Where I Come To Be Emo

I miss blogging

2009-11-16T11:57:00.002Z

I do actually. I mean it's a bit of a trek and all that, but I do actually like it. Mostly. I suppose it's a good sign that I haven't been blogging recently because it means I haven't been feeling very emo, which as we all know is when I like to blog. But yeah. Or indeed buchyeh, which is one the like mannerisms I've discovered myself saying a lot when I have to edit it out.

Oh yeah I'm back video making again. Of course you know that, because of the like 3 people that read this, all of you know I make videos, cos that's either how you found me, or you actually know me and so know that I'm doing it. Anyway point is I'm back and I like it.

I'm very nostalgic about the past though, how we used to do it and how people used to be and where we all were with our lives and suchlike. 6th year was such a waste of a year. Like I know we did exams and decided life paths and all that, but like, in the grand scheme of things, we did fuck all. I was listening to my <3 playlist the other day, and like all the songs are from specific times, or remind me of different times like "it's such a fifth year song" etc etc, and realised that all of 3 of them were "6th year songs" out of the 54 on the playlist. So it seems I was so busy not studying enough that I didn't even listen to music.
And I don't remember specifically when, but I think it was about the time of Swine Flu being this big scary killer disease instead of being just a really horrible pain in the ass flu, I was thinking, "I can't possibly die, what if I died and spent the last year of my life in a beige jumper and listless?" Cos that's basically all I did last year. Like whenever I go back to the school (most likely to get a lift) and I go to the window, mum always says after "they all so you look so happy!" and this will be after like a day in college, a walk and that hill! And I still look happier than last year? Dear God what must I have looked like??

But yeah, nostalgia is a wonderful thing. And gathering on the 28th! Woohoo! Of course I have an essay due on the Monday, but I'll just have to get that done in advance, and that's all about it. Oh did I mention I got an A- in my last Children's Lit essay? The one I did on the Saturday before the Monday, so I still felt like I had time. Yeah I'm well pleased. I was proper in shock too, like I had resigned myself to a D, hoping maybe for a C, and I was just like =O. Totally worth the two and half hour wait=D

I'm in the library by the way, where I should be working cos I have oodles and oodles of work to do and exams coming up and suchlike, but I have to hang around for a screening of Hamlet at 5, when I normally finish at 2, so hopefully I'll get some work done then. Hopefully. I just felt like writing a blog, and actually had time to do one, so I did.
The guy next to me in here is hilarious, he keeps looking up any time a girl walks past, which is often=P

I hope he can't read this, that would be tres embarrassing.

Well I'm off anyway. I think I might redesign my page a bit, cos April made me a very sexy background for my Youtube, so I might use it here. If I decide to, you see why it's so sexy;)
Yes I'm very self indulgent, but what's new?

Righty ho, off to play and then work<3

Stealing Kate's Idea

2009-09-13T19:28:00.002+01:00

Yeah so I'm looking at textsfromlastnight.com so I'm going to steal Kate's idea and put up the ones I'm actual loling at, cos I want to share.

(215): i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section

(401): This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?

(857): seriously iPhone. stop autocorrecting all my fucks into ducks. you're making all my strong worded texts look harmless and adorable.

(720): o shit let me call u back theres a hamburger in my pocket

(484): Just heard a guy discussing with someone else the amazing blow job you gave him. I’m in New York. Over 2 hours away from where you live. I have never been more proud.

(850): Are they still out there making out on the couch? How can we get them to leave?
(850): I 'm gonna go stand naked in the kitchen with a knife

(405): Assholes at mcdonalds drive through wouldn't serve us last night even though we said we were on small motorcycles that were to small for them to see and weren't heavy enough for the sensors. We made noises and everything.

(406): my brother is so whacked out on percocet from hurting his legs that he started crying because his belly button was so cute

(734): i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
(1-734): what was she crying about?
(734): i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.

(919): i literally forgot his name and just started calling him "waffles"

(978): i just used the Cadillac of toilet papers. For a minute i actually forgot i was even wiping my ass....i thought i was floating butt first into heaven

(972): some kid came into the principals office and tried to explain what he was sent there for through interpretive dance.

(402): lol whn u cming hre I nd 2 c ur fce
(1-402): IF YOU TEXT ME ONE MORE SHORTENED VERSION OF A WORD, THE ONLY THING YOU'LL SEE IS MY FIST IN YOUR FACE.

(619): you really should stop posting my phone number on craigslist as tranny seeking tranny, last night i answered at family dinner and almost choked on my hot dog
(716): do you not see the irony in that??

(818): I can only speak casual parseltoungue, im not bad though. just the general, "wheres the bathroom?" "open the chamber of secrets" that type of stuff

(250): Ask me how many people I've slept with. Because its changed since I last saw you.
(1-250): I saw you 20 MINUTES AGO. You need to stop this.

(559): Psycho is an understatement. U were running around the house screaming IM UNDER THE IMPERIOUS CURSE !!!!!!!

(440): I wish Morgan Freeman narrated my life.

Look a blog!

2009-09-05T13:31:00.005+01:00

I don't apologise for the lack of blogs, as I've had other less trying things to do, and nothing to write about and all that.

So for the last couple of nights even been having really vivid dreams. But not like normal, with people I know in a wacky situation dreams, but like proper complex people I've never met before type dreams. I'd try to describe some of them for you (cos I know you're dying to hear) but aside from the fact that other people's dreams are NEVER interesting, I can't remember enough of them to make them coherent. Brief snatches of things people said, glimpses of faceless people and our surroundings and just the feeling of "that was a good dream, I hate my alarm clock" is not really worth anything. And most of the time they have been really good, except for a proper scary nightmare I had in Bath, and it was the first one I had in literally ages. But otherwise it's been all good. I just had another one (I woke up about an hour ago)and just felt like writing about it. It was about then I realised that there wasn't much I could say.

And it's reasons like this that I haven't written any blogs in for ages.
Righto I'm off to find some food.

Are Bees Attracted To The Colour Red?

2009-07-08T12:17:00.005+01:00

I think I remember reading that somewhere. It would also explained what just happened.

