It is near the end of 2008, and what a beautiful year it has been !! I can honestly say I have a had a ball. Sure, there has been up's and down's, but the up's were more plentiful and memorable. (: (: (:
It may have been my attitude upon truning seventeen perhaps, and my insistence that seventeen is to be the best year for me. Which I relish, because I still have 5 months left of this glorious age!!
Good things:
Seeing Jimmy Eat World play live last February.
Robert's 21st where the drink was flowing,
Turning seventeen,
Getting that horrible mutated lump removed from my right hand [only for another to grow on my left hand!!]
The formation of The Tripod and the lifestyle we have chosen,
Puebles Ingles. First trip to a foreign country alone.
The Gaeltacht. As terrible as it was at times, it has some dear memories for me,
The World Street Performence Championships, which were aweing! Charlie Caper really made an impression, as did the english gents,
First term of the leavin cert. I honestly think that I am the only person in Ireland excited about it, but what's not to be excited about?? After those mere 28 hours of testing, our worlds are opened and we go to college!! It's fantastic!!! As hard as the decision of what to do is, I know the hours of serious thinking will pay off in the end,
Trinity open day, more fun than one would have imagined,
The Tripods ventures out to Old Head,
Michelle's 18th. As sick as I flt, it was fun!
The release of the Twilight movie [How fangirl am I that that made my list of happies?? Lol!]
Getting my tattoo. Which I do not regret, because this s my year!
My labret piercing. A little crooked, which pisses me off but I have looked past!
Una's wedding in Italy. A short and sweet trip, but good!
learning how to drive. Let's just ignore the little accidents Ive had!!
Stefanies's 18th. I'm glad she enjoyed it so much..
Dropping art, it was a sham that I was in the class in the first place,
my job. As much as it sucks sometimes the people there are lovely, and the friends I have made. Good.
Making peace with my former enemy, the colour yellow.I am sorry I hated it for so long, it was uncalled for! I have taken off my rose tinted glasses.
Not so groovy things:
Having to put Dino down. My poor dog wog!!!
That cuntish surgeon who was all "Its prolly just cramps" HARD TOP COINFUSE THE TWO, JACKASS.
And that is it!! Whooooo!!! I think. Memory fails me.
And now, 2009. Which has sucked so far due to my undesired illness. Except for those first few celebratory hours, 2009 is teaching me a lesson. It realised that I was heading down an insane road and did what was necessary. 600 points, here I come!!!!!
"Damn it"
"What?"
"He SAID he was vingt. Vingt!!"
"Yeah, and?"
"He so wasn't.."
"Oh.."
"That lieing french fucker!!!"
"...."
"I love him..."
LOL.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Noice
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Midterm!!
Midterm midterm midterm!!
Sweet! I definitely deserve this week off, I have simply been working sooooooo hard, its is extremely exhausting living my life!
*Snort* In reality, I am such a slacking waste that it physically hurts!
Finished this side of the term with a biology test. And it was brutal! Even though I spent a solid hour directly before the test reading nothing but the three page chapter the offending exam was on, I completely blanked upon recieving my paper. Nooo ideaa. But I soldiered on! Question one, three words in, my pen stops working.. Not a good fecking start! Anyways, my diagram was horrific, my graph had a blank X axis. Ms Finucane recognised my struggles when collecting the tests and left me with it, giving me extra time. She entertained the rest of the class with some riddles, but of course I had to take part!! Moments later, the bell rang out. Ms Finucane was distracted, I saw my chance. I jammed my horrific joke of an answer sheet into my bag and pretty much scuttled out of the room.
Muah ha ha.. In all hoesty though, it is so much easier this way. I know exactly how terribly I had done, I do not need her to see that aswell!
I just don't understand it though. I try so hard with biology. Yet the information just seems to drop out of my head straight away. Its so frustrating...
OH WELL!!! I can get past this ;)
I also got my car insurance transferred. The woman who helped me was extremely lovely and even better, had a Donegal accent. I was getting giddy just listening to her. I love northern accents!!! Now I can pimp drive around the place as much as I want. Fiat Puntos are so badass.
I am really liking my new blog colours right now. The world, and my layout, have become much brighter places...
Sweet! I definitely deserve this week off, I have simply been working sooooooo hard, its is extremely exhausting living my life!
*Snort* In reality, I am such a slacking waste that it physically hurts!
Finished this side of the term with a biology test. And it was brutal! Even though I spent a solid hour directly before the test reading nothing but the three page chapter the offending exam was on, I completely blanked upon recieving my paper. Nooo ideaa. But I soldiered on! Question one, three words in, my pen stops working.. Not a good fecking start! Anyways, my diagram was horrific, my graph had a blank X axis. Ms Finucane recognised my struggles when collecting the tests and left me with it, giving me extra time. She entertained the rest of the class with some riddles, but of course I had to take part!! Moments later, the bell rang out. Ms Finucane was distracted, I saw my chance. I jammed my horrific joke of an answer sheet into my bag and pretty much scuttled out of the room.
Muah ha ha.. In all hoesty though, it is so much easier this way. I know exactly how terribly I had done, I do not need her to see that aswell!
