Category Archives: random crap

That’s What She Said


Wow, again, I really need to get regular with these blog posts again.

You will never believe what I’m about to say- The sun in actually SHINING, and it’s MODERATELY WARM in Ireland! *Bbm shocked face* Yes, I know, freak weather indeed.

I’ve always tried to be a bit of a comedienne but recently my usage of That’s what she said is spiralling out of control, my friends have warned me if i don’t stop I’ll die alone. Pfft, yeah like it wasn’t gonna happen anyways.

Realised how crap I am at FIFA on Xbox when I was the goalie and I scored an own goal. Hey, looks like I’m not half male after all.
Speaking of sport, how crap am I at tennis? I hit the ball ‘straight’ and it ends up hitting the person in the court to my right.

Wow, looks like One Direction are doing well for themselves…

One more day and then no school for two weeks and I can actually enjoy these phenomenal weather conditions – I swear its 18 Celsius and half of the country thinks the place with be arid by the time the week ends. But anyways, I’ll see you lot again on TUESDAY (I promise…ish)

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The Invisible Social Life


I think I’ve said before that English is the one subject that I expect 100% from myself in. Which is why I’m slightly worried that my French mark was 1% off my English. The fact I’m seemingly knowing more about a foreign language than my own speaks for itself really.

Since my social life is like my MacBook ( I don’t own a MacBook) I spend my weekends bouncing between Cake Boss, 9gag, YouTube, The Big Bang Theory, whatever MTV’s showing and Friends. I have to hand it to ComedyCentral, showing Friends back to back on Saturday and Sunday? What a way to shove it up T4.

I tried the whole New Year New You thing and decided I actually sit and check what homework I had the night before, rather than the whole “HOMEWORK? WE HAD HOMEWORK?!” routine every morning. I also tried what Jamie Oliver suggested; to be ‘healfy’. Mostly because I’ve been asked to be a bridesmaid for my cousin- so I’ll have to wear a dress…if it’s long enough I could probably get away with my Converse underneath…yeah that could work.

Definition From The Official Sarcasm Dictionary #1
Opinionated- knowing absolutely nothing really loudly

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Party All Weekend! LOLJK I watched the dog crap


My mum and one of my sisters are away until Sunday after so myself and my other sister were left at home with our 12 week-old puppy. We were instructed that dad would be home around 4pm and if we needed anything we were to walk to our grandparents house for lunch or food or drink or whatever.

After watching three hilarious episodes of last year’s Come Fly With Me, I made the decision to walk up to my grandparents house, only to realise I’d have to go back to my house fifteen minutes later and let the puppy out (obviously a puppy doesn’t understand it when we tell him ‘Pissing on the carpet makes mummy angry’) so yeah I spent half the day wandering around my garden with a puppy in the freeeeezing cold thinking hurry up and shit, please

Back at my grandparents, and after a feast of Cheese and Onion crisp sandwiches, I feel asleep on the sofa as my Grandad flicked through the tv channels asking me if I watched certain programmes. I woke up to find my sister had made cupcakes and my grandparents both asleep. We agreed to go home and watch our Sky tv in our own house. I watched Friends while my sis arsed around up in her room.

Damn, I just realised the shit load of homework I have… Sunday’s gonna be fun…although I refuse to go to church and use the work as an excuse.

You have no idea the pain I was subject to in PE on Thursday.
I had to run a total of about 1/2 a kilometre in under 2:30 minutes. I came 7th! I actually placed! And I didn’t get a stitch! Only afterwards I felt like I couldn’t breath. I could only manage one word when people spoke to me.

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Friend:
“How did you find it?”
Me: no
Friend: “what place did you come?”
Me: no
Teacher: “Wanna do it again?”
HELL TO THE NO

Im hoping the sky would hurry up and snow so people would stop putting it as their Facebook Statuses. They say shit like that, I put up gobshite such as “Almost went to jail today…damn these Monopoly games are getting hardcore”

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The Dangers of The Macarena


I was sitting down listening to my iPod as per usual, when I took a wild notion to press shuffle- something I never do as it scares me that any song beyond my control could thunderously uproar upon my ears. It also reminds of my horrendous taste in music and why I’m a danger to all when I set foot in HMV.

A song came on that I haven’t heard in ages. A song that truly reminded me of my childhood.
The Macarena baby!
First of all I thought, what the hell is this doing on my iPod? but then I actually sat and listened. I sat and listen and enjoyed the Macarena- no dance moves required.
And I have realised that I have just done so, and I have realised that’s a whole loada seconds in my life I’ll never get back. Wow. Deep.

I have just been reminded of the fact I have PE tomorrow. I’m slightly scared of the fact I’ll either have netball or cross country- two fricken extremes.

Oh and another thing I find relevant to you all, the red hair is no more. Actually! I’m dying it brown again! Oh dry your eye my sweet one it’ll be back someday…I’m just wanted my hair to be a bit more au natural for a while…and anyway it’s a nicer shade of brown- less chocolate cake and more dark caramel. This is making me hungry now.