I have a big red Vodafone box on my windowsill cos that's what the phone I recently had to revert to (screen on my actual phone cracked AGAIN) came in, nad I'm too lazy to find a proper home for it. I just happened to be looking out the window when I saw a bee fly up to my window and sit on it.
"Go away Bee, it's not safe here!" I said, as just yesterday I saw nature in action. Not 5 centimetres from where that bee currently sat another bee landed, when all of a suddenly, a big massive fuck-off spider appeared out of nowhere and wrapped the poor fuzzy bee up in his evil web of spiderlyness. I couldn't watch the rest of it, but all I know is that that particular bee was not on my windowsill when I next opened my window.
So I saw this new bee on my window, and so moved the box to see if the spider was lurking anywhere nearby, and as I lifted the box away and put it down on my bed, the bee flew away. As there was no need to look for spiders I did not really want to see again, I replaced the box, and the bee came back! That's when something in the back of my mind that read an awful lot of trivia type books when it was young said "aren't bees attracted to red?". I moved the box away and the bee went away.

Now I fear that I may have caused the death of that delightful fuzzy bee yesterday, which most upsets me, cos I was scared of that spider, how fucking scary must it have been if it was bigger than you, and you're quite a substantial bee-size?!

So yeah I want to know. Answer me. I'll google it now but just thought I'd share the story.

And I know I haven't been blogging and there's much more to talk about, but as is the way with these things it was far too long to tweet=)

EDIT: Googled. http://www.newton.dep.anl.gov/askasci/gen06/gen06114.htm says:

Bees and Color

name        Mark
status       other
grade        other
location     WA

Question -   Are bee attracted to any particular color. I am
planning to purchase a yellow kayak and was told yellow attracts
bees.  Is there any truth to this?
--------------------------------------
Mark -

I think someone is trying an "old wives tale" on you.  Bees have vision that
is skewed to the blue end of the human visible spectrum.  They do not see
red.  Having spent much time with bees, I have never noticed an attraction
to yellow.  They do, however, sense black (and since black is the absence
of
color, red would appear black to them) as a sign of danger.  It has been
suggested that this is an inborn reaction to the potential danger to their
colonies from predators (bear and other furry animals) that are often
black.
Their reaction to black would be related to the proximity to their hive.
Their sting is generally used only for protecting the homestead.
Bees are more prone to take exception to certain odors than to color.  But
this becomes a very complicated subject and is unlikely to be a factor for
your kayak adventures.
Hornets, wasps, and yellow jackets are potentially a different subject...
though many people wrongly lump these groups together.

Larry Krengel
a Keeper of the Bees
====================================================================
My source says bees don't see red, but can "see" even into the ultraviolet
part of the electromagnetic spectrum that humans can't see into directly,
i.e. neglecting fluorescence. On the other hand, there are other factors
that play important roles. Lumping together bees, hornets and yellow
jackets -- contrast between colors makes a difference even if the insect
only "sees" black and white, and no color at all. Chemical attractants are
important, some detectable by humans as flower fragrance, but I wouldn't be
surprised if there were other chemical attractants humans can't detect. Bees
"dance" at the hive when a forager returns to the hive. It is pretty certain
that they are communicating direction and distance to the source. Soda and
beer attract bees etc. -- the picnic effect -- probably due to CO2, but I
don't think anyone is really sure. Perfumes seem to attract the attention of
these insects, as well as mosquitoes.  For more information see:

http://plantphys.info/Plants_Human/pollenadapt.html

  My guess is you should paint your kayak red, but remember contrast
counts too, so it may make no difference.

Vince Calder
====================================================================
Bees are indeed attracted to yellow, blue, and white objects.  They also
are attracted to colors in the ultraviolet range that we cannot see.
However, I doubt you will have problems with swarms of bees hovering over
your boat.  You may have a curious forager hover around it every once and a
while, but it should not bother you unless you try to smash it.  If you are
really worried, get a red kayak instead.  As near as we can tell (at least
for honeybees), bees can't distinguish red from grey.

Aurora Toennisson
====================================================================

So if anything, I'm actually warning the bees that there's a big scary-ass spider there. *replaces box* Goodo.

Too long to tweet about..

2009-05-26T13:26:00.003+01:00

FFS.
About 15 minutes ago, it was absolutely lashing rain, howling wind etc etc. And I said, by golly I'm hungry, I better go inside (I'm in the office which is a building in and of itself in the garden) and have my lunch now, then start English after lunch. So I made the mad dash across the garden in the rain, and when I got inside, I realised the cleaner was here, and so I couldn't make food til she was gone. So I turned around and shuffle-ran across the wet and frankly dangerous deck, in my birkis, holding up the ends of my tracksuit bottoms back to the office.
I was very cold and wet so turned on my lovely cosy heaters and sat down to do some more work. Of course I didn't do that, I had a little think.
"I actually need to go to the bathroom.. so if she's here now that means she's not going to be gone til 3... I do actually quite need to go to the bathroom... Shh Lisa, you just think that cos you're not allowed go... God I'm reeally hungry... 3 o'clock is literally hours away, I'll never make it... Ok I really really need to go to the bathroom now... But look at that rain! Ah but it could get worse, and you could be trapped in here with no food or bathroom facilities..."
So I decided to make yet another run for it, changed back into my birkis (from my office slippers, which live out here to keep my feet cosy) hoisted up my trousers and ran slamming the door behind me. Of course, the door didn't bloody close did it? No, so I had to go all the way back across, for fear the wind and rain got in and ruined my system. Then I had to go back inside. Take off my very wet shoesies, do the awful squeeze past on the stairs thing with the cleaner, catch sight of my mad "I got caught in heavy rain and now I'm going to dry very curly, even though I'm not actually curly hair" hair in the mirror, go to the bathroom and gather a huge armful of cds for the cd player (this whole "just having my laptop out here for itunes" malarky isn't exactly working out, as you might have guessed), do the awkward shuffle on the landing again, do the pantomime "sneaking thief" walk across the wet hall floor, go into the kitchen and reassess. I needed rations. After a raid of the transportable food in the fridge and pantry, I came away with 2 slices of Charleville white cheddar, a bag of Tayto cheese and onion crisps (which I haven't had in ages and are fabulously delicious, I'm eating them now), a purple snack bar and the last 2 rows of a big Dairy Milk bar. Sufficient food for someone who won't be eating for near on 2 more hours, but I was reeeally hungry. I had a glass of water already in the office, so that was beverages sorted out, now I just needed to balance the motley assortment of items required for study in my arms, while being able to open the doors and protect things from the rain.
I was all organised, and opened the back door, ready for the hit, when I realised it had stopped raining. Of course it had. Nonetheless I made my way carefully across still-slippery deck and out to my little house, which was delightfully warm, thanks to the quick work of the radiators, put on slippers and sat down, and tucked into the cheese.