I just don't understand it though. I try so hard with biology. Yet the information just seems to drop out of my head straight away. Its so frustrating...
OH WELL!!! I can get past this ;)
I also got my car insurance transferred. The woman who helped me was extremely lovely and even better, had a Donegal accent. I was getting giddy just listening to her. I love northern accents!!! Now I can pimp drive around the place as much as I want. Fiat Puntos are so badass.
I am really liking my new blog colours right now. The world, and my layout, have become much brighter places...
Friday, October 17, 2008
I was sitting here,
thinking about doing homework when I glanced at my surroundings and realised just how awesome ma chambre is!! Seriously! I have made some good decisions in this respect.
Et maintenant, a visual! Ooooh...
Lets start with the colour, no. I am not that fond of it, but I care not! Because at least it is not the truly terrible pink color it was. Ugh!!
Drag your gaze towards the swivel chair, notice the cushion?
Yes. Yes it is a sheep. Brilliant!! And on the wall! My ever loved Prince Caspian and Marilyn Monroe posters! Thanks to Stefanie for one, and myself for the other! I think they add a note of brilliance to the room.
My lava lamp. Every room should have one, or so is my belief. They are the awesome factor in rooms worldwide. Strong supporter. Never have I been as distressed as teh day I went into dear Sineads room and she had the lamp I gave her SWITCHED OFF. Some people just dont appreciate brilliance!!! >:(
The ever neat and tidy filing system is located at the top right corner of the desk. It amazes me how well kept it is! I should be a secretary for the taoiseach!!
The only art piece I ever completed now, picture of me fein, brain being unzipped and prodded. Am extremely proud of that!!Hair straighteners, have saved my life more times than I can remember, and the tesco brand tropical fruit drink, I advise as it is deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelish!!
My ostrich egg. A gift from Granny. She stook that from a fair. Only her. And now it is miiiiine! Really want to see how fragile it is, and crack it, but then it would be broke!?!?! I couldnt possibly do that!!! And the dumbest picture of Stefanie and I makes an appearence. Hah.
My cd/record player/radio. Grooviest thing I have ever bought. I love it so much it physically hurts.
My Tinkerbell mat, smartest thing Ive done this week.
My "curtain", merely a sheet draped over the rail. With a hash plant on it. My neighbours must hate me, and my terrible ways!! Got it for a quid in Camden.
My flop chair, what more is there to say? It simply oozes comfort, its obvious!
And finaly, my bed. [Modeled here by the elite Winegum] My nest, my home within home. Have had manys a great time there, teh place where my dreams are made and recognised, where my genius is its greatest. Comfy as feck. Even classier, is the orange bedspread beneath my fooking great patchwork blanket.
Damn, I love my room...
Et maintenant, a visual! Ooooh...
Lets start with the colour, no. I am not that fond of it, but I care not! Because at least it is not the truly terrible pink color it was. Ugh!!
Drag your gaze towards the swivel chair, notice the cushion?
Yes. Yes it is a sheep. Brilliant!! And on the wall! My ever loved Prince Caspian and Marilyn Monroe posters! Thanks to Stefanie for one, and myself for the other! I think they add a note of brilliance to the room.
My lava lamp. Every room should have one, or so is my belief. They are the awesome factor in rooms worldwide. Strong supporter. Never have I been as distressed as teh day I went into dear Sineads room and she had the lamp I gave her SWITCHED OFF. Some people just dont appreciate brilliance!!! >:(
The ever neat and tidy filing system is located at the top right corner of the desk. It amazes me how well kept it is! I should be a secretary for the taoiseach!!
The only art piece I ever completed now, picture of me fein, brain being unzipped and prodded. Am extremely proud of that!!Hair straighteners, have saved my life more times than I can remember, and the tesco brand tropical fruit drink, I advise as it is deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelish!!
My ostrich egg. A gift from Granny. She stook that from a fair. Only her. And now it is miiiiine! Really want to see how fragile it is, and crack it, but then it would be broke!?!?! I couldnt possibly do that!!! And the dumbest picture of Stefanie and I makes an appearence. Hah.
My cd/record player/radio. Grooviest thing I have ever bought. I love it so much it physically hurts.
My Tinkerbell mat, smartest thing Ive done this week.
My "curtain", merely a sheet draped over the rail. With a hash plant on it. My neighbours must hate me, and my terrible ways!! Got it for a quid in Camden.
My flop chair, what more is there to say? It simply oozes comfort, its obvious!
And finaly, my bed. [Modeled here by the elite Winegum] My nest, my home within home. Have had manys a great time there, teh place where my dreams are made and recognised, where my genius is its greatest. Comfy as feck. Even classier, is the orange bedspread beneath my fooking great patchwork blanket.
Damn, I love my room...
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Things I like.
The smell of new books,
Waking up refreshed,
Ice cream,
When something so funny happens that I am laughing so hard I have to stop what I am doing and go into a differant room to recover,
Good comebacks,
Loud music,
When Winegum lies on my back,
Prodding my hip bone,
Getting into the pub,
Thin days [when will they be years?]
