onto my computer, rotating and cropping them, so they're nice and neat, and printing them out again. Ever notice how much paper one uses during exam time? Especially as I have doubles of a lot of my Irish notes now. And I have no excuse as to my behaviour now if I'm interrupted, as I have a completely empty desk (well for me anyway) with my laptop sitting brazenly centre stage and stuff just on my bed. Bummer.
Speaking of bed, I made a new vlog on Friday night, and edited it last night and put it up. I also linked this in it, so people (yeah like the 4 people who watch my vlogs and don't know about my blogs) could see everyone else's far superior ones. So, if this is your first time looking at the old bloggeroo, hi! And if I haven't done a vlog in ages, the excuse will probably have been put up here=)
So yes I probably ought to go, Jen has just signed on, and has problems that somebody who tried studying would have, so I should give it a go.
By the way, decided to steal Daire's idea for what I'm listening to, but since I always go through a couple of songs when I'm writing I thought I'd put them all in=D
Playlist: Paddy's 18th Playlist
Songs: Tonight Tonight - Smashing Pumpkins, Young Folks - Peter, Bjorn and John feat. Victoria Bergsman, Beat It - Michael Jackson, Alala - CSS, Sandstorm - Darude, Pass That Dutch - Missy Elliot, Sexyback - Justin Timberlake
Wooo...
I hate exams=(
I am also completely addicted to my scanner at the minute. My version of studying at the minute is scanning my notes onto my computer, rotating and cropping them, so they're nice and neat, and printing them out again. Ever notice how much paper one uses during exam time? Especially as I have doubles of a lot of my Irish notes now. And I have no excuse as to my behaviour now if I'm interrupted, as I have a completely empty desk (well for me anyway) with my laptop sitting brazenly centre stage and stuff just on my bed. Bummer.
Speaking of bed, I made a new vlog on Friday night, and edited it last night and put it up. I also linked this in it, so people (yeah like the 4 people who watch my vlogs and don't know about my blogs) could see everyone else's far superior ones. So, if this is your first time looking at the old bloggeroo, hi! And if I haven't done a vlog in ages, the excuse will probably have been put up here=)
So yes I probably ought to go, Jen has just signed on, and has problems that somebody who tried studying would have, so I should give it a go.
By the way, decided to steal Daire's idea for what I'm listening to, but since I always go through a couple of songs when I'm writing I thought I'd put them all in=D
Playlist: Paddy's 18th Playlist
Songs: Tonight Tonight - Smashing Pumpkins, Young Folks - Peter, Bjorn and John feat. Victoria Bergsman, Beat It - Michael Jackson, Alala - CSS, Sandstorm - Darude, Pass That Dutch - Missy Elliot, Sexyback - Justin Timberlake
Wooo...
I hate exams=(
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
*sigh*
Pretty much sums up the day really.
Yeah I know I said I'd do quotes, but the quote book is in my bag, all the way at the end of my bed. Trek. So I'm not getting it. So I'll do a real blog for now. So quit your whinin'!
So yeah. I had written a little short bloggino if you will in my study in the library, but the computer I was using actually hated me. It had a mind and emotions and a capability of hate and a grudge against me. It was not cool.
However it did deliver some excellent news that made me happy for a bit before the desperation of how shite the computer was really overtook me.
So yes, for the second time, Dave From Blue Skies replied to my comment on one of his videos!!!!!!!!!! This may mean nothing to you, but if you follow the link you shall discover he is one of the most fantastically gorgeous males to ever set foot on this planet. He is also a superbly amazing musician, and due to a lack of band members, currently plays all the instruments in his band, Blue Skies. He is thoroughly amazing, and I could really talk endlessly about him, in a weird stalky fangirl sort of way, (although I would like to say, that though Emma got 94% in the work out how much we're destined for each other game, where you count up the letters etc etc, but I got a staggering 97%! Oh yes! Victory will be mine!). For top swoonage, may I recommend Iris (excellent for sexy voiceness), Molly Chambers (for top notch broody camera eye contactage) and Subscribe to Barry Aldridge (you'll see).
So yes that was rather exciting, but the only good part in the whole day. Oh except Jazza filled in for Alex on Five Awesome Guys, cos his internet is diseased apparently. And I'm really glad, cos he'll get such huge exposure from it, like he did from Rhyming With Nerimon, except even bigger! Yay for Jaz!
Hello, I'm back. I went downstairs to have some dinner (it was lasagna, nice but guilt-ridden, but it wasn't so bad cos I had some cucumber with it, *fun fact* cucumber has that chemical in it that makes you happy, like chocolate, only not the same one, cos one of the ones in chocolate is the one you get after an orgasm.. how do I know this stuff? ...Also cucumber is like 80% water or something, which is good for everyone:D
Oh close bracket)
Yeah I had dinner, and watched the apprentice, it were well good. Anyone else watch it? That Alex is a dish isn't he? Good and tall too. I'd buy a wedding dress from him alright..