And now I'm here, writing this blog, not half an hour after this adventure began, and the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and every surface of the garden is bone dry. This is not acceptable. I want to be complimented on my bravery and valour in the face of such obstacles, instead of being told "you stupid girl, you should have just waited". But no I had to act like Jimmy and make a dash for it...

Oh well, at least I got a blog out of it. I had originally intended to tweet about it, but as you can see, you'd just be missing out if I tried to condense it down to the bare facts=P

EDIT: 2.13pm: It's hailstoning!!! Mwahahahahaha!!!

I found an emo poem at the back of a refill pad!

2009-05-22T18:45:00.002+01:00

I wrote this ages ago in Italian I think.. but yeah I found it today and would like to share it with you:

I am a Danish pastry.
You can't tell, because you are a Danish pastry too.
We are all Danish pastries
Living in a bakery.
The bakery of life.
The bakery of pain.
Nuff said.
Word.

=D

2009-05-03T23:48:00.002+01:00

I am so angsty right now, it's actually too angsty to put into a blog. That's quite angsty. Like I'd be embarassed to put it into a blog. That's how emo I feel.

So I shall watch movies til one is sufficiently sad enough to make me cry for the rest of the night til I go to sleep.

Nuff said.
Word.

inorite?

I haven't done a meme in aages..

2009-04-28T18:29:00.002+01:00

Pick an artist and then answer all the questions with a song title=D

Artist:
Lemon Demon

Are you male or female?
Not Applicable

Describe yourself:
Consumer Whore

How do you feel about yourself?
Funniest

Describe where you currently live:
It Can Get Lonely In My Mansion

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Elsewhere

Your favourite form of transportation:
Chu Chu Rocket

Your best friend is:
Deep In The Ocean

Your favourite colour is:
Vanilla

What's the weather like?
Sky Is Not Blue

Favourite time of the day:
The Afternoon

If your life was a tv show, what would it be called?
This Hyper World

What is life to you?
Like A Balloon

What is the best advice you have to give?
What Will Happen Will Happen

If you could change your name, what would it be?
Bill Watterson

Your favourite food is:
Toy Food

Thought for the day:
What's In The Toaster?

How I would like to die:
When Robots Attack

My soul's present condition:
Fine

The faults I can bear:
Subtle Oddities

My motto:
Nothing Worth Loving Isn't Askew

2009-04-23T23:02:00.002+01:00

I miss you, but I can't tell you. I'll never tell you. But I do. If I put it out there it might reach the right person, and I won't have to miss anyone.

I'm supposed to be doing my linking material but I can't.
And I have drama second class, I think she expects it to be learned off.

Ow. My heart feels like I've had too much caffeine when quite the opposite is true. I want to sleep. And cry. Not necessarily in that order.

Disconnected Rambles.. like more than usual

2009-04-20T02:15:00.002+01:00

Random thoughts that I would have put in a random blog had I internet connection, which I didn’t til now..

I haz me a graduation dress!!!! It’s got like a black twisty design at the top, and it’s down to my knee and the dress part is dark blue and black and white in a diamondy sort of pattern, it’s very nice=D And I have lovely blue shoes and a matching bag, but the shoes are quite literally torturous to wear, but look reeeeeeally nice with it!!! I need to lose weight off my feet. Can you do that? Well my big toe on my right foot really, that’s the problem area, but all over probably wouldn’t hurt. My mum tried them on and was like they’re perfect and I was like well yeah, you’re 2 shoe sizes smaller than me!! Of course they’re perfect! It just proves my point. I’m going to try to break them in, but they are mainly plastic based, with shiny satin on top, but I don’t think they’ll have a lot of give. And I need to learn how to walk in them cos I can’t walk in heels, which they are, cos I’ve never had any need to, but these were pretty, and I’ll be taller than everyone anyway, so I might as well make it a decent distance.

Music just sounds better in the dark.

I like really hot showers. Like so hot that it’s almost too hot, but not quite. So when you get out you can see the steam coming off you. I’ve never really thought about how much I detest the cold, but I really do. And I so frequently am cold and all. Perpetually cold nose and feet. I think I will have to move to warmer climes in le future, being all pink all the time is better than only being able to wear like 1/5 of my wardrobe for 9 months of the year. That’d be ok if I was one of these people who was just always pregnant and therefore in maternity wear, but I’m not, so it’s not! I actually get confused when I’m not supposed to wear a long sleeved top under a tshirt with a hoodie and jeans. I actually don’t know what to wear. 7 days a week I go to school wearing the same thing, with a different tshirt, and the jumper depends on the weather, but there’s only like 4 I wear all the time. That’s not cool. I have sooo many clothes, and nearly all of them inappropriate for winter. That and I’m also soo not bothered. Some people (not looking at anyone in particular of course.. you know who you are!!) come into school every day in a different, nice, well-thought-out outfit. Every single day! That means thinking about clothes every single day! Dear oh dear..

Now I see it all. Those two children love each other. Well why not? So much the better. I hope they’ll be very happy. Ah, how I could even have thought...
It didn’t take her long to let the cat out of the bag. I admit I never suspected... in fact the news has quite shaken me. But wait a while, it’s not over yet.
Oh my God, what am I saying? What’s the matter with me? I don’t recognise myself. Have I come to that? What am I doing? I’m trying to give that poor girl away in marriage to an old man! I’m trying to use the doctor... he suspects, makes hints... Then there’s Arkady, and Rakitin. Ah..
But it’s really too much. Me jealous of Vera? Can I be... can I really have fallen in love with him?

First section of my drama piece, you like? The bold is where I went wrong, cos I’m trying to learn it and all, and this was open already and I’m too lazy to do it anywhere else. Woohoo unrequited love. It gets better and all.. but that will have to wait til I learn this section=D

Which though it is some hours later, is now for you people=P

What? Do you still doubt it? Yes, you’re in love you wretched woman! How it happened, I don’t know. It’s as if I’d been poisoned. Suddenly everything’s shattered and confused. He’s afraid of me. Everyone’s afraid of me.
And what could he possibly see in me? What would he want with someone like me? He’s young, and she’s young. And I!
Ah how could he understand me? They’re both silly just as Rakitin says. Ah, that one, I can hardly stand him for being so clever. And Arkady, my good trusting Arkady. Oh God I wish I were dead!
But good heavens, I must be going out of my mind! Why exaggerate after all? Well, alright, I’ve received a blow, I’m not accustomed. It’s the first time I... yes the first time! It’s the first time I’ve been in love!