Adios amigos I’m in such of a snack.
And remember kids, eat your greens! I have two Aero Bars everyday and look at the good it’s done me.

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Rory Flanagan- New Boy


I know it’s a little late, but I was in the mood for A review of some sort. Then along came Rory Flanagan.

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I was one of the Gleeks that watched the Glee Project over summer in which saw Damian Mcginty from Derry, in the mighty Northern Ireland, become one of the lucky teens that one a six-episode staring role in Glee. Now I genuinely liked Damian on this programme. I thought he struggled but I somehow felt privileged that I was one of the very few viewers that understood what he was saying without subtitles. I would at this point like to make it perfectly clear that my accent is slightly different to his.

When I heard that Brittany S. Pearce was going to think he was a leprechaun, I kind of thought, oh boy, this whole Irish thing is going to be a long and drawn out process, goody goody gumdrops but far from it.
I loved the fact that he asked Finn Hudson to be his friend, it was just really cute and something a five year old would say on their first day of school- and that he was granting Brittany’s three wishes in order to get into her ‘pot of gold’ (innuendo!)- and we could really see a cheeky side to him when he met Finn for the first time.

I don’t know about you, but when he said he didn’t have any friends, I wanted to jump into the television and give him a huge hug. Cheeky, with what I hope you American’s will think of as a brilliant accent, adorable and talented? Take notes, gentlemen- yes please.
When he belted out his song at the end, I’ll say I was shocked at those HIGH NOTES that I’m certain that me, a teenage girl, wouldn’t be able to hit. It also clarified that Damian was clearly better with vocals than his acting abilities. Harsh but true.

Overall, I love the character. I can definitely see him becoming a favourite by the Gleeks around the world…if they can understand him, of course.

This new character could potentially open up a whole new Northern Irish fanbase for Glee, and I personally, will looking forward to seeing him in further episodes…and the fact I’m slightly head over heels in love with him has nothing to do with it whatsoever.

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Halloween and Stuff


So it’s Halloween soon, oh how very scary.
Us here in Britain and Ireland don’t tend to make as big an effort as Americans. I’ve got no neighbours apart from my grandparents and a someone else so trick or treating isn’t all that fun. (not trick or treating as you know it, this is scaring people and playing knock-door-run etc) I’ve also been quietly hinting at my best friend who lives in a large neighbourhood-y area to have me over night as a lot of our friends live there too and it would be deadly craic. She said she’d “see what (she) could do,”.
She hasn’t replied to my texts- so I’m screwed.
I actually wanted to dress up as Cleopatra if I got the opportunity- but that’s unlikely. If my wish comes true ill just back-comb (or ‘tease’ if your American) my hair, go overboard on the eyeliner and find some dress to wear.

The field next to my house has flooded like many fields in the province due to the rain. There’s ducks on it! Ducks swimming in a field- it’s a pretty thing to look at from a window. It kinda brings you back down to earth.

I’m sick of X Factor already. I know Janet Devlin is from Northern Ireland and yay go her! But the local media have her in every single fricken story. And her hair is orange. ORANGE!
It glows on the stage lights. GLOWS LIKE A FRICKEN JACKEL LANTERN.
And Frankie! Don’t get me started on him. He can’t sing. Simples.

Anyways, I’ve got Halloween hinting to do. Smell ya later.

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Halloween and Stuff


So it’s Halloween soon, oh how very scary.
Us here in Britain and Ireland don’t tend to make as big an effort as Americans. I’ve got no neighbours apart from my grandparents and a someone else so trick or treating isn’t all that fun. (not trick or treating as you know it, this is scaring people and playing knock-door-run etc) I’ve also been quietly hinting at my best friend who lives in a large neighbourhood-y area to have me over night as a lot of our friends live there too and it would be deadly craic. She said she’d “see what (she) could do,”.
She hasn’t replied to my texts- so I’m screwed.
I actually wanted to dress up as Cleopatra if I got the opportunity- but that’s unlikely. If my wish comes true ill just back-comb (or ‘tease’ if your American) my hair, go overboard on the eyeliner and find some dress to wear.

The field next to my house has flooded like many fields in the province due to the rain. There’s ducks on it! Ducks swimming in a field- it’s a pretty thing to look at from a window. It kinda brings you back down to earth.

I’m sick of X Factor already. I know Janet Devlin is from Northern Ireland and yay go her! But the local media have her in every single fricken story. And her hair is orange. ORANGE!
It glows on the stage lights. GLOWS LIKE A FRICKEN JACKEL LANTERN.
And Frankie! Don’t get me started on him. He can’t sing. Simples.

Anyways, I’ve got Halloween hinting to do. Smell ya later.

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A brief update of occurrences!


Well? How are all of my hundreds of adoring blog readers?
Oh sorry, my mistake, there’s not hundreds of you…theres about two.

You may or may not have noticed that my blogging has been much less frequent than usual, I’m usually blogging everyday, rambling on about the vast waste of space I call my existence and you know what? I missed you lot!