Stealing fruit from work,
When people smile at me,
A good rant,
Hugs from people taller than me,
When I actually get on with ma famille,
Watching stupid videos on youtube,
Making stupid projects for myself,
When a book is so good I don't even notice time passing,
When I meet someone new, and we get on so easily it is as if we have known eachother for years,
When people I am serving at work bother to check my nametag and thank me,
Good hair days,
"Feeling up" peoples spines,
Water,
JAM,
A really good song that as soon as you hear the opening bars you know it's going to be good,
Stars, and how no matter what they will always be there,
People who get what they deserve [in a good way!]
Finding money in my pocket,
When I am pissy no one has text me and getting one,
When I have just done some exercise and instead of wanting to die feel refreshed,
People who have amazingly good hair,
When someone has a really good fitting pair of jeans,
Making people laugh,
Making people happy,
That Elmo loves me the most,
My sunglasses,
When I haven't seen somebody in ages, and they are happy to see me,
Frosty mornings,
Cracking my bones,
MORE LATER
Waking up refreshed,
Ice cream,
When something so funny happens that I am laughing so hard I have to stop what I am doing and go into a differant room to recover,
Good comebacks,
Loud music,
When Winegum lies on my back,
Prodding my hip bone,
Getting into the pub,
Thin days [when will they be years?]
Stealing fruit from work,
When people smile at me,
A good rant,
Hugs from people taller than me,
When I actually get on with ma famille,
Watching stupid videos on youtube,
Making stupid projects for myself,
When a book is so good I don't even notice time passing,
When I meet someone new, and we get on so easily it is as if we have known eachother for years,
When people I am serving at work bother to check my nametag and thank me,
Good hair days,
"Feeling up" peoples spines,
Water,
JAM,
A really good song that as soon as you hear the opening bars you know it's going to be good,
Stars, and how no matter what they will always be there,
People who get what they deserve [in a good way!]
Finding money in my pocket,
When I am pissy no one has text me and getting one,
When I have just done some exercise and instead of wanting to die feel refreshed,
People who have amazingly good hair,
When someone has a really good fitting pair of jeans,
Making people laugh,
Making people happy,
That Elmo loves me the most,
My sunglasses,
When I haven't seen somebody in ages, and they are happy to see me,
Frosty mornings,
Cracking my bones,
MORE LATER
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Spain.
Spain. Spainspainspainspainspain. Spain.
Spain was epic. What an experience. Evryone was beautiful. Now! The story!
I reached Madrid at approximately 6 o clock Thursday, July 10th. Thank freak for no delays! Myself and two other Anglos who arrived in from Englad got a taxi to le hotel. Nick and Mia were there names. Ended up sharing a room in Madrid with Mia. And Meriea. Whose name I couldnt pronounce. Poor chickie spent at least 20 minutes trying to teach me. Im such a tool!!
Meriea et moi
Mia!
The room in Madrid.
I had to get up nice and early Friday ,orning to get my bus. I looked at my alarm when I woke up and went "oh great! Its only 6 o clock! I have another hour" and quickly went back to sleep, completely forgetting Spain is an hour ahead of Ireland! Hysteria!!
On ye olde bus I ended up sitting next to Andrea, a spaniard who I ended up being room mates with in La Alberca! I was prolly a really crap seating partner because after 2 hours I fell asleep mid conversation!!
^Isnt she pretty! I was prolly a really crap room mate too. Par example, every night she would fold up her lanyard and put it away and I would just put mine on the ground.
One night, so I wouldnt wake her up when my phone rang I left the room and ended upo locking myself out. I had to wake her anyway to get back in! And on the second morning after forgetting the shower didnt connect to the wall and accidentally soaking the bathroom, she just laughed. She had the patience of a saint when it came to me! I did try though! Was still "A disaster" :P
I was put with the yellow team./ We lost. Overall, we got 29ish points. The winners got 170+.
Our days started at nine. Breakfast, warm up, one to one, another one to one, group work, lunch, free time, free choice games, one to one, fun one to one, dinner and meeting room.
On the first day I chose to do frisbee golf! I was on a team with Alejandro, a fellow yellow person, AND WE WON! I've got talent I tell ya!
Im just going to put everything in groups now, so much happened. Cant remember.
Free choice
Day 1: Frisbee golf
Day 2: Charades. So funny. The spaniards were hilarious trying to act out words they didnt know. Borja was brilliant. [But more about him later] When he ws doing "Going on holiday" it was the funniest thing in the world
Day 3: Basketball.
Now this was a moment of idiocy on my part. Momentary idiocy made it that I ended up there. Forgetting I was shite at basketball, forgetting that I wasnt in Ireland where EVERYONE is terrible at said sport and actually in Spain where everyone is brilliant, forgetting I dont even know HOW to play basketball, I found my self up on the court ready to play.
I didnt even get to see the ball, they were all so good. Although I did get runover by Brian, the big american footballer. But at least he came back to peel me off the court.
Day 4: Creative writing, where such stories as "Tom the Ant", "Tom the british guy" "Joe the dog" and "The fat pig" were born. We are so creative and mature. King has nothing on our writing talents.
Day 5: The fair. Fun. But nothing exciting.
Day 6: Olympics. With ridicyulous things like passing balloons with our knees, and putting sticks that were tied to our waist into a bottle. fun though! Yellow won 2 competitions! Wheeee!
