I just finished one of my many Christmas exams. CSPE. Civic, Social and Political Education. Fun. I had prepared for this madly by typing out about half the book. I could recite everything I had typed. It didn't help in the test. I forgot the simplest thing but I got everything else, I think. My nightmare has stopped, which is brilliant, I kept waking up at 5 or 6am and lying there to terrified to move, just staring at the door hoping that the monster man wouldn't jump out and eat me. I also had a different nightmare. I had just finished my Christmas maths exam and we were given the results but I had failed and was told that I had to move to pass level. To me that is terrifying. I have strange dreams. I really need to do something about it. I probably won't. Oh well. Here is a quote from Charles Bukowski:
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
I seem to have a need to help people. Whether that is someone doesn't have a pencil or fasting for Concern or giving money to a cause. I am in the Peace & Social Justice Group at school and we raise awareness about certain issues and raise money for certain organisations. I love it, I feel like I'm changing the world, one step at a time. I'm just crazy enough to think that.
My sister showed me and my other sister this very funny site. She showed it to us because it took her about 6 months to teach my eighteen-year-old sister how puns work. Tonight my sister actually made a pun. She then said, "It's punny!" It was a cause for celebration. The site my sister showed us was Octopuns. It is very punny. I'll put it in my 'Websites worth waiting for your computer to load for'. I love my sisters, they're very punny. I'll stop now, I'm not even sure if the last one makes any sense..... Aoife, I think you need to teach me about puns too.....
This is a song that makes me glad that this isn't a 'trendy' or popular blog. It also reminds a lot of certain people, books and events. Filed under latest nostalgia.
This video nor its content/soundtrack is not mine. All rights to the respective owners.
Love it,
Clíodhna
xxx
P.S: I was thinking of designing a signature isn't of just typing my name all the time. Watcha think??
Ugh, I'm so wrecked. This blog is called Nightmares, Dreams and Summer and I have been having a recurring nightmare. It is terrifying. It is going on a boat and arriving on some bit of land and under the pier there is a rock face with a cave in it and in the cave is a scrawny, little man and a thing that looks enough like a human but has elongated teeth (all of them, not just the canines so he's not a vampire) and horrible, peeling skin. I can hear them
talking and this is how it goes:
Scrawny Man: When do you want it? (whimpering)
Monster-Man: As....soon....as.........Now! I need it now! (His voices croaks as he says the 'as', 'soon' and 'as'.)
S-M: Okay, I'll go. (cowering away from him)
(Scrawny-Man leaves, hobbling as he goes)
Monster-Man turns and starts going into the cave while licking his hand but then the boat sounds a whistle or something and he turns back around.
(seeing me looking at him...)
M-M: Hmmm..., you.
I stare at him, horror-struck.
M-M: I guess I'll be seeing you around. (he licks his lips and says it menacingly and I can see his eyes, they're like a cats, glinting in the moonlight)
He turns and runs into the cave and I look at something that he was standing over, it's a pile of bones, human bones with scraps of meat still on them and a skull in the centre of the pile.
Freaky or what?? Seriously what's wrong with my subconscious??? I need to do something about it......
Hello people of earth who read my blog or random people who have stumbled onto this wondering what the hell I'm on about,
My French teacher is a wonderfully eccentric woman and therefore she is obviously hilariously funny. She takes up entire classes telling us how she does not follow fashion but still somehow manages to look stylish and fashionable (her words, not mine but she does pull it off exceptionally well). We were on the topic of bread and then somehow we ended up on the topic of beans, yes beans you saw the title of this post didn't you? My teacher starts telling us this tale of how she and her husband had an argument over the colour of beans, yes the colour of beans now stop interrupting me.Her husband thought beans were orange but she thought that they were white and they looked orange because they came in a red sauce. So when she was using beans in the making of their dinner she drained a couple. She saw they were white and felt triumphant so she went out to the shop. She came back to find that the beans were now orange. Her husband had gone out and bought an orange magic marker and coloured the beans orange. He never admitted to it, he always said that they were orange and she just thought they were white.
I am a nerd and I love it. I read for at least two hours a day on a busy day. Probably twelve hours on a good day. I work in the computer room at lunch times. I love star wars. I really want to see star trek. I get to love things in whole. Here are some quotes, in picture form, from a fellow nerd:
Have any of you ever read the blog, WORD FOR TEENS? It is a good blog and has cool photographs of amazing bookcases like secret lair kind of thing!! I so want bookcase No. 55!!! Amazing. I like that word a lot, amazing. I am now on goodreads!! My name is also just Clíodhna. I love goodreads, it makes keeping track of my reading so much easier!! I am also loving Spider Solitare, even if I am terrified of spiders.....