My group of friends’ stalker has finally learnt that standing silently among the more… popular fun kids and shoving anyone who stands in your way won’t exactly get you many brownie points. Actually, I saw her wandering around the school dance on her own, and turns out that no one had replied to a single text she sent- she sent my friend loads of texts in the space of an hour, they mostly consisted of
“what are you wearing to the dance? 🙂 xxxxxxx” or
“will you wait outside until I arrive?” and
“why won’t you reply? I thought we were friends 😦 Jk, luv u really 😉 ttyl xxxxxxxx”

Ttyl? TTYL? Who says that anymore?

Moving swiftly on, and ASS has decided to rear his ugly head again and insult me once more. That dude has a problem with me and I have no idea why. He’s always making really obscene filthy references to or about me and freaking the frig out of me. If that guy wants to be a perv in later life, he’s certainly off to a good start.
I kind of lost it and kicked him in the shins shouting “Asshole!” and he was left looking shocked.
“what the hell was that for?” he exclaimed in his high pitched annoying voice.
“for what you said earlier!” I said calmly, looking him in the eye, both eyebrows raised.
” oh, so are you gonna go cry to your Mommy, is that it? Your gonna say I hurt your feelings? Are you? Boo hoo! Boo hoo!” he said in an American accent and a whiney voice.
I rolled my eyes. The reality of the situation is that boy has no real friends, they only like him when he’s funny, and hes an asshole to everyone all the time.

Everyone in my class is obsessed with asking people who their “Top” are.
Quiet literally asking them for the three or so people of the opposite gender that they find the most attractive.
My friend ask me that today. I quickly changed the subject. “Tell me!” she said “go on!”
“oh well!” someone else butted in, “we all know who her number one is…Shorty!”
So yes, once upon a recent time in a land not so far away, he would have been, but no, not anymore…and probably not ever.
The Shortster has seriously come out of his shell this year, seriously, he’s grown about four inches got a hair cut, finally lost the hair gel and I must say, who would have known that boy actually was pretty darn handsome underneath all that male bravado?
Most girls agree he’s probably the hottest boy in our year, but often gets overshadowed by the others…as he is a bit of a weird one.

I think that concludes all I have to say.
And by the way, if you are reading, do comment or somehow tell me what you think, its greatly appreciated.

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I’VE BEEN TO THE YEAR 3000!


Remember these utterly loveable clampets?

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Yeah! Busted! The soft punk/rock/pop boyband that my eight year old self feel in love with.
I found their album under my bed when I did some tidying up (yeah I know I tidied my room! Shocker lawds, shocker!) and played it on my old stereo-the one that can actually play CDs- I’m very pro-iPod at the moment- and it brought back a lot of memories. Mostly of bouncing on my bed with my best friend singing along to the songs, dancing around my bedroom and flickering the light switch so we had our own ‘concert’.
I also realise that for once I actually understand the lyrics- full of teenage love, angst (yeah-I said the A word) and fanciful ideas of both teachers and air hostesses. Yah…So that’s something…

As I’m writing this I’m tempted to air guitar to the music I’m playing- THIS IS WHAT 30 SECONDS TO MARS DOES TO ME!
I know all the words to Kings and Queens- which again, got me more musical kudos from the males in my class. I’m starting to wonder why I’m as boyish as I am- I live in a house full of girls (apart from dad) I have more aunts than uncles, two thirds of my cousins are female (I’m the oldest grandchild on both sides of my family). My taste in music is pretty masculine or not typically ‘ladylike’ and as we know, so is my sense of humour- Im yet to find another GIRL in my year that sits up watching Dave with her dad on a boring Friday night and can recite all the gags from Mock the Week…like I can.

You have no idea how good this Busted CD is, it may be cheesy, but it’s really good. I’ll start humming You Said No in class tomorrow and see who can recognised the tune. I can’t believe no ones talked about them since they split, it’s just classic teen rock out music. Before Mcfly came along and ruined it all.

AIR HOSTESS!
I LIKE THE WAY YOU DRESS
YOU KNOW I HATE TO FLY BUT I FEEL MUCH BETTER!
Sorry I couldn’t resist it 🙂

It kinda feels like a wasted weekend- I slept most of the morning today- spent yesterday visiting relatives.
Oh and I tried a deep fried Mars Bar today- it’s sort of a been there done that thing- I can feel the saturated fat growing on my thighs with every mouthful.

I’m now the proud owner of every single album Busted thanks to iTunes- you have no idea how proud I am of this fact.

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I’m so damn tired- but I can’t sleep


Hey Internet…anybody out there?
I can’t sleep.

My body’s exhausted but my brain is on overdrive. I cant work out why.
My eyes are heavy but every time I close them they open up again and just stare at the Walls or the ceiling. I’ve no idea how I’m going to get to sleep. I know I’ll wake up in the morning and THAT’S when I’ll want to go to sleep. My alarm will go off and my bed wi suddenly be a whole lot more comforting.

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