20th January 2012: Break a window day

In keeping with yesterdays theme of “These people are savages!“, this is about a window that was broken in school today. I go to a pretty small school, there’s no more than 400 students, and so anything happening is big news. As it happens, I was there when one lad hoisted another guy up and thrust him against the window, which broke. The whole room froze-it was filled with 5th years, all the girls in the corner talking and all the guys frolicking around and beating each other up.. And they really were, I mean, some one threw a chair at another guy but it just hit his legs, and they were whacking each other over the head with books and fists and bottles. What has gotten into everyone? The window was in massive shards and one boy wrapped his sleeve around a piece and then chased people around the room with it. And in art class, some one threw a sweeping tray thing across the room and broke it. So strange! All the guys are being so violent with each other. They don’t stop when some one gets hurt or upset either.

Allie commented on how it was strange; our whole lunchtime would have been different if it weren’t for those people, made  me aware of how much external things affect our lives…

On the positive side, we watched a Derren Brown thing, it was about “The System” which was basically him predicting things… It was really cool, he explained how he predicted horse race results for this lady 5 times in a row, and in the end she won like £1300 or so.. It was to do with probability which is why we watched it

I shall try to watch all things of his! Even though I didn’t like him really at some points.

The window was replaced before the end of lunchtime, by a lovely teacher  :)

19th January 2012: Bodies buried in big brown bogs

Today I went on a trip with the 6th year’s art class, my year-5th, and some 3rd years. We got the bus up to Dublin. We went to a museum, I think the National one, wasn’t paying too much attention to that cause I didn’t think I would be too into it, but…

It was seriously cool. There was loads of fascinating stuff there, we saw bodies which had been preserved in the bogs for maaaany years, and they affected me quite strongly. It is so strange to think that this body we’re looking at, this twisted remainder of a body, was actually a living, breathing, thinking, feeling human being. They had a whole life, cut short though it may have been by a blow to the head, of whatever caused them to perish. They were young and energetic and ran and smiled and loved and cried, and now they’re… This!

It’s so odd, and nearly impossible to wrap your head around. They had a whole life, and they are now on display for everyone to look at, and it’s just like… Whoa.. That could be me a while down the line. Or someone I know. It’s so crazy. It made me a bit sad really. Everything they did and this is how they end up.

But anyway, it was wicked to recognise all the items I had learnt about in school-the sun disks, torcs and lunulae, which are so thin they look like they’re made out of golden tinfoil. The bog bodies were the highlight though, I must say. Our bogs are so class, it’s such a shame they’re running out… And that’s what I call an understatement.

After that, it was a short walk down to the National Gallery, which was all like paintings and it was wonderful.  There are so many different things there, and it was seriously enjoyable. The one thing that I can’t resist in a painting is water-if it looks real I’m hooked, and I’ll stare at it for ages trying to figure out how they did it. I love how if you just look at it it looks like water, but if you stick your head right up close to it you can see all the individual brush strokes and see how it is all put together. I was perusing the paintings with a friend, and we were so impressed with how much we sounded like art connoisseurs, commenting on all the aspects of the paintings, but it was interesting to think about how someone who actually did know how to appreciate art and stuff would probably look down on us for our ignorance and immaturity in relation to it all. But who cares, cause I enjoyed myself!

We got the classmate who can do some origami to make a crane out of our “comments” sheet, to make it more fun for someone to examine. Our comment was gushing with praise, and it had a cheerful little Good Day Fish at the bottom One thing I really liked was the donations box in the foyer, it had beaten metal disks, slightly curved, racked across the inside in different directions, and multiple holes for money to go in, so if you dropped the coin right it would bounce from disk to disk. I thought it was a really clever way of encouraging people to donate. I also liked how there were plenty of ten euro notes-they showed that people really do appreciate the gallery and stuff, enough to give that much money when they could give nothing. It makes me feel better about the human race.

19th January 2012: They’re all savages!

