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!
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