Fifteen (At Last) ...

I regretfully realized just how long it has been since I had written I blog this morning.

Too long.

Four updates: I spent my summer in America. (Lots to say about this, won't write now)
I am now seventeen, as opposed to sixteen.
I am now in my final year in secondary school.
I met JLS (my favorite band on the face of the planet) before their concert last February. And now I don't think they're as great. Still going to their concert next year though...

So I'm sitting here at the kitchen table (Honey Loops in one hand,spoon in the other) feeling very uninspired and contemplative.
What are you contemplating, Rachel? You might ask.
My future, (dear Watson...) would be the reply.

Yes, the main focus of all my thoughts and energy recently has be been on my Dar Ned future.
There are so many choices. I have been slowly but surely whittling them down by process of elimination, based on my aptitudes, hobbies, likes and dislikes.
But it's still so hard. What is the job you would like to do for the rest of your life? It better be good...

All this talk of futures begs the question : What do I want out of life?
I have a strange feeling that the answer to this broad question is hidden somewhere under the mass of debris under my bed. Or somewhere no one would expect...Perhaps inside a pumpkin.

I shall now go (mining hat and pumpkin scooper-outer equipped) search...rustle the feathers of my past, to get to my future. Per say.
Maybe you could (metaphorically) join me.


Oh, and Happy Halloween.


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Fourteen...

Wow. It just shows how much time has passed since my last blog when I go to create a new post and end up making an entirely new blog page. Sorry it's been so long, by the way, but you will be glad to know that I have been walking down the path of righteousness and self-discovery over the past few months. Happy New Year.

I miss the good old days. You know, when the best moment of your life was be allowed to go to the shop and buy yourself an ice-cream on a hot summer's day. Okay, well maybe some things are still the same. But don't you miss how, when you were younger, no one expected you to do anything? More so to be able to do anything I suppose, but you get what I mean, don't you? Now that you have passed the stage of your life when everyone inexplicably patronized you and treated you as a...rightly or not...child, you don't get as much attention. Especially since you hit puberty and well...you lost your 'cuteness'.

Suddenly you're off to school and no one really gives a crap anymore. So you have now landed in a completely new atmosphere, where the 'cool' guy is the one that shouts something extremely mature like 'BOOBS'(followed by the sniggering of his minions) during a quiet study class, and the 'hot' girl(i.e.the only girl that the boys see) is the girl who tortures her many side kicks by making them fight for her attention, and since all women are supposedly multi-taskers, she hitches up her skirt, fluffs her long golden locks and writes little sticky notes on her journal in strawberry scented pen.Usually to herself.

Excuse me while I call 'Huey' down the porcelain telephone.

(Haha. I just implied that I got sick.)

So what does one helpless soul do in this muscle and boob orientated world? I know what the natural response would be to try to blend in or be popular. Let me tell you, that is just about the worst thing you could do. But the funny thing is, is that you only get to realize that unfortunate fact when you are older, for with time comes wisdom, my son. You'll realize that you don't need to blend in with the crowd, or eve have a crowd, because in the end(i.e. when you leave school) it all comes down to you. Just you.

I can't understand why some people don't try and fulfill their dreams. I know it sounds stupid, but everyone has or had a dream at some stage in their lives, and it is only too obvious that not everyone has fulfilled them, because if they had then our world would be a whole lot more exciting. Most people just 'settle' for things.

Then again, sometimes you can only do the best that your circumstances allow.
What I just realized, is that everyone has a slightly if not very different view of things. I knew this fact before, but it never sunk in until now. That what you are reading and what I am writing could mean entirely different things. Words can be powerful. Words can be persuasive. Words can be threatening. They can mean anything that you have the intelligence to create a meaning for in your mind. A piece of writing can change a person's life forever. A piece of writing could give meaning to the most lowly of souls, especially if it was written by someone of significance in their lives.

Unfortunately(or fortunately)for you, this is not that piece.

And so this brings a quiet end to a quiet day.
Well it wasn't actually that quiet I guess.

Man.

I'm deep.


:D

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Thirteen...

Hi guys and gals! How are we this fine evening?

Oh my God, I have just had the most amazing few weeks ever!
Don't worry I won't be boring you to death telling you about what I have been doing for this whole blog or anything, just part of it!

Okay so when I left you all a post last, I was telling you I was going to France and Spain. Well let me just say, that I would recommend to every single person/creature/thing that before you all die(old, wrinkly, hard of hearing and irritable, of course) you must, and I mean must visit a small town of typical French culture Puivert, south of Carcassonne, near the Pyrenees. I don't know if I spelled those places right, but anyway. It was such a beautiful place, really photogenic. Also, really cheap! There are seven people in my family and for all seven flights, return tickets, including taxes was 295 euro. We rented a gite for 450 euro for a week too, so we got a truly great bargain!
We spent a long and busy day in Barcelona city. Fashion was good there, and cheap, but on the street (not related to shopping) I saw a man, with no clothes on but shorts, laying in the middle of the high street by the metro, and I saw what I can only describe as painful looking burns and scars, he was a dark man, but the skin on his back seemed to have been burned off, like someone had poured acid on him or something, and was amazed to see that absolutely no one took any notice of him. My Dad told me later that he must have been in some sort of War?
When we arrived home (Ireland pleasantly welcomed us back with rainy downpours) I had an hour to get ready to go back to school. I wrote a list of things to do on the plane journey back.
So I have been in school for the past week and a half, and there is no internet access there so I can only write every weekend! You'll have to bear with me.
I've noticed that all over my school, there are hand sanitizers and disinfectants for ready use. Swine flu is spreading, people!
We have to carry around tissues, to catch our sneezes, coughs and yawns. Everyone is taking it very seriously, but to be honest, until someone I know, or myself have swine flu, I am not really that pushed tickle my curiosity bone further, if you get my drift.
I can't believe that people are actually dying in this world, all because some pig got a cold.
You know, I don't even like pigs. But oh my God while we were in France in a small town called Quillan, we saw this tiny little black pig, with a little orange collar! He was adorable, and we talked to the owners and they told us that they got him from an abandoned animals place!