Is this ok, happiness-wise, by the way? I'm trying to keep it upbeat after that last one, which I partially apologise for. I'd say it was dull/depressing to read or whatever, but it has unleashed the power of the blog now, and I may not be going back to just quotes.. ah well.. Oh and sorry Daire if this sort of adds to the pain of more bloggers, but you know, you'll just have to welcome us to the community with good grace and a collab channel;D
But yeah, blogging is actually quite good, cos from the perky tone, you can't actually see that I'm all down and stuff, which you would totally notice in a vlog. Also this is rather good, cos I do it and then that's like it, it's posted, there's no editing and all that, which I do actually like, just cos Movie Maker is so god damn pants.
.........
Ok so Matt is so cool he gets to go in this. Had been feeling crappy all day, and he totally has made my cheeks hurt with smiling for like a full 20 minutes or something. So if you are in Dun Laoighre (will I ever bother to learn how to spell it? Unlikely) like find him and give him money and stuff. Oh! And if you're Hayley, by some strange twist of fate, will you go out with the damn guy without being sick! I mean honestly it's getting ridiculous!
So yeah now I'm downloading musicas.. I should probably wind this up, I was going to have a rant, but damn Matt cheered me up and killed the ranting spirit. Ah well, I suppose that's a good thing:D
Byeroo
Yeah I know I said I'd do quotes, but the quote book is in my bag, all the way at the end of my bed. Trek. So I'm not getting it. So I'll do a real blog for now. So quit your whinin'!
So yeah. I had written a little short bloggino if you will in my study in the library, but the computer I was using actually hated me. It had a mind and emotions and a capability of hate and a grudge against me. It was not cool.
However it did deliver some excellent news that made me happy for a bit before the desperation of how shite the computer was really overtook me.
So yes, for the second time, Dave From Blue Skies replied to my comment on one of his videos!!!!!!!!!! This may mean nothing to you, but if you follow the link you shall discover he is one of the most fantastically gorgeous males to ever set foot on this planet. He is also a superbly amazing musician, and due to a lack of band members, currently plays all the instruments in his band, Blue Skies. He is thoroughly amazing, and I could really talk endlessly about him, in a weird stalky fangirl sort of way, (although I would like to say, that though Emma got 94% in the work out how much we're destined for each other game, where you count up the letters etc etc, but I got a staggering 97%! Oh yes! Victory will be mine!). For top swoonage, may I recommend Iris (excellent for sexy voiceness), Molly Chambers (for top notch broody camera eye contactage) and Subscribe to Barry Aldridge (you'll see).
So yes that was rather exciting, but the only good part in the whole day. Oh except Jazza filled in for Alex on Five Awesome Guys, cos his internet is diseased apparently. And I'm really glad, cos he'll get such huge exposure from it, like he did from Rhyming With Nerimon, except even bigger! Yay for Jaz!
Oh I like linking things, leave me alone!
........................
Hello, I'm back. I went downstairs to have some dinner (it was lasagna, nice but guilt-ridden, but it wasn't so bad cos I had some cucumber with it, *fun fact* cucumber has that chemical in it that makes you happy, like chocolate, only not the same one, cos one of the ones in chocolate is the one you get after an orgasm.. how do I know this stuff? ...Also cucumber is like 80% water or something, which is good for everyone:D
Oh close bracket)
Yeah I had dinner, and watched the apprentice, it were well good. Anyone else watch it? That Alex is a dish isn't he? Good and tall too. I'd buy a wedding dress from him alright..
Is this ok, happiness-wise, by the way? I'm trying to keep it upbeat after that last one, which I partially apologise for. I'd say it was dull/depressing to read or whatever, but it has unleashed the power of the blog now, and I may not be going back to just quotes.. ah well.. Oh and sorry Daire if this sort of adds to the pain of more bloggers, but you know, you'll just have to welcome us to the community with good grace and a collab channel;D
But yeah, blogging is actually quite good, cos from the perky tone, you can't actually see that I'm all down and stuff, which you would totally notice in a vlog. Also this is rather good, cos I do it and then that's like it, it's posted, there's no editing and all that, which I do actually like, just cos Movie Maker is so god damn pants.
.........
Ok so Matt is so cool he gets to go in this. Had been feeling crappy all day, and he totally has made my cheeks hurt with smiling for like a full 20 minutes or something. So if you are in Dun Laoighre (will I ever bother to learn how to spell it? Unlikely) like find him and give him money and stuff. Oh! And if you're Hayley, by some strange twist of fate, will you go out with the damn guy without being sick! I mean honestly it's getting ridiculous!
So yeah now I'm downloading musicas.. I should probably wind this up, I was going to have a rant, but damn Matt cheered me up and killed the ranting spirit. Ah well, I suppose that's a good thing:D
Byeroo
Sunday, May 11, 2008
A Real Blog Entry?