People:
Ivanka. One of my first and best friends there. She was so groovy.
Borja. Fabulously spanish and gay. On the day of the olympics, I found him to be wearing extremely short shorts. He let me in on the secret that he actually had them rolled up! Hahahaha. On the last night, I was seated beside him at dinner. He put bread in my water, so thinking fast I poured my water into his glass. He squealed, and went to pour it back in my glass, but I guess he's so girly he cant throw because instead of getting it anywhere near the glass he threw it all over me!! We got in so much trouble. But whatever.
Nick. Possibly one of THE funniest people ever. [Cant find a picture right now :(]
Alejandro. THE funniest person. Could do so many weird things with his body you wouldnt even believe it. Could touch between his eyebrows with his tongue, bark exactly like a dog, and move like a monkey. One day he walked up to me and said "Hello". In that split second he robbed everything from my pockets and I didnt even notice! Sneaky fecker. We dressed him up as a girl so many times when we had to perform.
Andrés. Insanely tall and only fifteen. Kept randomly falling down. Took a shine to me.
Tom. Tall, blonde, "Looked like Owen Wilson, but with a better nose"
Andrea. Best room mate ever!!
Perry and Ana. Upstairs in the bungalow.
Enrique. Extremely homophobe. Horrified by Borja. My 'Tarzan'.
"So do you like any boys here?"
"I like you"
"But you are Jane, you're married to Tarzan!"
"You're my Tarzan"
And for the rest of the week everytime I saw him Id blow him a kiss or such. prolly really creeped him out!
Arkaitz the Great! Undefeated in armwrestling. Coukd pick me up easily. Really tough looking, but always wore flip flops.
Quotes [Funny, but possibly mostly those 'you had to be therre' moments]
Me:This salad sucks
Borja: Oooh, what you need is some dressing, and some mayonaise, and some colour to make it prettier and..
Me: It needs some meat, thats what it needs. A fucking cow or something.
Me: You are so fussy
Brian: *horrified* Did you just call me a pussy?!!?!
Also, Brians gay "impression"
Andrés: [Playing badminton and slips] FUCKING SHITTING GRASS!
Me: What did you do during the free time?
Borja: Oh, I stayed in my bungalow and packed my shitcases.
Me:........ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Borja: These seats are so uncuntable!
Maintenant! Funk this! I'll edit more later!
Spain was epic. What an experience. Evryone was beautiful. Now! The story!
I reached Madrid at approximately 6 o clock Thursday, July 10th. Thank freak for no delays! Myself and two other Anglos who arrived in from Englad got a taxi to le hotel. Nick and Mia were there names. Ended up sharing a room in Madrid with Mia. And Meriea. Whose name I couldnt pronounce. Poor chickie spent at least 20 minutes trying to teach me. Im such a tool!!
Meriea et moiMia!
The room in Madrid.
I had to get up nice and early Friday ,orning to get my bus. I looked at my alarm when I woke up and went "oh great! Its only 6 o clock! I have another hour" and quickly went back to sleep, completely forgetting Spain is an hour ahead of Ireland! Hysteria!!
On ye olde bus I ended up sitting next to Andrea, a spaniard who I ended up being room mates with in La Alberca! I was prolly a really crap seating partner because after 2 hours I fell asleep mid conversation!!
^Isnt she pretty! I was prolly a really crap room mate too. Par example, every night she would fold up her lanyard and put it away and I would just put mine on the ground.
One night, so I wouldnt wake her up when my phone rang I left the room and ended upo locking myself out. I had to wake her anyway to get back in! And on the second morning after forgetting the shower didnt connect to the wall and accidentally soaking the bathroom, she just laughed. She had the patience of a saint when it came to me! I did try though! Was still "A disaster" :P
I was put with the yellow team./ We lost. Overall, we got 29ish points. The winners got 170+.
Our days started at nine. Breakfast, warm up, one to one, another one to one, group work, lunch, free time, free choice games, one to one, fun one to one, dinner and meeting room.
On the first day I chose to do frisbee golf! I was on a team with Alejandro, a fellow yellow person, AND WE WON! I've got talent I tell ya!
Im just going to put everything in groups now, so much happened. Cant remember.
Free choice
Day 1: Frisbee golf
Day 2: Charades. So funny. The spaniards were hilarious trying to act out words they didnt know. Borja was brilliant. [But more about him later] When he ws doing "Going on holiday" it was the funniest thing in the world
Day 3: Basketball.
Now this was a moment of idiocy on my part. Momentary idiocy made it that I ended up there. Forgetting I was shite at basketball, forgetting that I wasnt in Ireland where EVERYONE is terrible at said sport and actually in Spain where everyone is brilliant, forgetting I dont even know HOW to play basketball, I found my self up on the court ready to play.
I didnt even get to see the ball, they were all so good. Although I did get runover by Brian, the big american footballer. But at least he came back to peel me off the court.
Day 4: Creative writing, where such stories as "Tom the Ant", "Tom the british guy" "Joe the dog" and "The fat pig" were born. We are so creative and mature. King has nothing on our writing talents.
Day 5: The fair. Fun. But nothing exciting.
