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
Sunday, May 25, 2008
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...
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