Yep. A full on blog entry. Deal with it. Walk it off.
So yeah I actually meant to make a vlog last night, but I ended up taking a nap and catching up on my internettage instead. Then I intended to make one this evening, but had my dinner and downloaded a bunch of musics for Patrizio's portay instead.
So I thought I'd do a blog instead, considering it's sitting here, and I'm in one of my moods again. You know the one I was in when I took a shower fully dressed? Yeah that one. I always get it late at night, and nearly always get it from talking on msn. It's weird my heart kind of feels fuzzy. Which is a really weird thing to put on a blog, but hell, let's see if this sharing your feelings thing actually works.
So do you know anyone who you love to bits but you find yourself really drained after talking to them for a while? Yeah I do, and it sucks just a bit. Cos I'm just so tired of the whole thing. Like everything to do with this person and well actually people, there's more than one. And one of the things that's probably the reason I'm so tired is that I have to keep up a pretty much constant front when I'm with them/talking to them (by talking to I do mean msn, obviously I don't converse through speech like a normal person). Like all the time, and it's really starting to wreck my head.
I'll have nobody guessing who it is I mean, by the way, for arguments' sake, we'll say it's YOU! *points at you, yes you, no not you, behind you, yes you*
So yeah I'm tired because I'm pretending to these people all the god damn time. And I'd rather not pretend, I lie enough as it is to do a whole extra bout of lying on top of that, but it's one of those things you just can't not. If you're not in favour, you say nothing. I mean, there's nothing you can do except wait it out. And lie. For all you're worth.
You know this is quite a depressing first blog entry. I probably ought to go back to doing quotes like a good girl, but I do the boxing up of emotions so often I have to do something to sort of, I don't know, give myself a break I suppose. But don't worry I'll be going back to merry quotes-writing Lisa in the next one.
I wonder if I'll even bother posting this. Meh I probably will. Too tired to care.
You know what else I hate? Self-obsessed people. Now I know I'm pretty much as selfish as they come, but you know, at least I have basic manners. I recently had a running text conversation with someone (some people will know who, cos I was complaining about it) and this conversation ran over a couple of days, during which I did not see this person. And not once, out of the 15 or so texts I received, did this person ask me how I was, a basic common courtesy one asks, even when you don't give a crap. Not once did they say, hope you're having a good time, how's Lanzarote (where I was) or any basic pleasantry such as. Everything they said was to do with them, or something that affected them, and the only time they asked something to do with me was when it had something to do with them. "Enough about me, what do you think of me?"
And I'm just so tired. I'm praying to a God I don't really believe in for summer. I can't handle the exams now, I'm going to fail them anyway. I just want it to be summer. And the prospect of being away from everything for July and August is sounding more and more appealing. I'll go to the beach, and I'll make my vlogs, and I'll post them when I walk down to the bar in my thin brown blondeness. And I won't have to deal with any of this shite anymore.
- That's how superficial I am by the way, I'm convinced I'll feel better if I look better. But I will I know I will. It's ridiculous to think I wouldn't be happy to be pretty.
Just buggered off to do a bit of youtube surfing and feeling a bit better now. Also helps that I'm not talking to one of the exhausting people any more.
So I went away for a while and had a bit of a think and a ponder and a muse. And now I'm back and I've thought about a few things about myself. And you, you lucky devil(s) get to hear about it. This contemplative mood was set off by Alex aka Nerimon's blog that I was reading earlier, which is all contemplative and thinky.
No I'm not doing it all again. For fuck's sake. I just did a huge bit of writing, all see into my soul kind of bollocks. And it's all gone, all of it. It's fucking gone. Now I'm fucking pissed off.
You're better off really.
So too sum up what I had said before, and no explanation, that is your punishment.
So yeah I actually meant to make a vlog last night, but I ended up taking a nap and catching up on my internettage instead. Then I intended to make one this evening, but had my dinner and downloaded a bunch of musics for Patrizio's portay instead.
So I thought I'd do a blog instead, considering it's sitting here, and I'm in one of my moods again. You know the one I was in when I took a shower fully dressed? Yeah that one. I always get it late at night, and nearly always get it from talking on msn. It's weird my heart kind of feels fuzzy. Which is a really weird thing to put on a blog, but hell, let's see if this sharing your feelings thing actually works.
So do you know anyone who you love to bits but you find yourself really drained after talking to them for a while? Yeah I do, and it sucks just a bit. Cos I'm just so tired of the whole thing. Like everything to do with this person and well actually people, there's more than one. And one of the things that's probably the reason I'm so tired is that I have to keep up a pretty much constant front when I'm with them/talking to them (by talking to I do mean msn, obviously I don't converse through speech like a normal person). Like all the time, and it's really starting to wreck my head.