Clíodhna,
xxx
(P.S: No links to pictures of spiders please, I will get freaked out and never blog again or if that was what you were aiming for I will blog everyday about random stuff and go on and on..... just like I am now.....)
Title: City of Masks
Author: Mary Hoffman
Series: Stravaganza
Position in series: 1st
Released: 2002
Source: Library
Thoughts: This was a brilliant book. The plot was fantastic, it was gripping but slow. That was my one problem with this book. It was great but I couldn't get into it, it wasn't the type of book that had me by the throat and made me read it all in one night. It took me a long time to read it. It took a week.
The descriptions in this book were so vivid, I felt like I really was in Bellezza and I loved the way (MINI SPOILER ALERT) that the author twisted one bit of history and everything changed. No Church of England so no Anglicans and (SPOILER IS OVER)Venice was known as Bellezza and it was great. It was still in the same world in the sense that it wasn't supernatural creatures or it wasn't on another planet but it has a different feel to it. It makes you feel like you're in a completely different world. It makes you feel as though you are in Bellezza.
I have a deep and meaningful question for you. If you had to chose which would you chose? Beauty or Intelligence? I personally would chose Intelligence because whenever I do something different to my hair I tend to mess with it during class rather than listen. I don't know about all of you but that is my choice and if worst comes to the worst and I want beauty I'll be smart enough to make myself beautiful.
Another message, my neighbours' dog ate my phone. I'm so glad it wasn't my homework because I doubt the teachers would take that excuse. (Giggling at my own joke). I have another question for you this week:
How often do we skip a day or go back in time?
Think about it,
Clíodhna
P.S: I will (hopefully) be posting a review of a brilliant book tomorrow!!
xxx
Monday, 17 October 2011
Hello randomers whom I do not know,
I have a question for you (I will give my opinion on this on Wednesday):
Does being pretty or popular affect how well you do in school or how well you concentrate?
I have a little poem for you today. I wrote it after CSPE (Civic, Social and Political Education) class because I was annoyed with my teacher because she had said we had to write a poem about a bully but then she changed her mind and gave us a story about a bully to write a poem on. I normally love just being given a word or a phrase or a sentence and having to write about it because I can twist it into anything I want it to be but this was a story and it was a very limited story, she said that the bully was being accused by their teacher that they bullied someone but the bully didn't think that they bullied the person just that the person annoyed them. Anyway I am going very off subject here so here is the poem:
Give me something to write about,
A word, a phrase, a sentence
Give me something to write about
Give me a word, I'll give you a page
Give me a phrase, I'll give you a notebook,
Give me a sentence and I'll give you a whole novel,
Just give me something to write about,
Please?
Well, I wrote it in two minutes and I'll probably change some of it but I like the essence of it, the whole "I give more than I get because I just love it so much'. And I do love writing so much. In my opinion, you haven't lived until you write with a pen until your fingers ache and not for a test but because you can't get your thoughts out fast enough. Or typing on a computer so much that you barely, or just plain don't, have to even look at the keys because you type so much you know exactly where the right keys are.That, to me, is living. Living in your own head, in your own imaginary world where there might be a few things wrong but nothing that can't be cured with a wave of a wand or a slash of a sword. It sounds violent but it's better than the blast of a gun or the explosion of a bomb which is what there is in the real world and in my imaginary world the whole point of the sash of the sword is so you can bring them back to life to show them what will happen to them if they don't mend their ways. I imagine death as cold, just cold and never being able to be warm again.
I'm really sorry that I haven't posted in a while but I'm here now!! I have been questioning myself a lot this past while. I'd write a post and then think 'wait, is that ok? Will people read it?' so yeah no matter what I am going to post this so don't blame me if it is crap. I have been writing a lot this week. It is all very bad but maybe if I just spew everything in my head onto a page or computer document I can edit it to like GOOD stuff. God knows that would be a miracle (my sister knows too, Hi Aoife!!).
It is also my in between sister's EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY on Friday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINÉAD!!!!!! I got her a lovely present and hopefully she will like it. Did I mention that I love computers??I mean yeah I have a blog but that doesn't mean that I am good a t computers but I am. I was helping out for the computer room at open night at my school last night and it was a lot of fun. I have to go now but I will post again at very least in this week.