Poop *goes to learn some more*

I think one of the best things I ever did was buy the CliffsNotes for Jane Eyre, because I cannot possibly bear to read that ghastly book again in its entirety. Detailed summaries will certainly do for me, thank you very much.

You know what’s pretty? “You Lisa” I hear you all chorus, thank you, thank you many fans and admirers, but that’s not what I was referring to. =D
When it’s like evening time, before the sun has gone down, and my bedroom shutters are closed, but the light is coming through in little gold lines on my wall/wardrobe depending on the time of year. It’s all golden and lovely and makes me happy inside.

Just watched last episode of the first series of the American Office, which I <3 even though I hadn’t been expecting to, and it turns out I hadn’t seen that episode, and it features none other than Oscar Nominated Actress Amy Adams! She’s so purty! I also do rather want to marry Jim Halper. Although I’m sure John Krasinski or whatever his name is (note to self, check his name) is rather wonderful, and that Emily Blunt is desperately happy, but I know Jim quite well at this stage, and I do believe we’d make a lovely couple. I really ought to add him to my list of fictional characters you would. Even if he does have an actor and all that, and that’s why he’s so tall. Also have a soft spot for Ryan, or BJ as we call him, that being his name and all. You know he writes it? I know, he’s very clever is our BJ. He reminds me so much of someone but don’t know who and it’s really starting to annoy me. Particularly as I think the person he’s reminding me of is himself in a different episode.. and that is very sad indeed..

I’ve been listening to a lot of DFTBA Radio in the last 2 weeks, cos I have the podcasts, and it’s reeeally good! The music is awesome, and I have 2 new musgasmic songs for you all: Exterminate Rengenerate by Chameleon Circuit, awesome awesome awesome music, even if you don’t know anything about Dr Who like mee, still verrrry good=D And the other is Stalingrad by Michael Aranda, which is what all the Russian techno lastfm keep recommending me just wishes it could be, like a lot of it is good, but another lot of it is very very bad, like it’s just noise. And I don’t often say that about music. But yes, go subscribe to the podcasts on the itunesage just search dftba radio, or go to the website, which I haven’t actually been to yet, I just downloaded these and buggared off, but its dftba.com. Cos there’s much more awesome music that I haven’t mentioned yet, in them and it’s fun and all and Todd has such an excellent voice for radio, and that Caitlin girl seems lovely tooXD

Just made a playlist of songs that are made of awesome. Like the 5 star songs that make you wish there was a higher rating than 5 stars to give them. Those songs. So far I have 49, which I will now tell you, cos the theme of deception in Macbeth just does not interest me.
So in alphabetical order:
Ache - James Carrington
Adieu - Enter Shikari
Badman - NSG
Ben Bernanke - Lemon Demon
Breathe Me - Sia
Candy Girl - Soviet
Dark Blue - Jack’s Mannequin
Decode - Paramore
Eels - The Mighty Boosh
Eve’s Beach - Dave Reardan
Eyes On Fire - Blue Foundation
Facades - Philip Glass
Get Smashed Gate Crash - Hadouken!
Glory Box - Portishead
Gorecki - Lamb
Hate Me - Blue October
He’s A Pirate - Pirates of the Carribean
The Heart Asks Pleasure First - Michael Nyman
Helena - My Chemical Romance
Hold Me Closer - NSG
I Giorni - Ludovico Einaudi
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
I Will Follow You Into The Dark (cover) - Blue Skies
I. Lento—Sostenuto Tranquillo Ma Cantabile (1st Movement of Symphony of Sorrowful Songs) - Henryk Gorecki
Inside - Blue Skies
Iris - Blue Skies
Kiss Britney’s Boyfriend - Titus Jones
Lucky - Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat
Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic at the Disco
(Mucho Mambo) Sway - Shaft
Natural Anthem - The Postal Service
No More - Alex Day
The River Flows In You - Yiruma
Santa Maria (Del Buen Ayre) - Go Tan Project
Sea Of Love - Cat Power
Skins Theme Tune - Fat Segal
Sound Of Pulling Heaven Down - Blue October
Such Great Heights - The Postal Service
Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
Telekinesis - Lemon Demon
That Boy That Girl - Hadouken!
Theme From The Mighty Boosh
There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet - Panic at the Disco
Unintended - Muse
Untrust Us - Crystal Castles
Word Disassociation - Lemon Demon
You Can Call Me Al - Paul Simon
5 Years Time - Noah & The Whale
18th Floor Balcony - Blue October

Woohoo! Yay for awesome music! And Exterminate Regenerate and The Witch’s Song will be on there quite literally the second I have them=D

Written on Sunday 12th April, at 3.01 am, the feelings may not be the same, but chances are, they are

2009-04-20T02:13:00.001+01:00

OMFG.

What a fucking bitch.

For fuck’s sake.

Who does that?????

IS SHE BLIND????????????????

It’s the last day of the poor guy’s fucking holidays, and you fucking do this you absolute fucking bitch???????

I swear to God, if I ever meet Sarah from Hull, I’ll fucking kick her face in. I swear to fucking God. And if by some fantastic chance of fate, you’re reading this, fucking watch out, cos I have a lot of fucking rage right now.

Oh my God you didn’t see him.

I actually wanted to cry and hug him at the same time.

Jesus.

Oh my god.

WHO FUCKING DOES THAT????????

The only acceptable reasons involve Johnny Depp, Henry Cavill or Dave from Blue Skies, only those.. or Noel Fielding.. or Russell Brand.. or whoever’s in your Guilt-Free Three.. or
Five in my case.

Oh my Jesus, I want to meet whoever is responsible for this, cos he must be the tallest, best looking, funniest, nicest guy in the whole fucking world for this to be fucking acceptable. WHICH IT FUCKING ISN’T!!!!!!!

Not only did you do that to him, you fucking bitch, but you also ruined our evening!!!!!!!!!