I'll have nobody guessing who it is I mean, by the way, for arguments' sake, we'll say it's YOU! *points at you, yes you, no not you, behind you, yes you*
So yeah I'm tired because I'm pretending to these people all the god damn time. And I'd rather not pretend, I lie enough as it is to do a whole extra bout of lying on top of that, but it's one of those things you just can't not. If you're not in favour, you say nothing. I mean, there's nothing you can do except wait it out. And lie. For all you're worth.
You know this is quite a depressing first blog entry. I probably ought to go back to doing quotes like a good girl, but I do the boxing up of emotions so often I have to do something to sort of, I don't know, give myself a break I suppose. But don't worry I'll be going back to merry quotes-writing Lisa in the next one.
I wonder if I'll even bother posting this. Meh I probably will. Too tired to care.
You know what else I hate? Self-obsessed people. Now I know I'm pretty much as selfish as they come, but you know, at least I have basic manners. I recently had a running text conversation with someone (some people will know who, cos I was complaining about it) and this conversation ran over a couple of days, during which I did not see this person. And not once, out of the 15 or so texts I received, did this person ask me how I was, a basic common courtesy one asks, even when you don't give a crap. Not once did they say, hope you're having a good time, how's Lanzarote (where I was) or any basic pleasantry such as. Everything they said was to do with them, or something that affected them, and the only time they asked something to do with me was when it had something to do with them. "Enough about me, what do you think of me?"
And I'm just so tired. I'm praying to a God I don't really believe in for summer. I can't handle the exams now, I'm going to fail them anyway. I just want it to be summer. And the prospect of being away from everything for July and August is sounding more and more appealing. I'll go to the beach, and I'll make my vlogs, and I'll post them when I walk down to the bar in my thin brown blondeness. And I won't have to deal with any of this shite anymore.
- That's how superficial I am by the way, I'm convinced I'll feel better if I look better. But I will I know I will. It's ridiculous to think I wouldn't be happy to be pretty.
Just buggered off to do a bit of youtube surfing and feeling a bit better now. Also helps that I'm not talking to one of the exhausting people any more.
So I went away for a while and had a bit of a think and a ponder and a muse. And now I'm back and I've thought about a few things about myself. And you, you lucky devil(s) get to hear about it. This contemplative mood was set off by Alex aka Nerimon's blog that I was reading earlier, which is all contemplative and thinky.
No I'm not doing it all again. For fuck's sake. I just did a huge bit of writing, all see into my soul kind of bollocks. And it's all gone, all of it. It's fucking gone. Now I'm fucking pissed off.
You're better off really.
So too sum up what I had said before, and no explanation, that is your punishment.
- I am a ridiculously jealous person, angry jealous, scream and throw things kind of jealous.
- I love people too much/easily and would readily die for friends who have no intention of returning the favour.
- I am sick to death of lying, but as there is no foreseeable end to the situation, I'll have to keep doing so, could be the end of the summer, could be years.
- I am aware that these are not real problems, and that I'm lucky in a thousand different ways
- I am not looking at the big picture because I'm too fucking tired. Because these people are killing my will to not be selfish (go play free rice on my behalf and help the people in Burma with real problems)
- The people who I am talking about must never know it is them I am talking about. Because I would die. Which is why I'm putting it on the internet.
Fucking hell that had taken like an hour (give or take time to talk to Emma and watch a couple of videos)
Well nighty noo my children, and don't worry it will be lying merry Lisa with some quotes or perhaps an amusing anecdote next time:)
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Washington thing I wrote for the yearbook
On the evening of Tuesday 11 March, the College Choir and specially selected “Washington Orchestra” left the last rehearsal with cries of “See you tomorrow!” and shrieks of “Oh my God! Washington tomorrow!” as everybody began to realise that the long anticipated music trip to Washington DC was finally about to happen after so long preparing for and talking about it.
Unsurprisingly, the excitement had not worn off by the following morning when the eighty or so students and eight teachers met at Dublin airport, and after checking ourselves in – a more difficult process than first imagined, particularly when the most common question asked was “What state is Washington actually in?” – and clearing security, everybody was seized with a sense of patriotism that was to prevail for the rest of the weekend. This therefore required the purchase of hats in all shapes and sizes, tiaras, flags, socks, scarves and feather boas in the national colours, especially as we were to represent our country in the Washington DC St. Patrick’s day parade!
The flight itself, though long, was pleasant enough, the excitement enough to keep everyone entertained for the 6-7 hour journey (the fact that I can’t remember the exact time must show how the time flew by!).
On our arrival at Washington Dulles Airport, we encountered a rather unnerving trip from the plane to the terminal in what appeared to be some sort of bus cum spaceship before clearing emigration, collecting our bags, and confessing our possession of apples, sweets, chewing gum and bottled water to the customs officer. We stood waiting for the buses under the “No Parking, No Standing, No Waiting” sign outside the airport, and by the time they had arrived, Kate and Leanna had already found themselves inside a police car!
After a quick – no thanks to “Suzie”, the world’s slowest lift – turnaround at the hostel, we went to dinner at ESPN Zone and the choruses of a less than tuneful “Fields of Athenry” as we walked to and from the restaurant announced to the city that The Irish had arrived!