I rose at half six this morning, reluctantly of course. I crept out from under the covers bit by bit, into the glaring light that my friend turned on-I had slept over at hers. It was horrible; getting out of bed and taking off your pyjamas is like jumping into the plunge pool. Slightly rushed departure, then a short ride to the school where the bus was late… It was to bring us on a class trip. It was strange being on a journey with the younger students.. The ride up to Dublin was a couple of hours, during which I dozed, and tried to imagine that this was a different trip that I’d gone on around a year ago, on the way to Germany with my TY class. Tried to believe that if it was the same route then maybe I could actually switch back in time to then… But I guess I couldn’t truly believe in something like that, so instead of waking up with my head on my ex’s shoulder, I woke with it on the cold, hard window.

It was a strange trip. On the way up, the girl behind me was “sexting” some guy, and this was at, hmm, 8am? That sort of thing seems like it should happen only at night, when you can blame it on the delirium of sleep deprivation.

Then museum and gallery-ing happened I shall write of these lovely experiences in a separate post.

We went shopping in a big, big shopping centre. I managed to spend €60. Fuuuucking hell, that is… A lot of money. I admit, too, that it wasn’t really on practical stuff. I bought two dresses for myself, one is a small thing with a zip the whole way down the front, which I can just imagine will make me into a target among my friends. I also bought a shirt for one friend’s birthday present, and a dress for another’s. I can’t believe I spent that much though. Feck. Christmas and birthday money are pretty much gone…

The bus on the way back was a mad thing… There was some craic, but the behavior of some of the people freaked me out. The whole back of the bus was this moving, roiling organism of manic laughter and wide, hyper eyes. There voices were getting louder and louder and building up in my head. I was a bit scared to be honest-they could have all been infected with something that caused them to go insane, for all I knew. They seemed like savages to me, and for a while I couldn’t reconcile them with my idea of what sane people are like. There was a whole group of people, girls and boys, tickling this one guy, but it was so vicious. At the same time his friends were all play hitting him, with crazy big grins on, even though the guy was on the floor and it just.. I felt like someone could have been killed, it was that sort of atmosphere. I felt so distant from all of them, like I had no idea what they were capable of.

The front of the bus was even louder, it was full of third years singing. Absolutely terrible music, and they just wouldn’t shut up at all. I joined a chorus of voices who, on the count of three, yelled at them to stop singing, but the effect didn’t last long. Eventually I gave in to my baser instincts and started acting like a twat too. In front of my friend there was a girl who has rather short hair, and jokingly we decided that it would be hilarious to ruffle it and then pretend nothing had happened. I didn’t really think we would because, well… Who puts their hand on someone’s hair? But we did. It was okay though cause she took it well, and we had a laugh about it. But what weirdness.

Then eventually we got back and went home and then I decided to write about my day on here, a place I have not written on much recently.

So hello everybody

 

25th December 2011: May you never stop evolving.

I hope that you have a truly spectacular Christmas this year, and that every one after it follows in the same tradition. I hope you enjoy yourself and remain stress-free. I hope you are happy and feel loved and content (and that you actually are, too).

May your new year bring blessings and new experiences, new discoveries and growth. May you never stop evolving as an individual, but may you always remain true to yourself.

May you have fun and excitement and I hope you do something at least once a month that makes your heart beat faster with anticipation.

*Christmas cheer*

Peace

18th December 2011: Failing at Christmas cheer

I realized last night that I am absolutely terrible at this “Christmas” thing.

It’s not that I dislike it, it’s just that I am completely unaffected by it… We have nary a tree nor a decoration to be found. I have not purchased even one present, nor has any of my family. Christmas dinner… Seems unlikely. We have no special plans or anything.

I guess it’s because my little brothers are going to stay at their dads house for it. Or maybe we will sort out stuff, soon.. Get a tree and all that.

The only reason I even thought about this is because I was in the pub last night, and the thing going on their was Music Mayhem and Midwinter Madness, and there was a tree of glorious-ness and many sparkly tinsel bits everywhere and an abundance of santa hats. As well as that, when I was leaving I was trying to cross the road to the car but there was a tree in the way, a massive Christmas tree, which I had a difficult time negotiating, especially as the road was icy iceness, and my heels were, eh, slippery-seeming.