MY NIGHT OUT WAS RUINED BECAUSE YOU HAD TO BE SUCH A FUCKING WHORE AND CHEAT ON YOUR FUCKING FANTASTIC BOYFRIEND/SCORE-BUDDY/WHATEVER RIDICULOUS ARRANGEMENT YOU HAD THAT YOU COULDN’T EVEN KEEP TO COS YOU’RE A FUCKING WHORE AND DO QUITE LITERALLY NOT DESERVE TO LIVE ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You broke his heart and ruined my night. Your fucking days are fucking numbered.
I HADN’T EVEN GONE UP TO DANCE YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my God. He was so devastated. I wanted to cry. So did he, very clearly. I really wanted to tell him I’d been there, but I couldn’t, cos I hadn’t. He had actual claim on her, she was actually not abiding to the terms of whatever agreement they had. Oh my God, and before he was so annoyed cos she hadn’t texted him back. God.

And YOOOOOOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! Miss I’ll-inform-you-on-the-last-night-of-your-holidays-that-Sarah’s-been-galavanting-while-you-were-away-and-I’m-not-lying-cos-I’ve-been-there-and-I-wouldn’t-do-that-to-you-even-though-I-do-quite-fancy-you-what-with-me-being-a-living-female-with-eyes-and-all-and-so-it-would-quite-suit-me-if-things-didn’t-work-out-between-the-two-of-you-as-I-like-every-girl-in-Hull-or-indeed-anywhere-would-be-more-than-happy-to-get-stuck-in!!!!! He’ll be home in 26 hours!!!! Fucking wait til then to go informing him of her misdeeds yeah??!!!!

He’s trying to enjoy the last night of his holidays here!!!

I was getting him good and drunk!!!

We were having a good fucking time!!!!

I am so fucking angry right now!!!!!

Why would anyone do this to him??? If you saw, if you fucking saw what he was like!!! Absolutely fucking devastated!!!

And what did I say when I hugged him? “bye, see you tomorrow”.

Not, I’m so fucking angry, I’ll fly back to Hull now and beat the shit out of her. Or alternatively, write a very angry blog on the subject

Not I’m so sorry, I hope you’re ok, or anything supportive.

I’m so fucking useless in any sort of serious situation.

Oh my fucking god.

What a fucking night.

Is it possible, to have one night out, in any country, with any set of friends, where somebody doesn’t get in a fight, or have relationship problems, or indeed general problems, or isn’t desperately annoying. Can anyone do that ever????

What a fucking bitch.

On so many fucking levels.
(If I had internet, this would be published at 3.31am, but I don’t, so it’s not. Also if I had internet, I would be currently sending a great deal of hate mail to this girl’s facebook. I might link her to this actually. Fucking blind, fucking deaf, fucking sense-of-humor-less, fucking UGLY COW!!! DID I MENTION SHE WAS UGLY?? I DON’T THINK I DID!!! COS IT’S SURE AS HELL WORTH MENTIONING THAT SHE DOESN’T DESERVE HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!)

EDIT: Jesus Lisa. I must have been quite angry alright.

Dedicated To A Special Someone

2009-04-20T02:08:00.002+01:00

Originally written: Tue 7 April 2009 00:17 am
Uploaded now cos of internettage

Mmhmmhmmhmm,
Mmhmmhmmhmm,
So this is love,
Mmhmmhmmhmm,
So this is love,
So this is what makes life divine.
I’m all aglow,
Mmhmmhmmhmm,
And now I know,
- And now I know,
The key to what heaven is like.
My heart has wings,
Mmhmmhmmhmm,
And I can fly,
I’ll touch every star in the sky.
So this is the miracle,
That I’ve been dreaming of,
Mmhmmhmmhmm,
Mmhmmhmmhmm,
So this is love.
<3

Oh get a life.

collapses

2009-04-03T01:42:00.002+01:00

It is one thing to pack my bag to go on holidays.
It is another thing to pack my bag to go on holidays, when I have school the next day and will need some of those books in class but also to bring them away with me, stress, stress.
Additional stress includes a test to study and an essay to finish.

This is quite a busy evening. Throw in the fact that I have to quite literally empty my bathroom, and tidy my room for the first time in months, you can imagine what it's like.

I also have to put sheets over everything, cos apparently pulling the floor up creates a lot of dust. I'm telling you it cannot be as bad as the dust that is already on that floor where my shelves and crap were. Good grief I've been sneezing as it is, I don't need the extra motivation.

So yeah I had my Irish oral today and it was fine. She asked loads about my house, cos I was saying that there are a lot of seantithe galanta i mo cheantar, and I think she thought mine was one of them, she was like do you have loads of bedrooms? And I like did my line on having my own bathroom and all that and with all the girls it's important to have our own bathrooms, but like we talked for what seemed like ages about it. I barely got to throw in my April san Iodail story! But yeah seems like it was fine. But I'm totaly wrecked now, cos it was supposed to be on yesterday, but she was running mad late, and after waiting on tenterhooks all day I didn't even get to go in.

There's more things I want to talk about but I'm totally wrecked now and it's two, so I'm going to go to sleep. I'll see if we can hack Emily's internet when we get out there, and I might be able to blog properly there. You know if I get internet in Lanzarote, I will have like no reason to ever come back.

Ok hurt my neck yawning so much, so sleep now<3

Can you tell my favourite colour is blue?

2009-03-29T23:09:00.004+01:00

Yeah you may have noticed I did a bit of literal spring cleaning around the place, well the virtual place. I added some widgies (I know they're widgets, but widgies is much more fun to say) on your left there, yes I saw most of them on other people's and wanted them myself, but that's how life is. You may also notice I have a new picture up there. I want to live there. I don't know where there is, as I found it using that Multicolr Search Lab thing D recommended (and I went through all your old blogs trying to find the link and all.. it took ages! Boy howdy you like to blog!! There's like thousands of them!) so yeah.. long parenthesis.. But yes. I want that picture. I want to be it. I want to live in it. I want to feed it to puppies. I want to take it out to dinner. And rainbows. I just felt like saying that.

I feel really like blogging. But I don't have anything to say. Other than I feel really sick. And I am literally going to eat carrots and cucumbers for the rest of the week. On the upside I have an almost perfect blogging playlist now. There's only about 20 songs on it, but they're goodies fo sho.