We were up bright and early the next morning, in full black and uniform for the boys, for our first performance of the trip, at Gonzaga College High School in their huge auditorium. It went very well, or so we believed, until their choir got up to perform for us “completely unrehearsed”. We found it very difficult to understand how, if they were so unprepared, that they had choreographed all their songs with swaying and finger-clicking! After a rather humbling tour of the music department and their “chapel”, which could easily have contained our entire school building, we departed Gonzaga for Grand Union Station, where we had lunch in the food court, and had our first encounters with a real American candy store!
We returned to the hostel to change after lunch, and walked to the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, where we were entertained by the planetarium, flight simulators, displays and of course, gift shop, where one could buy real space food!
After having the rest of the afternoon to relax and rehearse, that evening we had the talent show, which was a great success with talents varying from the legendary “Sandford Boys” song to a somewhat unprepared rendition of “Like I Love You” to backflips to excellent timing when it comes to switching off music to cross-dressing to just good old-fashioned singing a song with a guitar. That evening also contained the most Domino’s Pizza most of us had ever seen in one place, having arrived in bags big enough to fit a full grown person inside!
Friday was the longest day, as we had to get up extra early, and had the most activities that day. We got the buses to Georgetown Visitation, where our first performance of the day was to be. When the students started filing into the – larger than before – auditorium, we realised it was no ordinary day, as most of the girls were dressed as Mario, Luigi and Princess Peach, and while we gathered that it was some sort of funday, when a girl got up to explain to us exactly what it was, her accent was completely unintelligible and none of us had a clue what she was saying! Our performance went extremely well, the boys’ quartet, unsurprisingly, being the best received by the girls. Immediately after our performance in Visitation, the chamber choir and strings had to rush off, as they were playing at the St. Patrick’s day mass in St. Patrick’s Church, which was a considerable distance from the school, and time was very tight. They played very well and while they were off being terribly busy and important the rest of the choir and orchestra got to stay in Visitation and were shown around by the girls, who were ridiculously nice!
After lunch we then walked around the corner to Duke Ellington Academy of Performing Arts, where we waited for the chamber choir and strings to return, however they were delayed, and despite our best efforts to prevent Ellington’s choral group from singing before us, they went ahead. To say we were blown away is a vast understatement. Most of the music they sang had been written by past pupils of the school, and their performance was professional to the point that we all either had goosebumps or our jaws had hit the floor! After their astounding performance – during which chamber and strings arrived – we sang first alone (not as poorly as we had expected either!) and then together with them, led by their truly inspiring conductor.
After Ellington, there was time for a little bit of shopping in Georgetown before going to dinner in Johnny Rocket’s, Eddie’s American cousin, where the staff get up and dance every half hour. After our food, we all got back on the buses, which turned into changing rooms as we were going back to Gonzaga to see their spring musical, West Side Story. Even now I find the whole thing nearly impossible to describe, other than the fact that I was torn between forgetting entirely it was an amateur production and being completely amazed that the actors and actresses – all of whom were also expert singers and dancers, of course – were all our own age, and yet were so professional, and I may be tried for treason for saying so, but it put “Oklahoma!” to shame! At the end of the performance we got an extra round of applause, just for being the best audience all week, and then we all got to go backstage! Absolute pandemonium is the only way I can describe it. At least 120 people backstage, all of whom nearly hysterical, cheering and blinding cast members with camera flashes and singing choruses of “Olé, Olé, Olé”. We had to be torn away from the whole thing, but we had to leave, and at least we got a lie in the following morning, as we were going shopping. Saturday was a long, but fruitful day, and I’m sure Abercrombie and Hollister were just rubbing their hands with glee when they saw the buses full of teenagers pull up. In the evening we went to the cinema, scraping together what was left of our money for popcorn and Twizzlers, and then home to bed as we were up early the next morning for the parade.
Sunday morning dawned grey and, of course, rainy. Nevertheless we decked ourselves out in green, white and orange accessories, and by the time we were ready to go the rain had stopped. The parade was great, very surreal, but a lot of fun at the same time, though we were thoroughly sick of listening to the marching band play “My Favourite Things” by the end of the parade. After some sightseeing around the city, we went to lunch, where we had another mini-performance after eating, and then we went back to the hostel, where we changed and got ready to go bowling in the evening, which was a lot of fun.
We got up on Monday morning, in a slightly more sombre mood than the day before, as we faced the enormous task of packing up everything before we left. Through some miracle it was achieved, and we were on our way to Capitol Hill for a tour. However, Harriet, Aaron and Ms Hearns were not going to be coming with us. They were going to the special St. Patrick’s Day ceremony in the White House! When we arrived at Capitol Hill, after having toured Senator Patrick Kennedy’s office, we sang outside, and though we planned to have a tour of Capitol Hill itself, there unfortunately wasn’t time, so then we went back to Grand Union Station for lunch.