Day 6: Olympics. With ridicyulous things like passing balloons with our knees, and putting sticks that were tied to our waist into a bottle. fun though! Yellow won 2 competitions! Wheeee!
People:
Ivanka. One of my first and best friends there. She was so groovy.
Borja. Fabulously spanish and gay. On the day of the olympics, I found him to be wearing extremely short shorts. He let me in on the secret that he actually had them rolled up! Hahahaha. On the last night, I was seated beside him at dinner. He put bread in my water, so thinking fast I poured my water into his glass. He squealed, and went to pour it back in my glass, but I guess he's so girly he cant throw because instead of getting it anywhere near the glass he threw it all over me!! We got in so much trouble. But whatever.
Nick. Possibly one of THE funniest people ever. [Cant find a picture right now :(]
Alejandro. THE funniest person. Could do so many weird things with his body you wouldnt even believe it. Could touch between his eyebrows with his tongue, bark exactly like a dog, and move like a monkey. One day he walked up to me and said "Hello". In that split second he robbed everything from my pockets and I didnt even notice! Sneaky fecker. We dressed him up as a girl so many times when we had to perform.
Andrés. Insanely tall and only fifteen. Kept randomly falling down. Took a shine to me.
Tom. Tall, blonde, "Looked like Owen Wilson, but with a better nose"
Andrea. Best room mate ever!!
Perry and Ana. Upstairs in the bungalow.
Enrique. Extremely homophobe. Horrified by Borja. My 'Tarzan'.
"So do you like any boys here?"
"I like you"
"But you are Jane, you're married to Tarzan!"
"You're my Tarzan"
And for the rest of the week everytime I saw him Id blow him a kiss or such. prolly really creeped him out!
Arkaitz the Great! Undefeated in armwrestling. Coukd pick me up easily. Really tough looking, but always wore flip flops.
Quotes [Funny, but possibly mostly those 'you had to be therre' moments]
Me:This salad sucks
Borja: Oooh, what you need is some dressing, and some mayonaise, and some colour to make it prettier and..
Me: It needs some meat, thats what it needs. A fucking cow or something.
Me: You are so fussy
Brian: *horrified* Did you just call me a pussy?!!?!
Also, Brians gay "impression"
Andrés: [Playing badminton and slips] FUCKING SHITTING GRASS!
Me: What did you do during the free time?
Borja: Oh, I stayed in my bungalow and packed my shitcases.
Me:........ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Borja: These seats are so uncuntable!
Maintenant! Funk this! I'll edit more later!
Friday, June 27, 2008
I love the feeling
after Ive got my hair cut, and my hair is all nice and floaty and "lalala, Im so nice" because the hairdresser is awesomesauce.
What a freaking pity my job sucks sometimes and I accidentally got ice cream in my hair.
Although.
I love the feeling of the knowledge that my bank account is happily filling up with hard earned money. :D
What a freaking pity my job sucks sometimes and I accidentally got ice cream in my hair.
Although.
I love the feeling of the knowledge that my bank account is happily filling up with hard earned money. :D
Monday, June 16, 2008
Dublin2.0
Dedicated to Karen.
-Although it kind of weirds me out to write for someone. I usually just write it for myself. Damn standards! ~Shakesfist
Well, this weekend was freaking AWESOME!
Friday:
Spend the day trying on debs dresses and generally being a pain in the arses of shop assistants everywhere. The bright orange dress, a personal favourite!!
Picture the scene- A small cinema screen, a crowded room, velvet seats, mango daquiri's, boys in corsets.
The movie of all movies.
The use of props, HILARIOUS! So wish we'd got to sit down and use more props, but whatever!!
Saturday and Sunday were awesome. Oh my freaking face, the talent in the world! Could not decide who was better. The English Gents were amazing. So strong and agile. Amusing aswell. Actually deserved to win after that show of strength! 50 minute shows, at least 5 a day. Non stop lifting? ~drool
And how good was Charlie Caper? The tricks were mind boggling. Before my eyes he uncrushed a can, and it was suddennly refilled with coke!??
Oh how I have wasted my life!!
Mr Spin was good, but I wasnt tht in to him. The impression he left was not as aweing as the others.
Even the signs were great!!
^They were the people making sure we walked funny. And yes, I know its blurry, but I was prancing :P
Such a brilliant event, funk the leaving cert next year, I have to go to that again.
Its just. Wow. I dont even have the words to describe it without being repetative!
Wish Id seen the Space Cowboy though. He put a swrod down his throat and hung two cement blocks off it. Won it the last 2 years, wouldve been good. But whatever!!
And now, I am really fat after my weekend because I indulged in EVERYTHING [even gravel and bus tickets]
^NOMMING into Catherines candyfloss. NOMNOMNOM!!
I am proud[ashamed? pft! to say no exercise was done! When I could have cycled for hours today. But whatever.
Like I even want to be skinny.
(¬_¬) Oh hush you!!
-Although it kind of weirds me out to write for someone. I usually just write it for myself. Damn standards! ~Shakesfist
Well, this weekend was freaking AWESOME!
Friday:
Spend the day trying on debs dresses and generally being a pain in the arses of shop assistants everywhere. The bright orange dress, a personal favourite!!
