All Ideas Welcome!

I am currently writing up an article about the way fashion these days have gone down and how we all look like sluts. (I say it a lot nicer than that, don’t worry)

I didn’t get a second article for this week so now I’m rushing trying to get this one done! I really have to get on top of this. I sweat next week I am giving out a million articles and making sure I don’t have to tress over finishing one the day after they are due anymore.

If any of you haven’t guessed yet, I’m not the world’s greatest editor ever.

If anyone has any good ideas for article I would seriously appreciate you commenting below and giving me a hand.

That’s right, that’s how badly I need help. So come on WordPress, help a fellow (even if shit) writer out!

Right, back to my rant of an article!

Hopefully I’ll write again later tonight, though I am going home to Carlow today, so don’t expect anything too amazing…. OR expect the most amazing post you have ever read!

High hopes?? Never!

An Absolute Failure, but With Reason

I will talk about my writing in a minute, just allow me to tell you about my day yesterday first.

I woke at half 6 (yes, half 6 in the morning) and made my way to college. My boyfriend and I have this things where we don’t do Mondays, so as usual we just hang around college meeting up with people and eating. Sounds like a pretty good day, right? A nice relaxing day where I wandered around doing bits and bobs here, just waiting for the time to go home and write, right?

Wrong.

I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday. I was at 6 in the evening and I didn’t have my laptop with me in college so I needed to wait until I got home to write. Grand, 6 o clock, 15 minutes with the doctor, home by 8 ish, enough time to get 2,000 words before bedtime without much of a strain, right?

Again, wrong.

My doctor also delivers babies (I’m not pregnant, just to let you guys know) and yesterday a woman went into premature labour, thus taking the doctor to the woman to deliver the baby, and moving all of his appointments that were on during the day to the same time as my appointment. As they were inconvenienced the most they got priority and I had to wait for them to be finished before I could go in.

It was understandable so I don’t mind. Though it was have 7 by the time I got in for my appointment and I ended up spending almost a half an hour with him because his original idea to make me better didn’t work and I am a ‘medical mystery’. Yaaaaay….

So I didn’t get home till around half nine, had to have a shower so I didn’t smell too bad for college and well, I had to sleep.

Now, you may notice that I have not yet mentioned my writing, that is because there was no writing done yesterday. I am ashamed!

Nah, I’m really not. Miranda (main character) will just have to wait till tonight!

And that she will, because I WILL be writing tonight!

Till then, goodbye!

Addiction, I’ve Finally Reached It.

I don’t mean addiction to sex, drugs or alcohol. Oh no, I am now addicted to a Pirate game on the internet. It’s one of those games that somehow manages to steal your brain and makes you obsess over everything like Farmville or one of those games.

I have spent the last few hours- yes hours– playing this game. My eyes feel like they are melting and my brain is slightly numb, yet I still want to go back to it.

I know I have written before about how my love for games was growing, but I never thought I’d be able to spend longer on any game than I would have on Sims at any one time. But I was wrong. I know for a fact that this is what I’ll be doing tomorrow too.

Though I do have a lot to do tomorrow too, so hopefully it won’t captivate me for too long, or perhaps not before I get my work done! Maybe I should just stay away from my laptop altogether…

HA!

Like that will ever happen.

But a girl can dream, can’t she?

I have a craving for hot chocolate, chipper chips, coke, and pasta all at once. Sitting here, letting my thoughts roam is not a good thing for me to do, but that ain’t stopping me!

I have a question to ask any of you who have lasted this long in this post, have any of you got any simple recipes for me? I know this is random, but I have a sudden need to cook. A lot. So any simple recipes (starter, main or desert) would be hugely appreciated!

Maybe it’s all the food shows I was watching today, but who knows?!

Thank you all!

Rain and Tea

I am an absolute sap. Some of you may know this already. Today though, I took this to the extreme and left the comfort, warmth and dryness of my home to travel over an hour away on a damp Dublin bus in the bucketing rain to see Mr. Cooke, because I knew I wouldn’t see him till Monday otherwise.

No, I’m not a sap, I’m just sad.

Anyway, we don’t need to discuss my obsessive personality and stalker-like attitude just yet.

When I got out there Mr. Cooke had a cup of tea and cheese toasties ready for me, and a hoodie. As any girl will know, your boyfriend’s hoodie is one of the single most amazing things on this planet, so I was quite happy to say the least.

We decided to watch a movie which is on our ‘Movies We Have To Watch Together’ list, Friends With Benefits. Now, for those of you who do not know, the gorgeous Milah Kunis is in this movie, she was there for my boyfriend. And Justin Timberlake was in it for me.

Yes, I do like Justin Timberlake, and it ain’t for the muscles- I’m one of those ‘eww, muscles… Gross’ kind of girls- it’s for his nerdiness, which as I have said before, nerdiness attracts me. But it has to be the right amount of nerdiness. Picky as hell, aren’t I?

Picky as hell is a really bad saying, I’m sure hell isn’t that picky about who comes in.

Anyway, as you can guess, sitting next to my boyfriend while Milah Kunis got naked and had an orgasm made me feel like shit. I ain’t no movie star!