Oh and I'm totally scarred by the things I saw here. They're not there any more though. Cos I went to show April, and they were gone. I had to miss like 45 minutes of study cos of the damage done to me after seeing that. And we dirtied Jaimie's iPhone with its dirtyness. There are some things you never need to see. That was one of them.

This is such a good playlist for blogging. I can't wait til my next bout of angst. Sitting here I could be a fat version of May. I need to recreate a lot of this for linking material actually. Read over old bloggies etc. That'll be a fun day.

Think I might do a bit more history now. But I'm so tired=(

CALLING ALL LATIN NERDS!!!!

2009-03-28T18:07:00.005Z

Go here:
http://tinyurl.com/ddnk9x

Immediately! You will I promise absolutely lulz your socks off<3

Being Deep

2009-03-20T23:34:00.001Z

Conversazione del mio personal message sul msn:

Lalage says: (23:25:48)
But yes.. if you have any rocks, throw them at boys=D

Kevin says: (23:26:22)
that's not fair
Kevin says: (23:26:31)
now if I find a rock I have to run away from myself
Kevin says: (23:26:48)
and no matter how fast I run I'll always be right there
Kevin says: (23:26:50)
with a rock!

Lalage says: (23:27:04)
It's like a metaphor for life
Lalage says: (23:27:20)
Or something

Kevin says: (23:27:22)
running away from yourself cos you have a rock in your hand?
Kevin says: (23:27:33)
ah but of course, my dear!
Kevin says: (23:27:51)
aren't we ALL running away from ourselves cos we have rocks in our hands and we'll throw them at ourselves?
Kevin says: (23:28:15)
society is self-destructive on a certain level; you could make SUCH modern art out of this

We are like, so deep=P

Meltdown

2009-03-20T21:03:00.002Z

First they changed the tagliatelle, and I did not speak out because I did not eat tagliatelle.
Then they changed the chicken tikka, and I did not speak out because I did not eat chicken tikka.
Then they changed my Sticky Chilli Chicken... and there was no one to speak out for me...

Not only that. Not only have they taken away the one beauty of staying home on a Friday night (aside from new QI) not only have they taken away the most foodgasmic meal known to mankind. But now. But now. They take away my Sweet and Sticky Ribs. Officially the nicest sauce on the earth, has been "improved".

STOP FUCKING IMPROVING THINGS THAT DON'T FUCKING NEED TO BE IMPROVED!!!! WE ALL KNOW IT'S FUCKING UNHEALTHY, IF I WANTED A HEALTHIER OPTION, I WOULDN'T BE EATING FUCKING READY MADE FUCKING MARKS AND FUCKING SPENCERS FOOD WOULD I????????? I HAVE LITTLE ENOUGH IN THIS LIFE, WHY TAKE AWAY MY LAST JOYS????? WHY TAKE THE ONE FUCKING THING THAT FUCKING MEANS FUCKING ANYTHING TO ME ANYMORE??? WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS??? SERIOUSLY!!!! THIS FUCKING YEAR I DO NOT NEED TO BE DENIED FOOD!!!!!! GIVE ME MY FUCKING FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like food.

There is no way you could understand how angry I am about this.

Don't you dare say "it's just food".

I kill you.

cough cough cough cough cough

2009-03-14T18:21:00.002Z

Sorry about the coughing but that is literally all I have been doing, all the live long day.

I like my own room in study though, fun for chatsies.

It seems that everyone and their mother has got an iphone now. Not me, just my mother. Who got a new ipod for Christmas, which she didn't need, cos her other one was working fine. Yes this is my technologically challenged, afraid of the internet mother. She's been better recently but fucking Jesus, an iphone is a bit much for somebody who needed neither a new phone, nor a new ipod!!! You know who needs a new phone and a new ipod? ME!!! You know who would actually make the most of apps and stuff? ME!!!

But don't worry, I'll have one for Summer in the City. Because if I get the results I want, I'll be getting an iphone and the fact that that weekend is rechecks weekend will mean little to me. If I don't get the results I want, I won't get an iphone, won't be going to Summer in the City, cos I'll need to get my papers checked, will be waiting for my papers to come back til October, so will have missed all the freshers/foreigners orientation at Queens if I get in, or I won't get in and not get my number 2, will probably have not gotten into drama at Trinity cos of lack of commitment, and so will either be doing the new English and Drama course at UCD... or Arts in UCD... and no offense to anyone who wants to do that, but I think I'll take a year out and go find a bedsit for out of work youtubers...

So no pressure then.

I'm selfish and materialistic, and if you don't know this by now, you should probably stop reading these.. or being my friend altogether.. I'd just annoy you..

I think I'll start my history research topic this evening.

50th Post.. traditional perhaps

2009-03-14T01:11:00.004Z

Yeah. FFS.

I mean seriously.

I am so too mature for this, I mean Tom Felton is following me on Twitter. I am a grown up who is too big - in every sense of the word - for this nonsense.

I mean Jesus.

Like.

UGH!!!

I try so hard to do well and then it's just impossible. It is now anyway.

Ugh.

I suppose it's appropriate.

I still don't understand though.

I mean, how?? WHY??? Guk..

FFS.

Oh well sure. Of course. Fucking typical.

Jesus.

Oh Lisa, you sad sad little girl. You should be better than this. I raised you better than this. What did we talk about?

FAIL

Of course.

No more blog I think.

Don't worry children just this one, not in general.

And don't ask what this is about, and if you think you know, you don't=)

Emo Poetry

2009-03-01T17:02:00.003Z

I didn't feel like doing any work in study today, so I didn't. Instead I wrote emo poetry for Emma. View:

(When it had started raining)

The rain is like tears.
My tears.
Tears of blood.
On my heart.
I cry pain and sorrow.
Disturbing study.
Study disturbs me.
To Death.
Nuff said.
Word.

(When the sun came out)

The sun cuts through the clouds.
Like my craft knife into my skin.
When I cry, my skin cries.
Blood.
Nuff said.
Word.

(Emma wanted me to write an epic love poem)

My love for you burns like
the sun on my pale emo skin.
When I see you, it feels like
Your heavily gloved and bejewelled hand
Reaches inside my empty chest
And grasps my bleeding heart.
When I talk to you, it feels like
You pull it from me
With the force of my love.
Which is strong.
Strong like my love.
As strong as my self-hatred.
Strong.
Like my burning love.
It burns.
Like the hell I'm bound for.
Because nobody loves me.
Not even you.
I love like the silent tears on my face.
Silently.
But strong..
..ly..
Nuff said.
Word.