Picture the scene- A small cinema screen, a crowded room, velvet seats, mango daquiri's, boys in corsets.
The movie of all movies.
The use of props, HILARIOUS! So wish we'd got to sit down and use more props, but whatever!!
Saturday and Sunday were awesome. Oh my freaking face, the talent in the world! Could not decide who was better. The English Gents were amazing. So strong and agile. Amusing aswell. Actually deserved to win after that show of strength! 50 minute shows, at least 5 a day. Non stop lifting? ~drool
And how good was Charlie Caper? The tricks were mind boggling. Before my eyes he uncrushed a can, and it was suddennly refilled with coke!??
Oh how I have wasted my life!!
Mr Spin was good, but I wasnt tht in to him. The impression he left was not as aweing as the others.
Even the signs were great!!
^They were the people making sure we walked funny. And yes, I know its blurry, but I was prancing :P
Such a brilliant event, funk the leaving cert next year, I have to go to that again.
Its just. Wow. I dont even have the words to describe it without being repetative!
Wish Id seen the Space Cowboy though. He put a swrod down his throat and hung two cement blocks off it. Won it the last 2 years, wouldve been good. But whatever!!
And now, I am really fat after my weekend because I indulged in EVERYTHING [even gravel and bus tickets]
^NOMMING into Catherines candyfloss. NOMNOMNOM!!
I am proud[ashamed? pft! to say no exercise was done! When I could have cycled for hours today. But whatever.
Like I even want to be skinny.
(¬_¬) Oh hush you!!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I dont want to be old!
Since arriving home from school for the last time yesterday I promptly got into bed and havent left it since.
It is my way of fighting off all the decisions I have to make in the too near future.
I love how I have matured so.
But damn, this is hard! I mean, I am the person who spends 10 minutes choosing what to drink at lunch! Its especially ridiculous considering I and everyone around me know that I am going to get a coke, yet I persist with this pointless charade day after day!
These decisions are much harder.
1. Do I go to Spain, yay or nay?
If I go I miss the biggest party of the summer, of the boy I mmm.. over. I dont speak ANY spanish. [Not counting sombrero. But that will nae get me far! {At least I will never be hatless}] and I'll have to go on an airplane by myself and I am terrified of heights and zomg the thought of it is killing me. I will also return just one day before I feck off to the gaelteacht. How am I supposed to do all my washing in one day?!?! AAAAAH!!
2. Work.
When do I start? Should I have gone in todays as opposed to lieing here wondering. What hours am I going to have to work? Will I ever be on the cafe floor and not just stuck in the kitchen? What if I break something? What if they hire someone new when Im gone, and I come back and they have no job for me, so I have no regular income so Ill have to walk the streets and then I get runover by a crazed dog who goes insane when he smells ginger and then my body is never identified because my hair is gone and no one recognises me? So much to think about.
3. Driving.
What if I plough into a family of four and kill us all? And why cant I find a stamp to send off for my provisional.
Theres more, but Im tired now. Thinking surely takes a lot out of me.
It is my way of fighting off all the decisions I have to make in the too near future.
I love how I have matured so.
But damn, this is hard! I mean, I am the person who spends 10 minutes choosing what to drink at lunch! Its especially ridiculous considering I and everyone around me know that I am going to get a coke, yet I persist with this pointless charade day after day!
These decisions are much harder.
1. Do I go to Spain, yay or nay?
If I go I miss the biggest party of the summer, of the boy I mmm.. over. I dont speak ANY spanish. [Not counting sombrero. But that will nae get me far! {At least I will never be hatless}] and I'll have to go on an airplane by myself and I am terrified of heights and zomg the thought of it is killing me. I will also return just one day before I feck off to the gaelteacht. How am I supposed to do all my washing in one day?!?! AAAAAH!!
2. Work.
When do I start? Should I have gone in todays as opposed to lieing here wondering. What hours am I going to have to work? Will I ever be on the cafe floor and not just stuck in the kitchen? What if I break something? What if they hire someone new when Im gone, and I come back and they have no job for me, so I have no regular income so Ill have to walk the streets and then I get runover by a crazed dog who goes insane when he smells ginger and then my body is never identified because my hair is gone and no one recognises me? So much to think about.
3. Driving.
What if I plough into a family of four and kill us all? And why cant I find a stamp to send off for my provisional.
Theres more, but Im tired now. Thinking surely takes a lot out of me.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Summer is here!
And so is hayfever and the threat of sunburn! The fuckers!
Things it is too warm for:
School [over, thank freak]
cooking
jeans
pyjamas
blankets
socks
wearing my hair down
exercise
tests
work
arguments
Things it is too warm for:
School [over, thank freak]
cooking
jeans
pyjamas
blankets
socks
wearing my hair down
exercise
tests
work
arguments
Monday, May 12, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Hahahahahahahahah!!!
hahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
"IF ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY your year ahead will be focussed, self sufficient, determined and full of enthusiasm. Not everything will work out as easily as you expect, so keep your hopes realistic. Socially you may feel there's less fun around so make more effort to inject excitement into your off duty activities. Luckily adventurous friends will pull you out of a rut and ensure you stay on your toes. After mid year you'll be able to relax more often."