HOWEVER thankfully, my boyfriend is realistic, and he knows that no one can really be like that in real life, and he makes me feel like I can actually be good looking.

I know this sounds ranty, and it probably is because I am very sleepy, but I know that this relationship is something serious, because whether I have my usual emo-eyeliner-and-mascara make-up on, or whether I have been done up by a professional, or I have just woken and most of my make up is on my cheeks, he doesn’t care. He still looks at me in the same way as he did the first day we met.

I’m probably getting all nostalgic because we are nearly a year together now and I have never been with someone as amazing as him, someone who accepts me entirely, and who I accept completely.

As he says (you can find his post on this-which is way better than my explanation- here), you know you’re truly in love when the only thing in your life which truly frustrates you is the one you’re in a relationship with.

(you can creep on my boyfriend here!)

 

Just Go with the Flow!

My boyfriend hates it when I say this, especially as it has become one of my most-used phrases! However it is something I seem to go by, whether its waiting around for something good to happen or whether its my writing, going with the flow just seems to work!

I have always been extremely lazy and I am a professional procrastinator. I just don’t do things.

School work: please, I could get by without homework

Reading for College: only need a few for the exam which are usually easy to flick through the day before the exam, so why bother?

Pay me Fees: sure, I’m always online, but I’m always doing such important things… y’know?

Exercise: ha! I wouldn’t even walk down the stairs. I usually slide down the bannister.

Hey Charlotte, there’s a shop you really need to go to right there and we’re doing nothing, wanna go in and do what you need to do?: Nah, I’ll do it tomorrow. Not bothered today.

These are a few of the major examples of me being an ultimate procrastinator and all-in-all an extremely lazy little girl.

Thank God I have a fast metabolism.

Soooo as you can guess (and possibly know) my writing suffers hugely due to this personality flaw. HOWEVER I have never really tried to fix this, and you know why?

Because everything always works out in the end, and even if it doesn’t, everything happens for a reason. I am no philosopher or anything, but I truly believe that.

On one of the award posts I had to answer the question ‘Would you go back and change any events in your life?‘ and I know that I honestly wouldn’t change anything about my life before this moment. Everything that I have done has brought me here and has brought different things and people into my life. I am the happiest I have ever been, literally, and had you asked me 2 years ago whether or not I would change things, I would have gone back to the day of my birth and changed so much that I would be unrecognisable.

So, my little piece of advice to day is not to think about how thing could have been, would have been, will be, JUST GO WITH THE FLOW!

Silly Me.

I am quite extremely childish. You guys may have noticed this already with my uploading pictures of stress balls that look like characters from Pacman and my constant moaning and giving out. 

This is just me.

I am a child and always will be a child. I am only 5 foot tall, and if you all saw the picture I posted in yesterday’s post I look incredibly young even though I am 18 in that picture. I’m 20 now and literally look no different. 

It’s hard for me to moan about looking so young. Whenever I do people say ‘Oh, you’ll be glad of that when you’re thirty and still look like you’re in your teens.’ Well guess what? I’m not 30, I’m 20, and strangely enough I want to look my age.

I know I will be thankful for looking so young later on in life (though, knowing my luck I’ll age 50 years in a day and look older than I should at 30) but at the moment it is a serious pain in the ass.

As I said, I am 20. When at clubs I do not appreciate men coming up to me and saying ‘Oh love, you’re too young to be in here, go home to bed.’ I would not be able to get in on a fake ID, it just wouldn’t work, so I must have gotten in somehow… Oh, yeah. Because I’m of age and definitely allowed in the club.

However I really don’t help myself with this problem. I am childish, giddy and can be as annoying as a wasp when you’re having a picnic at the best of times. 

My room is also filled with things like this:

 

And these:

Yes, those are teddy foods and liquids. And a 7 foot long Caterpillar named Catty. But so what? I like my teddies and I am such a child that I need a certain teddy with me every night or I will not sleep. Her name is Yessy, and she is a turtle. I love turtles.

I did not bring her to the Gaeltacht for fear of mocking, and so without talking to Mr. Cooke every night and without Yessy, I had some extremely bad sleep in the Gaeltacht.

I know this is a very abrupt ending, but my conclusion is that I will always be childish because people tell me I look so young, and also because I am just a serious child at heart. 

God help Mr. Cooke if he has to spend the rest of his life with me!

 

You’re Never Too Old For Romance

The other day I came across this photo. It made me smile so much.

My Grandparents have shown me that you are never too old for true love or romance, you can never outgrow your true feelings for the one you have fallen for, devoted you life to, and loved through absolutely everything.

I have lived with both sets of Grandparents over the past 3 years at different stages, and while living with them I learned a lot about them both as people and as a couple.

One set of grandparents in particular, my Mother’s parents are ones who are seriously in love, but so much so that they fight about the smallest things all the time, which is incredibly humorous and adorable.

My Granda makes my Granny breakfast in bed every morning because she can’t walk around properly and she has a serious back problem. Every morning she thanks him, and reminds him that he’s forgotten her jam again. He tells her to f-off and get it herself, then comes down with it a minute later.