When we got back to the hostel, the havoc started as the bags started coming down from the storage room and everyone was desperate to find their own, but everyone got theirs, and soon we were on the buses, ready to leave. We got to the airport with no trouble, and unbelievably nobody had overweight bags! I would tell you what the flight home was like, but I actually slept for nearly the entire thing, like most of the people, so I’ll have to take the word of the people awake that it was fine.
Washington DC is most definitely one of the best school trips anyone has been on, and none of it would have been possible without the endless work of Ms Hearn and Mr Browner and all the teachers that came with us and helped organise everything. We all had an absolutely amazing time, and it is definitely a life experience to be remembered for a long time.
Shit 3 pages... I better get editing...
Unsurprisingly, the excitement had not worn off by the following morning when the eighty or so students and eight teachers met at Dublin airport, and after checking ourselves in – a more difficult process than first imagined, particularly when the most common question asked was “What state is Washington actually in?” – and clearing security, everybody was seized with a sense of patriotism that was to prevail for the rest of the weekend. This therefore required the purchase of hats in all shapes and sizes, tiaras, flags, socks, scarves and feather boas in the national colours, especially as we were to represent our country in the Washington DC St. Patrick’s day parade!
The flight itself, though long, was pleasant enough, the excitement enough to keep everyone entertained for the 6-7 hour journey (the fact that I can’t remember the exact time must show how the time flew by!).
On our arrival at Washington Dulles Airport, we encountered a rather unnerving trip from the plane to the terminal in what appeared to be some sort of bus cum spaceship before clearing emigration, collecting our bags, and confessing our possession of apples, sweets, chewing gum and bottled water to the customs officer. We stood waiting for the buses under the “No Parking, No Standing, No Waiting” sign outside the airport, and by the time they had arrived, Kate and Leanna had already found themselves inside a police car!
After a quick – no thanks to “Suzie”, the world’s slowest lift – turnaround at the hostel, we went to dinner at ESPN Zone and the choruses of a less than tuneful “Fields of Athenry” as we walked to and from the restaurant announced to the city that The Irish had arrived!
We were up bright and early the next morning, in full black and uniform for the boys, for our first performance of the trip, at Gonzaga College High School in their huge auditorium. It went very well, or so we believed, until their choir got up to perform for us “completely unrehearsed”. We found it very difficult to understand how, if they were so unprepared, that they had choreographed all their songs with swaying and finger-clicking! After a rather humbling tour of the music department and their “chapel”, which could easily have contained our entire school building, we departed Gonzaga for Grand Union Station, where we had lunch in the food court, and had our first encounters with a real American candy store!
We returned to the hostel to change after lunch, and walked to the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, where we were entertained by the planetarium, flight simulators, displays and of course, gift shop, where one could buy real space food!
After having the rest of the afternoon to relax and rehearse, that evening we had the talent show, which was a great success with talents varying from the legendary “Sandford Boys” song to a somewhat unprepared rendition of “Like I Love You” to backflips to excellent timing when it comes to switching off music to cross-dressing to just good old-fashioned singing a song with a guitar. That evening also contained the most Domino’s Pizza most of us had ever seen in one place, having arrived in bags big enough to fit a full grown person inside!
Friday was the longest day, as we had to get up extra early, and had the most activities that day. We got the buses to Georgetown Visitation, where our first performance of the day was to be. When the students started filing into the – larger than before – auditorium, we realised it was no ordinary day, as most of the girls were dressed as Mario, Luigi and Princess Peach, and while we gathered that it was some sort of funday, when a girl got up to explain to us exactly what it was, her accent was completely unintelligible and none of us had a clue what she was saying! Our performance went extremely well, the boys’ quartet, unsurprisingly, being the best received by the girls. Immediately after our performance in Visitation, the chamber choir and strings had to rush off, as they were playing at the St. Patrick’s day mass in St. Patrick’s Church, which was a considerable distance from the school, and time was very tight. They played very well and while they were off being terribly busy and important the rest of the choir and orchestra got to stay in Visitation and were shown around by the girls, who were ridiculously nice!
After lunch we then walked around the corner to Duke Ellington Academy of Performing Arts, where we waited for the chamber choir and strings to return, however they were delayed, and despite our best efforts to prevent Ellington’s choral group from singing before us, they went ahead. To say we were blown away is a vast understatement. Most of the music they sang had been written by past pupils of the school, and their performance was professional to the point that we all either had goosebumps or our jaws had hit the floor! After their astounding performance – during which chamber and strings arrived – we sang first alone (not as poorly as we had expected either!) and then together with them, led by their truly inspiring conductor.