Monday, April 28, 2008
nonononono!
Damnit! Damnit, I am such a freaking.... IDIOT! I smashed my mirror! Into smithereens.
SEVEN YEARS BAD LUCK. SEVEN. Thats half the remainder of my life. ~cries
And I had just gotten past my previous 7 years. DAMN.
Speaking of. Its my birthday next week. Although 17 is my favourite age, the age I have always wanted to be, I'm going to be OLD. Someday I am going to be even OLDER. The thought is killing me. Its not fair. I have wasted my youth and life. I could have had 4 kids by now. Feck. I do not want to be old.
At seventeen.
To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came,
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
At seventeen
I am also painting my room. I chose purple, but this is the pinkest purple I have ever seen. It looks nothing like the tester. I cannae even return it as it was one that was mixed up for me. Fecks sake. Although I dont mind pink. My second favourite type of sweets are pink [first type being orange, second being strawberry and cream swirls] but this pink is nothing like that.
Finally sent back my mediacal form for Spain!!
"Describe cause, reaction and treatment of any allergies:
I am allergic to strawberries. Eating more than 3 strawberries make me look like a strawberry. If you see me with a strawberry, take it off me immediately."
I want to live my life now. I am sick of school and people telling me what to do. Study, drive, go to work, exercise, babysit, no you can't go out.
Fuck off. How can I discover who I am if nobody lets me.
I don't want to grow old. I don't want to be short and fat and squatty. I dont want to be an idiot. I don't want to have to make everyone else happy and be miserable myself.
It is all about me today. Accept it.
SEVEN YEARS BAD LUCK. SEVEN. Thats half the remainder of my life. ~cries
And I had just gotten past my previous 7 years. DAMN.
Speaking of. Its my birthday next week. Although 17 is my favourite age, the age I have always wanted to be, I'm going to be OLD. Someday I am going to be even OLDER. The thought is killing me. Its not fair. I have wasted my youth and life. I could have had 4 kids by now. Feck. I do not want to be old.
At seventeen.
To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came,
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
At seventeen
I am also painting my room. I chose purple, but this is the pinkest purple I have ever seen. It looks nothing like the tester. I cannae even return it as it was one that was mixed up for me. Fecks sake. Although I dont mind pink. My second favourite type of sweets are pink [first type being orange, second being strawberry and cream swirls] but this pink is nothing like that.
Finally sent back my mediacal form for Spain!!
"Describe cause, reaction and treatment of any allergies:
I am allergic to strawberries. Eating more than 3 strawberries make me look like a strawberry. If you see me with a strawberry, take it off me immediately."
I want to live my life now. I am sick of school and people telling me what to do. Study, drive, go to work, exercise, babysit, no you can't go out.
Fuck off. How can I discover who I am if nobody lets me.
I don't want to grow old. I don't want to be short and fat and squatty. I dont want to be an idiot. I don't want to have to make everyone else happy and be miserable myself.
It is all about me today. Accept it.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Nnnnnnnnn
I hate whenI accidentally eat too much [although I also hate it when I accidentally drink too much. But I don't realise that till the next day, when I wake up wearing my liver as a hat]
But this is just so uncomftable.
Fatass.
But this is just so uncomftable.
Fatass.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
my room is a mess
It is in such a state! And considering there is pretty much nothing in here, thats bad. I should clean it, and I will. But I just can NOT be bothered right now. Why can't I be bothered?
Something amazing has happened.
I don't know how. I shall not question it.
My vodafone, compoletly useless, slow as my maths teachers mind dial up connection has quickened its tawdry little speed and now I can watch youtube with only a moment of waiting! And what am I watching? My new love, Joan Of Arcadia [although she is so not sixteen. Pffft]
Sveet.
My other new found love is of course Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and I am led to believe that Nathan owns that. Unless everytime I have been in his room this year I have either imagined it, or been drunk. Which I am pretty sure I have never been considering I am there at 4.30 after a long day spent, not in a pub/club/houseparty with a bottle in my hand, which yes, would be fun, but in a dark crowded school of "Greenies" expanding my education and creating my future. All in a day's work.
I am going to fail it all because I accidentally got off the "Good Student Who Studies Hard Train" about 2 years ago. My new shoes make that all worthwhile though.
My lips are sore, and I don't know why, and the only other time they have eer felt like this was 2 years ago atfter going to see The Frames so Im sensing a link between now and then because both times I was out the day before and both times I boycotted the use of glasses. I wouldnt mind, if it isnt such a bitch when I'm eating cashew nuts. The salty fuckers.
It has really annoyed me how the clocks went forward an hour last night because even though I knew this I completely ignored it when I set the video for Joan of Arcadia last night. Good thing I am such a freak when it omes to the video recorder and always set it at least 40 minutes early because for some reasin the scheduale may be wrong and where would I be then? So I only missed the first 5 minutes, although that included teh theme tune, which I was crushed about untill I realised I could just watch it on youtube whenever the freak I want. Well, except when I am at school or sleeping.
Easter has sucked, but I have downloaded loads of splendid songs, from such shows as Greys Anatomy, One Tree Hill, Supernatural and Skins.