(After Emma rejected my poetic advances)

You throw my poetry back in
My face.
Your face.
HA.
How do you like me now bitch??
Your dismissal tortures me
Mit Brennender Storge
In my soul.
Nuff said.
Word.

German is the real language of love<3

screams slams door

2009-02-03T22:38:00.002Z

Just a brief snow-related anecdote.

Heather, Kate and I (I'm sure you don't mind name use, it isn't libellous is it? Oh I make myself lol) were about to leave the 6th form centre, to you know leave, so I open the door, and I'm faced with a bunch of Sandford boys. Not unusual for a Tuesday afternoon, true, but these ones had snowballs. So we go to walk out the door, they noticed I opened it and all turn and with warcries start throwing the snowballs. Luckily, as soon as they turned, I screamed and slammed the door.
Over the next 10 minutes, we opened the door a crack and they would all still be there, with more ammunition, and we were inside, and so had none with which to retaliate=(
Not amusing to those of you who weren't there, but it was funny at the time.

*Epic Wins, If You Will*

Ben knocking on the door saying "It's the police!" like a bad strippogram
Having just closed the door again, Heather asking "Have they gone?" while a snowball, which I had seen coming, hit the closed door with a resounding thump, like she had asked it, the snow ball=)
Aiveen trying to get in the door, and us not letting her, and as she got in, everyone crowding around, throwing snow into the 6FC, and Kate, who was behind me (although I may have screamed and run away) explicably covered in snow as a result
Yelling at the door "Let Us OOUUUUTT!!!!" while they tried to knock in an official sort of way so we would answer the door
Rachael suggesting we gather the snow on the carpet they had thrown in to make our own snowballs
Trying to sneak out the back door and seeing Mrs Healy giving out to them *lulz*

Yeah I think that was it. But it was really funny at the timeXD

Plus I didn't have a camera, so I don't have any deep and moving pictures of snow like everyone else. EVERYONE ELSE!

<3

sigh

2009-02-01T23:20:00.005Z

I miss people.

I miss seeing people, in real life, not through a haze of alcohol, and not in Dundrum.

I miss people I haven't seen in ages, and I miss people I see often.

I miss people I used to talk to but don't anymore. One of those in particular. But no matter, he'll come back soon enough. He always does. He better. *shakes fist*

I miss the semi-freedom of last year. It wasn't so much going out as being able to be on my laptop whenever I wanted to. And I know it was a really bad idea and all that, but it was so much better to be able to write blogs when I felt like it, read blogs, and make videos, and watch videos! Remember that? When I watched videos???

My o key is being totally retarded and I have to keep going back to redo it. Twice in that last sentence.

I miss having a life. I was looking at my TY Diary today, I mean we were losers, and soo young, but at least we went out and had lives, and talked to each other and stuff.

I want a life. I want it to be summer now, but not this summer, cos this summer is the end (and beginning blah blah blah) of life as we know it, and we'll be grown ups. But I want it to be the sort of summer that's warm (or even mild) and dry, and we can go to the park or town or anywhere, and wear flipflops and sunglasses, and just walk around with each other, having a damn awesome time.

I want to stay up all night, and watch the sunrise and go to bed at 7 in the morning and get up at 3 in the afternoon.

And I actually miss my get skinny walks in the park, cos it was always so pretty and sunny and lovely, and it was bonding time with Ringo, which I don't get enough of anymore.

I just want to be able to do something enjoyable again, without the "shouldn't you be studying?" voice there. And by the time I'll be able to, it will almost be too late. We'll already be grownups.

And it occured to me today as I was perusing the classic quotebook (which is just so cringy it's ridiculous), we're not going to have a quotebook anymore. Like when we put up the last of the quotes on the internet, after summer presumeably, that will be it. No more quotebook.

And now I'm crying. Smooth Lisa.

But like, no quotebook!!!!

Can we not like finish school, and have the rest of life be an infinite summer?

I'm so having a Peter Pan moment right now.

And by the way, Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation is quite literally the soundtrack to my life. Like 30 times in the last month, according to my itunes here. Also Sea of Love by Cat Power. Yays.

Oh life, will you ever be less full Leaving Cert??
Life: Yes, but first we must have some more Leaving Cert!!!

I really want a hug. Not even a tall person hug, though that would be preferable, just a hug from someone, my heart is hurting and not like it does after a steep hill. Har har har, Lisa made a fitness based joke.

But it is.

And it's cos I miss you<3

Un Sogno

2009-01-31T17:51:00.003Z

A little bloggerino just before I go back to studying..

I had a very odd but good dream this morning. Full of the things that make dreams awesome. Time travel, heartache, an Italian lady whose eyebrows got smaller as she aged, a love interest, panoramic views from very high up in leather seats in front of a huge plate glass window, a very nice grey coat, an abandoned cottage in the countryside that was clearly not in Ireland, a train, confusion with lifts, deja vu, and a cinematic ending that was tragic and cliched in equal measure, but mostly tragic for me.. though it didn't quite make sense..

Ah I love dreams. And that's a much more interesting way of describing one than having to listen to the whole dream start to finish, which can get dull for someone who wasn't there and wouldn't really get it anyway. And it was a long dream.

<3

Personal Statement, naffness for your reading pleasure.. ish...

2009-01-14T20:16:00.003Z

It may sound clichéd to say that I’ve had an interest in English and drama all my life, but I literally have. I’m told that when I was young, my favourite thing would be to listen to the adults just talking, absorb words and repeat them (some more appropriate than others!). My mum was also key in giving me an interest in reading, having been told by her uncle “You can’t force them to be readers” she certainly did her very best, and it worked for me. I have always loved reading from Flip and Flop, to The Secret Seven, to Harry Potter, to Pride and Prejudice, to Twilight, to Paper Towns, and more or less everything in between. Writing has also been one of my passions, and I’ve always loved writing anything down, especially stories, which have thankfully matured since the mermaid and princess stories of my youth. I’ve also kept diaries, however infrequent, almost since I learned how to write, and I now keep more regular blogs on the internet, which I keep as coherent as I can, when they’re not rife with teenage angst of course.