After Ellington, there was time for a little bit of shopping in Georgetown before going to dinner in Johnny Rocket’s, Eddie’s American cousin, where the staff get up and dance every half hour. After our food, we all got back on the buses, which turned into changing rooms as we were going back to Gonzaga to see their spring musical, West Side Story. Even now I find the whole thing nearly impossible to describe, other than the fact that I was torn between forgetting entirely it was an amateur production and being completely amazed that the actors and actresses – all of whom were also expert singers and dancers, of course – were all our own age, and yet were so professional, and I may be tried for treason for saying so, but it put “Oklahoma!” to shame! At the end of the performance we got an extra round of applause, just for being the best audience all week, and then we all got to go backstage! Absolute pandemonium is the only way I can describe it. At least 120 people backstage, all of whom nearly hysterical, cheering and blinding cast members with camera flashes and singing choruses of “Olé, Olé, Olé”. We had to be torn away from the whole thing, but we had to leave, and at least we got a lie in the following morning, as we were going shopping. Saturday was a long, but fruitful day, and I’m sure Abercrombie and Hollister were just rubbing their hands with glee when they saw the buses full of teenagers pull up. In the evening we went to the cinema, scraping together what was left of our money for popcorn and Twizzlers, and then home to bed as we were up early the next morning for the parade.
Sunday morning dawned grey and, of course, rainy. Nevertheless we decked ourselves out in green, white and orange accessories, and by the time we were ready to go the rain had stopped. The parade was great, very surreal, but a lot of fun at the same time, though we were thoroughly sick of listening to the marching band play “My Favourite Things” by the end of the parade. After some sightseeing around the city, we went to lunch, where we had another mini-performance after eating, and then we went back to the hostel, where we changed and got ready to go bowling in the evening, which was a lot of fun.
We got up on Monday morning, in a slightly more sombre mood than the day before, as we faced the enormous task of packing up everything before we left. Through some miracle it was achieved, and we were on our way to Capitol Hill for a tour. However, Harriet, Aaron and Ms Hearns were not going to be coming with us. They were going to the special St. Patrick’s Day ceremony in the White House! When we arrived at Capitol Hill, after having toured Senator Patrick Kennedy’s office, we sang outside, and though we planned to have a tour of Capitol Hill itself, there unfortunately wasn’t time, so then we went back to Grand Union Station for lunch.
When we got back to the hostel, the havoc started as the bags started coming down from the storage room and everyone was desperate to find their own, but everyone got theirs, and soon we were on the buses, ready to leave. We got to the airport with no trouble, and unbelievably nobody had overweight bags! I would tell you what the flight home was like, but I actually slept for nearly the entire thing, like most of the people, so I’ll have to take the word of the people awake that it was fine.
Washington DC is most definitely one of the best school trips anyone has been on, and none of it would have been possible without the endless work of Ms Hearn and Mr Browner and all the teachers that came with us and helped organise everything. We all had an absolutely amazing time, and it is definitely a life experience to be remembered for a long time.
Shit 3 pages... I better get editing...
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
1/4 blog, 1/2 quotes, 1/4 pure awesomeness
Just thought I'd throw it out there that I'm writing a thing for the yearbook about Washington. We went to Washington DC in March on a music trip, it was amaze.
So yeah Rachael (5th year yearbook editor) wants half a page to 3/4 of a page by last Tuesday. It currently stands at a page and a half and I'm on the second day.
So there will be major editage, except I quite like a lot of what I've written, despite the fact that it's written in school Lisa style. Ah well.
But yeah, before I cut out the in-jokes and irrelevant details, I'm going to put it up as a blog, so it will be somewhere. Just to let you know. Whoever you are. Because nobody ought to be reading this really.
Ah well, if nobody reads it, it can't hurt if I do a bit of plugging:D
Paddy's started a blog! Woo! My plans to have everybody addicted to the internet by the Leaving Cert is well under way!
Also hugs for Kate! Even if she is in Rome, in the arms of some handsome Italian stallion, she needs hugs:P
I've just learned to link, I think it works..
Right really have to go and do that Washington thing now.. it's been about 4 hours since I started this cos I kind of went for dinner half way through..
Oops.
So yeah Rachael (5th year yearbook editor) wants half a page to 3/4 of a page by last Tuesday. It currently stands at a page and a half and I'm on the second day.
So there will be major editage, except I quite like a lot of what I've written, despite the fact that it's written in school Lisa style. Ah well.
But yeah, before I cut out the in-jokes and irrelevant details, I'm going to put it up as a blog, so it will be somewhere. Just to let you know. Whoever you are. Because nobody ought to be reading this really.
Ah well, if nobody reads it, it can't hurt if I do a bit of plugging:D
Paddy's started a blog! Woo! My plans to have everybody addicted to the internet by the Leaving Cert is well under way!
Also hugs for Kate! Even if she is in Rome, in the arms of some handsome Italian stallion, she needs hugs:P
I've just learned to link, I think it works..
Right really have to go and do that Washington thing now.. it's been about 4 hours since I started this cos I kind of went for dinner half way through..
Oops.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Intro?