All together now. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.


Well done!

Lol.



His name was Porky.


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Thanks for all the comments, and be sure to take a look at my next blog, as I will be uploading some of the pictures, including Porky!

Good Day.

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Twelve...

Goooooooooddd Morning!

Well, the time is exactly 4:20 AM and my father has just woken me up to get ready to go to the airport.

I'm meant to be getting breakfast and doing various other important things but I just can't seem to be able to get out of bed, to be honest.

I just thought that it would be 'cool' for me to do a blog so early in the morning.

Okay, well

Fairwell!
Goodbye!
Bieunos Dias!(Don't know how to spell)
Je suis un bagueatte!(Don't know how to spell that either!!)

Peace Out

I'll bring you back lots of French and Spanish stories

Much love,

Rachel


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Eleven...

That up there? ^

That, my friends, is 15 years of friendship in a bottle.

We truly are different in every way possible! Isn't it wonderful how the world works?

She's my best friend and will be forever, even when I move to Australia ( or,you know, just somewhere hot! ).

It takes really long for me to upload these pictures so I'll keep putting one picture with each blog from now on!

Keep you updated visually etc.

Oh! Guys I forgot to tell you, I'll be going back to school soon, and when I do, since I go to a boarding school (i.e. I live in school), I will only be able to write at the weekends!

But don't worry, you will get extra long blogs!

I am going to Spain with my family on Thursday for a week, so I can't blog then either.

Only the comitted people will be left, you'll see.

You see, the second you click that Follow button, you have comitted yourself to a lifetime of odd but slightly amusing blogs from a young Irish girl. Well that's how I see it anyway.

So, if any of my lovely followers have cold feet, just pull out now. Otherwise, you are in it for the long haul. I will be deeply hurt for a long, long time, but the heart does heal. Not easily, mind you, but it does. Woefully.

By the way, everyone who just popped onto my page for a little peek or whatever, you guys should follow me.

Haha. It's not serious or anything...Yet.

I love you guys. Seriously. You are all my world.

Lol.

Thank you, again, for the comments, they're lovely.

Me enjoying my BBQ chicken...

Oh, and I think I may have food poisoning.

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Yep.

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Ten...!

For some reason, my tongue is really cold right now.

The thought of leaving you all out here on cyberspace without a fresh and exciting new blog from me was just too much to bear.

So I took a few pictures and we actually had a BBQ in the end, ate Lucky Charms and watched a heart warming movie which almost brought me to tears...of laughter because this non-significant guy in the movie just like randomly and fiercely french-kissed the main character(who was indeed a man), stopped really quickly, looked at the main character blankly in the eyes, realized he was in fact straight, and went back in and gave him a small peck on the lips.

It was hilarious, but probably one of those 'You had to be there' kind of things. The movie was called I Love You, Man and it was about this guy who had no real male friends and he was going around trying to find one because he was getting married and he needed a best man for his wedding, and had to go through all these men with varying strangeness until he found this really cool guy!

I won't spoil the end for you.

Anyway, the one I more predominately call by the name 'Da' (i.e. my beloved Father) is telling to go to sleep, as it is 'Bed Time.'

I'm sure it is.

I am sure it is!

So I shall bid you adeu,
send my farewells...

Until I write again my pets...

*Evil laugh*

No seriously, I'll write again tomorrow and will add a few pictures of today!
I'm sure the next blog will be more deep and meaningful than this one.

Blabber Blabber Blabber

Etc...

Adios!


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Nine...

Guess what! As you all know (or could know, if you read About the Daisy Girl) , I'm big into modeling and I signed up for this talent recruitment-type site (starnow.ie) about two months ago and yesterday I logged onto my profile and it said I had New Casting Calls so I clicked into it and it said that Bliss magazine, I don't know if you have heard of it, it's a teenager-y fashion mag, were looking for models in Ireland to do a photo of ''What are you doing this Saturday night?''. I applied and this morning, I had an e-mail from Geraldine Something from Bliss! She had a look at my StarNow page and she wants me to do it!

So tomorrow, if the weather allows, I will be getting someone to take picture of me like at a BBQ or something!!

I will try and put up some of the pictures that I send her so you guys can see.

Totally over the JLS thing btw.
I wish Rachel every happiness.

Lol.

Sorry this has to be a pretty quick blog - I'm in a bit of a rush, but I'll write triple tomorrow.

Thanks to my faithful followers, and all the comments.

Means a lot!

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