Actually, a few days ago… It did a snow! But terrible snow, snow that made me terrified of going outside and being mauled by scrappy, dirty “snowballs”…It was hardly worth the effort.

At the pub, I performed a belly dance routine with my mama and couple others from (very unofficial) dance class. It went very well, and thankfully I was not nervous at all. I performed some hip hop a few times in front of my whole school, and wasn’t nervous, so I was hoping that trend would continue, which luckily it did.

It’s rather strange though, when I meet some one new, I am unbearably shy and find myself unable to think of anything to say, and if I do it is generally a somehow-deformed phrase which just confuses them and embarrasses me. I hate going to new places/situations, and get so nervous leading up to new experiences, but…. Dancing in a costume remarkably similar to this:

Doesn't phase me.

except more see-through, was perfectly okay with me.

Love that movie btw

It also had a jingly belt, covered in metal disks, to cover what the see-through-ness exposed…

Jingle bells, jingle bells...

 

So anyway, that was fun, it went well. I think I shall try get back into dancing. And Christmas.

11th December 2011: Mysterious naked photographs o.0

Something very confusing happened to me earlier this evening. I was looking through photos on my laptop, that I had transferred from my mobile ages ago, and when I clicked through the last photo, instead of going back to the beginning it showed me what looked like a random smudging of green on black.

I was rather puzzled, having no recollection of taking such a photograph. I thought, maybe I had somehow taken a picture of some modern art sort of painting or… Something? The next one though, it definitely looked like a naked male.

The pictures were of absolutely terrible quality, taken in pitch black, no detail to be seen at all. I zoomed it in, thinking maybe I could identify the face, but it was not to be. There did seem to be speckles of white all over the picture, and I thought that maybe I had taken a photo of the sky and the stars had somehow formed this shape, but no.

The only answer was that I had somehow taken a photo of a naked guy, without realizing it. I was so unbelievably confused, it’s not the sort of thing you forget, is it?

I actually went downstairs and asked my mother if she had ever used my phone to take pictures, but no. I couldn’t ask her outright if she had taken naked photos because if the answer was no (as I expected and hoped) then she would be very curious as to why I had asked.

I looked at them over and over again. There were four. One had a shape which could have been a tree. Two looked like there was something like a blanket at the bottom of the photo. I tried to recognise the place, no luck.

Eventually, with the thought that it could actually be a collapsed tent, my memory was jogged. Thankfully, I had not been involved in some extremely drunken escapades, it was actually just the witnessing of one of my friends having his clothes stolen by some other ones, and in the process breaking a tent. We had been camping, and getting rather out of it.

So it all made sense. On facebook, I asked the guy if he remembered it, and he said no. He reminded me that it actually wasn’t him, he was one of those who had nicked the other guy’s clothes. Heh

It was relieving to have it all sorted out because it was quite worrying to tell the truth.

10th December 2011: Girls kissing girls, for guys?

Well I haven’t written anything in a while because my life has been utterly bland, and nothing has happened at all… But last night, I went out for the first time in ages, and my attention was drawn to this thing which is girls, who aren’t sexually attracted to each other, kissing.

I have a feeling there is a word for it, but I can’t think of it. I know that a lot of the younger girls kiss and make out in front of guys, for attention or… Something?

What happened last night – well it was actually brilliant. My friend Allie and I managed to convince two guys that we would kiss, if they did. It took a while, but eventually they agreed. It was great: it wasn’t just a quick peck on the lips. They pressed their mouths together hard enough for their lips to get all squished up, and they did it for long enough for the image to be permanently burnt into my memory. Allie and I laughed so extremely much because we won incredibly well.

But the fact that they believed it must say something about the expectations of the male population of my area. And possibly other areas? They were both rather masculine guys, maybe they were secure in their masculinity, enough to kiss another guy in a room of people, or maybe they were just drunk. I find the idea that girls kiss just for male attention a bit repulsive really, I have no problem with anything like that and have kissed plenty of my friends of femaleness, on the lips (including Allie) just not for the enjoyment of others. It’s rather degrading, in my opinion.

Anyway, sexuality is an odd thing.