Wow amazing Lisa's doing a blog.. how original..
Yet another way to avoid homework. Because Youtube, Bebo, Facebook and LiveJournal were just not enough..
Actually I had no idea I even had an account on this thing til I went to leave a comment on Kate's (I'll learn how to link at some stage, you know if this were youtube I could just point at the wrong side and say I'll put it in the video description, but this kind of is it.. wait what? Never mind..)
Oh wait I never finished what I was saying! So yeah, I was leaving a comment on Kate's blog and went to log in with my google account (cos I have every kind of account) and it's like "Welcome Lalalalisa!" and I'm like "WTF?" and then he's like and then she's like... ah the twenty first century style of talking.. you have to love it...
So yeah turned out I had an account, so I'm thinking I might as well. It won't be as good as Kate's, or Daire's, or Conor's (yes I found that too:D) but you know, whatever.
So I've decided I'm putting the Quote Book up. After nearly losing it, only for it to show up inside my Irish book a week later (shows how often I use my Irish book) I realised that if we lose it, we're pretty much fucked. So I started typing it up on my laptop (homework? me? never!) and then I thought, hey, why not put it on the internet for all to see? I mean, I'm already on the internet, so I might as well let people know that I can actually be funny sometimes too!
So yay! Lisa's putting up the Quote Book! Oh and if you don't know what the Quote Book is, which you probably do, it all started in second year, when we started writing down all the quotes from movies/tv shows/ads/comedians/the internet we liked, and therefore said all the time. And over time we started putting in things that we said ourselves all the time, and that eventually evolved into "Funny Things We Say" so that's what it is. We didn't do it last year, which was a total headwreck when it came to TY Diary time and I was trying to fill up space in it with quotes that none of us could remember, so we decided we would start the second one this year, and we've officially reached the middle page today, so it's a momentous occasion all round really.
So yes Quote Book = Funny Things We Say Book (especially when we're hyper, or in Biology.. which is the same thing really..)
Are you ready for in-jokes and things that aren't really funny? Cos I am! Yay!
Oh! Oh! Update! I just got my first slightly hater-ish comment! And I left a reply and now they've replied and I don't know if they're actually retarded or have a really good sense of humor... hmmm... I hope the latter.. for all our sakes..
Lisa out!
Whew! First blog.. was that ok? Ahh! Links!
Kate: http://omgcheckoutkatesblog.blogspot.com/
Daire: http://dairem.blogspot.com/
Conor: http://mr-blue001.blogspot.com/
Wooo!
Yet another way to avoid homework. Because Youtube, Bebo, Facebook and LiveJournal were just not enough..
Actually I had no idea I even had an account on this thing til I went to leave a comment on Kate's (I'll learn how to link at some stage, you know if this were youtube I could just point at the wrong side and say I'll put it in the video description, but this kind of is it.. wait what? Never mind..)
Oh wait I never finished what I was saying! So yeah, I was leaving a comment on Kate's blog and went to log in with my google account (cos I have every kind of account) and it's like "Welcome Lalalalisa!" and I'm like "WTF?" and then he's like and then she's like... ah the twenty first century style of talking.. you have to love it...
So yeah turned out I had an account, so I'm thinking I might as well. It won't be as good as Kate's, or Daire's, or Conor's (yes I found that too:D) but you know, whatever.
So I've decided I'm putting the Quote Book up. After nearly losing it, only for it to show up inside my Irish book a week later (shows how often I use my Irish book) I realised that if we lose it, we're pretty much fucked. So I started typing it up on my laptop (homework? me? never!) and then I thought, hey, why not put it on the internet for all to see? I mean, I'm already on the internet, so I might as well let people know that I can actually be funny sometimes too!
So yay! Lisa's putting up the Quote Book! Oh and if you don't know what the Quote Book is, which you probably do, it all started in second year, when we started writing down all the quotes from movies/tv shows/ads/comedians/the internet we liked, and therefore said all the time. And over time we started putting in things that we said ourselves all the time, and that eventually evolved into "Funny Things We Say" so that's what it is. We didn't do it last year, which was a total headwreck when it came to TY Diary time and I was trying to fill up space in it with quotes that none of us could remember, so we decided we would start the second one this year, and we've officially reached the middle page today, so it's a momentous occasion all round really.
So yes Quote Book = Funny Things We Say Book (especially when we're hyper, or in Biology.. which is the same thing really..)
Are you ready for in-jokes and things that aren't really funny? Cos I am! Yay!
Oh! Oh! Update! I just got my first slightly hater-ish comment! And I left a reply and now they've replied and I don't know if they're actually retarded or have a really good sense of humor... hmmm... I hope the latter.. for all our sakes..
Lisa out!
Whew! First blog.. was that ok? Ahh! Links!
Kate: http://omgcheckoutkatesblog.blogspot.com/
Daire: http://dairem.blogspot.com/
Conor: http://mr-blue001.blogspot.com/
Wooo!
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