It's fricking cold outside!! Walking to school at twenty past eight in the morning with a heavy bag on my back and no gloves is not fun! So I bought gloves!! Fingerless gloves!!
Do you like them??? I do.
But it's still cold!! Ah well maybe Darren Criss will sing to me and my sister.....
Probably not but I can still hear him sing!!
Aren't they cute????
Clíodhna
xxxx
P.S: I won't post that dedication because the person I wrote it for will probably kill me for embarrassing her on the Internet, I do it too often.
To be very honest I am loving this song. It is brilliant! It is 'Remembering Sunday' by All Time Low
Bye,
Clíodhna xxx
P.S: I don't know why I wrote it because I likely won't finish the book but I wrote a dedication for the beginning of the book. Can anyone guess who it is going to be for?
P.P.S: To any Macdara-ers out there, I am SO looking forward to the reunion. If somebody from Macdara-ers reads this then put this in the group on facebook: You are all getting a hug from me, whether you like it or not! Clíodhna xx
Ireland is cold now so I am trying to make myself warm by imagining myself in France. It's not really working. I wish it was but, unfortunately, it's not but fortunately for you I found some very unique pictures of a trip to France when I was.....younger than I am now, anyway they of posts that were painted into cool things!! Yay, cool things!!
Chicken!!-->
Me walking (or twirling or skipping, I don't remember) down the street with the posts.
I'm back and, boy, have I got a lot of writing for you! Here it is:
At first Lurgan seemed entirely foreign and strange and, to be honest, scary beyond all reason. I was late-ish so my house was already outside and my head of house had to lead me out to them. The girls looked like they were going to skin me alive, now they are all like giant teddy bears and I love and miss them. I do not miss Ben who is boy who I made a bargain with that he would leave me alone if I wrote about him, happy Ben?
The strangest and scariest thing about Lurgan is the impact that it can have on your mind. I am a person who doesn't do something without the tiniest fraction of my heart in the action. Lurgan stripped me to my core. Feelings and actions were raw. The simplest of words affected me. I felt more and put more feeling into my actions, I also couldn't escape. I couldn't escape into my mind and make everything disappear. I didn't have a book to make me forget my reality. I had to live it. Every second had meaning, every second could make a difference. I remember in particular fondness times at the beach when my friends and I would look for rock pools and find crabs and jellyfish. I also remember lunch times spent at the Foosball tables cheering for blue or silver. One lunch time at the Foosball tables that I do not remember happily is the one where my friends made coke come out of my nose (I am NOT explaining that story). The tent is light and airy but the hall is more cozy and home-like, the place you go back to everyday.
The probably saddest thing about Lurgan is how blank my mind was. I said before that I get my inspiration from trees (don't ask, have not got the time to explain), well Connemara? Beautiful but not a lot of trees. I could barely think but something that was good about my mind was that I somehow learnt how to manipulate what I dream about. I would dream about anything I wanted.
Waiting for the bus after a long day, sitting on your ass laughing with friends, listening to Marcus saying "Bus Bán a hAon, Slán" (Bus White No.1, goodbye). Doing impressions of "Turas go Connemara, Wow" (Trip to Connemara, Wow).
The céilís (dances). Just the céilís. "Beirt os corr beirt" (two in front of two) was great craic (fun). My favourite of the actual Irish dancing dances is "seachtar os corr seachtar" (seven in front of seven). It was so much fun! Out of the non-Irish dances my favourite is "The Drolene" (I don't know how to spell it). It was a strange and hilarious dance. I can't even explain it without laughing so I won't.
Getting ready was hard when you were too warm and tired to get up so there were a couple of times when I got on the bus with no shoes on and after running down the driveway which was made of giant loose stones, try running on that (I wouldn't recommend it).
The Irish classes with the "Abair Leat!" sheets on the clipboard with a sharp pencil, if you were lucky. One of the classes was in room no.5 which was outside with picnic benches and a roof over your head (I'm not describing this well, am I?). Anyyway, in room no.5 you would be singing the songs written in or translated into Irish. The classes where you got on a bus and went to another building and did drama, drawing and singing. The classes were different from school, they were pretty okay.