I really love this new found speed.
Jane, you rule. Why thank you Déan, so do you. I do believe! Splendid! Marvellous! I say!
Gone
Something amazing has happened.
I don't know how. I shall not question it.
My vodafone, compoletly useless, slow as my maths teachers mind dial up connection has quickened its tawdry little speed and now I can watch youtube with only a moment of waiting! And what am I watching? My new love, Joan Of Arcadia [although she is so not sixteen. Pffft]
Sveet.
My other new found love is of course Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and I am led to believe that Nathan owns that. Unless everytime I have been in his room this year I have either imagined it, or been drunk. Which I am pretty sure I have never been considering I am there at 4.30 after a long day spent, not in a pub/club/houseparty with a bottle in my hand, which yes, would be fun, but in a dark crowded school of "Greenies" expanding my education and creating my future. All in a day's work.
I am going to fail it all because I accidentally got off the "Good Student Who Studies Hard Train" about 2 years ago. My new shoes make that all worthwhile though.
My lips are sore, and I don't know why, and the only other time they have eer felt like this was 2 years ago atfter going to see The Frames so Im sensing a link between now and then because both times I was out the day before and both times I boycotted the use of glasses. I wouldnt mind, if it isnt such a bitch when I'm eating cashew nuts. The salty fuckers.
It has really annoyed me how the clocks went forward an hour last night because even though I knew this I completely ignored it when I set the video for Joan of Arcadia last night. Good thing I am such a freak when it omes to the video recorder and always set it at least 40 minutes early because for some reasin the scheduale may be wrong and where would I be then? So I only missed the first 5 minutes, although that included teh theme tune, which I was crushed about untill I realised I could just watch it on youtube whenever the freak I want. Well, except when I am at school or sleeping.
Easter has sucked, but I have downloaded loads of splendid songs, from such shows as Greys Anatomy, One Tree Hill, Supernatural and Skins.
I really love this new found speed.
Jane, you rule. Why thank you Déan, so do you. I do believe! Splendid! Marvellous! I say!
Gone
Monday, March 3, 2008
The weather outside is frightful!
but one should never question a girl who has decided to wear her surf shorts for the day! Its insanity, and Im doing it because I want to!
I write this, as a last hope. Something terrible is happening to me and I dont know what I have done to deserve this or how to stop it.
Technology is turning against me. I am being forced back into 1990's Janeworld, and Im not liking it. All my favoured forms of entertainment have been taken out.
It started with my mobile. I thought nothing of it, oh, a mobile! Thats not too bad! Armed with my 2005-no-camera-or-even-mp3-tone-phone from Catherine, I soldiered on. A new phone woulr come my way eventually, right? No. I went into tesco, and they were out of the one model I had set my sights upon. I would have thought nothing of it if it hadnt been for other signs.
Initially, my lava lamp popped out.
Last week under suspicious circumstances my shower radio mysteriously fell and the tuning dial smashed off. I now have to endure the sounds of Lyric FM as I brush my teeth.
Three nights ago my fan heater blew up, forcing me to return to the depths of my bed huddling for warmth.
Saturday, Saturday was the kicker. On Saturday my beloved ipod Noah was cruelly taken from me due to a fault in its hard drive. I am to return to it tomorrow to recieve an update on its health, but I fear the worst.
I dont know why this is happening to me. One by one all my 21st century equipment has been smited from me. I now fear for the welfare of my laptop Sunny, camera Tristan, and most of all my Geroge Foreman grill, George.
If anyone has any information, please contact me. I'm the nervous wreck desperately clutching the light up pen at the bus stop.
On another note, I am screeeeeeweeeeed for my blodge test amarach. C'est la vie!!
I write this, as a last hope. Something terrible is happening to me and I dont know what I have done to deserve this or how to stop it.
Technology is turning against me. I am being forced back into 1990's Janeworld, and Im not liking it. All my favoured forms of entertainment have been taken out.
It started with my mobile. I thought nothing of it, oh, a mobile! Thats not too bad! Armed with my 2005-no-camera-or-even-mp3-tone-phone from Catherine, I soldiered on. A new phone woulr come my way eventually, right? No. I went into tesco, and they were out of the one model I had set my sights upon. I would have thought nothing of it if it hadnt been for other signs.
Initially, my lava lamp popped out.
Last week under suspicious circumstances my shower radio mysteriously fell and the tuning dial smashed off. I now have to endure the sounds of Lyric FM as I brush my teeth.
Three nights ago my fan heater blew up, forcing me to return to the depths of my bed huddling for warmth.
Saturday, Saturday was the kicker. On Saturday my beloved ipod Noah was cruelly taken from me due to a fault in its hard drive. I am to return to it tomorrow to recieve an update on its health, but I fear the worst.
I dont know why this is happening to me. One by one all my 21st century equipment has been smited from me. I now fear for the welfare of my laptop Sunny, camera Tristan, and most of all my Geroge Foreman grill, George.
If anyone has any information, please contact me. I'm the nervous wreck desperately clutching the light up pen at the bus stop.
On another note, I am screeeeeeweeeeed for my blodge test amarach. C'est la vie!!
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