He would literally do anything for my Granny, and she would do anything for him. They are my absolute role models in how a relationship should end up at the end of your life, I want what they have. The tiffs, the messing, the slagging. It’s all a part of how much they love one another, and how even after 52 years married they can show their love for one another.

(And to ruin my sappy, cutesy post, here’s that post AGAIN)

I Am a New Kind of Dumb

I’m not trying to put myself down, I’m not into that at the moment, but my God I am dumb!

We figured out last week that I do not know most of the capitals of the world. Mr. Cooke continued to ask me what the capitals to various places were, then asked me what all the continents are. My list was: Africa (only because he had just told me it was not a country), America, Russia and Europe. I was lying through my teeth and making my answer up, because I had NO IDEA what the answers were.

I was quite embarrassed.

Now, I’m not dumb in all respects, I managed to do higher level maths for my leaving cert and did a lot of science subjects, but I am obviously not even a tiny bit smart in reality.

I suppose when something like this

entertains you for longer than you should, you know that you not the brightest pin in the voo-doo doll.

Soooo, what are the things you guys don’t know that you really should know? You can’t resort to the good oulde Sherlock Holmes ‘I only remember the things I need to’. I want really embarrassing stuff that no one would want to admit!

Am I the Only One Who Had a Crush on Gordo?

I found this meme the other day:

I never liked Ethan….

My God he annoyed me!

No, I like him:

I always went for the weird kids. Always.

I have no idea why. Maybe I’m just a huge nerd (which I have been realising is more than true lately).

I always wanted to be a nerd. I wanted to go home and play on the Play Station all day (90’s kids… No x-boxes where I’m from!), I desperately wanted a Gameboy, I played Yu-Gi-Oh, crushed on half of the main characters of cartoon character such as Ash from Pokemon, the Pharaoh from Yu-Gi-Oh and Seto from the same series.

I played with Bayblades before they were cool, I even had my star blade who would crush anyone who tried to defeat me, but alas I was not a nerd.

I was just a girl who wanted to be a nerd, but wouldn’t allow herself- or maybe it was my Mom, I was never sure. My room was pink and girly, I needed my teddies at night or I wouldn’t sleep, though I always wanted to play in my Grandparent’s bog, make mud pies, go on adventures in the dirtiest and most disgusting places I could find, not understanding why we weren’t allowed in the sewers and going anyway- take all that away and I still loved my Barbies.

THIS was the ultimate toy of my childhood

I loved her. She was like my Woody. I brought her everywhere.

The sad thing is that I don’t know where she is now.

It’s odd though, that even though I would give anything to be out with all of my cousins and play in the leaves, lose my wellies in sinky sand, only coming in to ask for the thousandth time how to get rid of a nettle sting, I would still be able to sit down for an afternoon with a book and completely ignore their pleas for me to go outside.

That is the power of a good book, even if you are going to your grandparent’s house and your friends are begging you to come out and play, you refuse because you need to know how the book ends, or what happens to your favourite character.

I lost many days in the bogs and fields with my cousins to books, and I wouldn’t change that for the world!

(The post I told ye all I would be posting everywhere is here!)

This Trip is Going to Save My Nails.

I was going to take a picture of my own nails for this post to show what a poor state they are in, but it is surprisingly hard to take a picture of your own hands… While taking the picture. Especially when you are as useless with cameras as I am. So instead, this is what I found:

To the point of this post, I have a sneaky feeling that I am going to come back from the (stupid) Gaeltacht with AMAZING nails. This is quite big. I might even treat myself to actual nail polish.

I know, I really go full out, don’t I?

So far through my teens I have tried to give up biting my nails many, many times. Sometimes it worked, sometimes I failed drastically, but no matter how well I did I always went back to biting them. Whether it was a sad moment in a movie that I had to try to chew my way through, having eaten all my popcorn, or an extremely stressful week; I ALWAYS went back to snacking on my hand.

However, for that short week I had nails I would paint them in drastic colours: neon blue to bright red to green. I thought I was cool. I really wasn’t. Thank God for my emo phase that ensured only black nail polish for the short occasions I did have nails.

Even when I pause to think about what I’m going to write next I BITE MY NAILS! I know it’s a disgusting habit, and I have tried all the awful polishes and everything to try to stop, but I just licked it all off or washed my hands until the taste was gone.

This is literally like an addiction with the lengths I went through to bite them.

SO in conclusion, I feel that I will not have enough time to bite my nails in the Gaeltacht. At least I’m hoping so. I am going to take it upon myself to come back with damn sexy nails, like THESE:

These are possibly fake (I don’t know much about nails) but this is what I aim to achieve.

I’ll let you know how badly I fail this time when I’m back, and if I magically succeed, then I will tell you about that!

Oh, as I will be putting this on every post from now till I’m back please read here why I will not be replying to anyone (no, I am not a mean person). Go on, I dare you to take a look. Right here. Dare, you have to look at it now!

So, good bye for now. I hope ye all have an amazing week!!!