As far as I’m aware, as long as I’ve loved reading and writing, I’ve loved drama and acting. I started going to a drama class when I was six and absolutely loved it. After receiving a distinction in my first drama exam I moved to an “advanced class”, in which the teacher was terrifying, and only my absolute commitment to drama kept me from dropping out. When I went into secondary school, I started drama lessons there and it was a very different, much more positive experience. However, since there are only two people in a group I do miss working in a larger group, and putting on productions, so I always try to get involved in musical, play or otherwise whenever I can. Last year I also had my first experience of working backstage, as stage manager for a play our school entered in a competition (and won), and I really enjoyed it, and would like to have some more experience in that area.

My other hobbies, outside of drama and reading and writing, would be standard teenage answers, I love music – and though I do well in solo singing and choirs, unfortunately I can’t play an instrument – and I love going out with my friends and travelling. I’ve been lucky enough to go to some amazing places with my family, and I have a very long list of other places I want to see someday too! Another of my less common hobbies is video-blogging. I make videos about anything I feel like and post them on YouTube, and while it may sound like quite an odd activity, there are so many good aspects, one of the main ones being I have made amazing friends from all over the world through it, by getting in touch with fellow video-bloggers and I’ve actually met several of them at YouTube get-togethers and count them friends for life. As well as the social aspect, YouTube has also greatly improved the computer skills that I had not learned as part of my ECDL, particularly with video and sound editing software, on both PCs and Macs; as well as refining my communication skills, by being able to get across my meaning clearly and eloquently, and not taking a 9 minute video to do so!

I also frequently babysit for friends and neighbours, as I get on well with children, and feel responsible enough to look after them.

As a person I am very friendly and like meeting new people, and I’m rather enthusiastic about things, which people can sometimes find a little surprising, but when they get to know me, I’m kind, have a great sense of humour, and am a really good friend and person to be around in general. I am mostly organised, helped by the fact that I am a bit of a stationary fiend, and like to know that everything has its place, wherever it is.

I haven’t decided what I want to do after I finish university, I think perhaps something media-based, but at the moment as I’m not absolutely sure, I can’t think of a better thing to do than read two of my favourite things for the next four years.

I had to keep cutting it down, it was a killer..

OMFG

2008-12-08T23:04:00.003Z

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

A Rant

2008-12-01T23:43:00.003Z

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=/

Yep yep yep yep yep

2008-12-01T19:35:00.004Z

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;)

Oldish Posts From Elsewhere

2008-11-23T22:14:00.002Z

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???

Yes yes I know

2008-11-23T18:03:00.003Z

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!

No time...

2008-09-12T23:26:00.002+01:00

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!!!

Back..

2008-07-06T02:53:00.003+01:00

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.

The Friend Zone

2008-06-27T19:55:00.002+01:00

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.

=(

2008-06-27T02:43:00.003+01:00

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.

Free Advertising

2008-06-24T17:56:00.001+01:00

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

Egad

2008-06-24T04:00:00.001+01:00

I've said it before and I'll say it again.

Absolutely fucking typical.

I am not a smart girl.

No I haven't gone to bed yet

2008-06-14T03:07:00.001+01:00

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!

think of a title for this and you get a hug

2008-06-14T01:58:00.004+01:00

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..

dun dun duuuunnnnn

2008-06-11T00:19:00.002+01:00

You know something is wrong when you don't feel like going on the internet.

=o

Ok, here's the proper blog=)

2008-06-09T16:51:00.004+01:00

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.

Questionable Eating Habits..

2008-05-25T16:44:00.002+01:00

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

Wanted: One Editor

2008-05-22T18:55:00.004+01:00

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

Write what you know

2008-05-21T22:27:00.002+01:00

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

Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December...

You know why that song is so cool? Cos my birthday is in December=D

Listening to: Anastasia

Irish and Biology

2008-05-19T19:28:00.003+01:00

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

Three posts in a day???? This one is about music.. and those people..

2008-05-18T23:31:00.004+01:00

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>:<

Pride

2008-05-18T19:53:00.002+01:00

Simon G updated his relationship status.
Simon G is now In a Relationship.

I'm quite literally bursting with pride.

I really really really REALLY need a life of my own.

SOON!!!!!!!

Playlist: Paddy's 18th Playlist
Song: Dragonsteas Din Tei - Ozone

So cold...

2008-05-18T16:38:00.003+01:00

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=(

sigh

2008-05-14T19:41:00.002+01:00

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!

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

A Real Blog Entry?

2008-05-11T00:25:00.005+01:00

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.

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:)

Washington thing I wrote for the yearbook

2008-05-01T09:37:00.002+01:00

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...

1/4 blog, 1/2 quotes, 1/4 pure awesomeness

2008-04-30T20:47:00.004+01:00

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.

Intro?

2008-04-23T19:26:00.000+01:00

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!

Where I Come To Be Emo

I miss blogging

Stealing Kate's Idea

Look a blog!

Are Bees Attracted To The Colour Red?

Bees and Color

Too long to tweet about..

I found an emo poem at the back of a refill pad!

I haven't done a meme in aages..

Disconnected Rambles.. like more than usual

Written on Sunday 12th April, at 3.01 am, the feelings may not be the same, but chances are, they are

Dedicated To A Special Someone

*collapses*

Can you tell my favourite colour is blue?

CALLING ALL LATIN NERDS!!!!

Being Deep

Meltdown

*cough cough cough cough cough*

50th Post.. traditional perhaps

Emo Poetry

*screams* *slams door*

*sigh*

Un Sogno

Personal Statement, naffness for your reading pleasure.. ish...

OMFG

A Rant

Yep yep yep yep yep

Oldish Posts From Elsewhere

Yes yes I know

No time...

Back..

The Friend Zone

=(

Free Advertising

Egad

No I haven't gone to bed yet

*think of a title for this and you get a hug*

*dun dun duuuunnnnn*

Ok, here's the proper blog=)

Questionable Eating Habits..

Wanted: One Editor

Write what you know

Irish and Biology

Three posts in a day???? This one is about music.. and those people..

Pride

So cold...

*sigh*

A Real Blog Entry?

Washington thing I wrote for the yearbook

1/4 blog, 1/2 quotes, 1/4 pure awesomeness

Intro?

collapses

cough cough cough cough cough

screams slams door

sigh

think of a title for this and you get a hug

dun dun duuuunnnnn

sigh