One thing that everyone wanted was the bands. You got a black band when you were caught speaking in Irish when you didn't know there was a teacher there listening to you or there was a code where you went up to the vice principal who basically ran everything and was insane (Cá bhfuil mo bhicycle?) and said "Cén chaoi a bhfuil an craic?" (What way is the fun, basically it means what's up?) and then he asked you and you have to say "Tá sé mighty!" (It's mighty!). You got a blue band when you signed up to AbairLeat BEO, which is like Facebook in Irish, and got five friends. You got a white band when you were happy to be speaking Irish. The most sought after band was the final one, the green band which you got when you helped others with their Irish. I had all four bands by the third Sunday.
There was also a project for each course. The projects involved dressing up, singing, dancing, acting, art (e.g painting), writing songs and scripts and translating songs into Irish. For cúrsa C (course C) two years ago the project was THRILLER!!!!!!! They had to translate Thriller by Michael Jackson into Irish, do all of the make-up (zombies) and dress-up, film it, sing, choreograph the dance, actually dance, edit the film and actually get hundreds of people organized enough to do it.
The project for Cúrsa C 2K11 was (drum roll please.....................) GLEE!!!! This course was now being called Cúrsa Glee or Glurgan (Glee+Lurgan). My class which was an awesome class named.....MACDARA (macdara is the patron saint of Connemara) had to dress up as one of the following, Nerd, Goth/Rocker, Jock or a cheerleader. I was a nerd. I'm trying to get a hold of a picture of me in my nerd stuff so if anyone from Lurgan who is reading this has a copy please leave a comment and I'll send you my email. We had to do a dance and sing a song and act a bit. We didn't have to do much because we were the youngest class there.
Siopa Goal (Goal Shop). Siopa Goal is where everyone got chocolate, crisps, tissues and drinks when they couldn't go to Supervalu. The best thing is that every single cent made in the Siopa is sent to Goal Charity.
Lurgan is a fun experience. One of the funniest things ever was a disco and I was trying to bring my friend, Tara, to a certain person. When I took her Tara was standing next to her boyfriend, Eoghan, and he was trying to follow the insane maze I had made through the crowd and when Tara told me this I decided to be mean and make some more zig-zags and then dragged Tara to somewhere we could just see Eoghan turn around a couple times with a super-confused look on his face but then Tara ruined my funand called him over but he obviously just thought he lost us instead me just being incredibly mean (Sorry Eoghan but it was incredibly funny to watch). I can't blame him though because the disco was dark and hot with lights pulsing across a strip of floor making the normally cosy and warm hall into a place where you could barely see left and right and it feels like anything can happen if you dance enough, like you can go anywhere if you keep walking across the hall. Long description made short: the discos are amazing and can make you forget where the hell you are.
I love the way people show off their talent in Lurgan whether singing along in singing class or writing something and letting others read it or palying guitar in the middle of the hall (for no apparent reason). Every example here is true for one person and Lurgan people will know exactly who I am talking about.
On the last day of Lurgan I felt like crying and I did cry. Several times and very loudly and very messy, sorry to all the people who hugged me when I was crying your jumpers were probably soaked. On the last night after the disco I was the first in my room to fall asleep and Alex, Kyna and Nicole decided to play a prank on me. They wrote on my arms, put hair extensions in my hair, put sweet packets and things that I will not say on this blog on my face. They took several pictures with flash and I still didn't wake up. None the less, NOT FUNNY.
Leaving Lurgan was so hard. That stupid song 'Slán Abhaile' made me cry, a lot (Thanks a bunch Cormac!). The people I meet there were and are one in a million. I miss you all guys!!!!!!!!!! And here is a song by Taylor Swift, Queen of Emotional Sad Songs with Breathe. (When she says You it's plural for everyone in Lurgan) And Macdara-ers? I would happily live those three weeks over and over again for the rest of my life. And a big LOVE to everyone in Teach Noirín!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dreadfully sorry that I haven't written in a while old chaps!! I have been at school which means that I have been bombarded with homework. This is my first day with no homework!! Yippee!!!! *Jumps for joy* It has been raining here with rain and rain and guess what? More rain and don't forget wind. My room is still not clean which leaves (apparently) my sisters with holes in their feet from stepping on stuff on my floor. Now why they are in my room I have yet to find out....
I went into town with my sister and then met up with my other sister and her friend (who is called penguin and I've yet to know why...) and we ended up playing cards. In the middle of the street. It was a lot of fun, not something that happens everyday. Especially to me because I rarely (and I mean rarely) go into town apart from the library and if I do go I never go with people. Unless you count my dad, I hope he doesn't read this... If he does.... Hi Dad! I love you! You do count!! (lets hope that works!!)
