Teri here.
Just to clarify, I'm sixteen. For those of you who don't know, the legal age for drinking in Ireland is eighteen. But needless to say, most people start before that. And by most I mean pretty much everyone I know at said point in time has 'a couple' when they go out. I'm not gonna lie, I've had a few sups here and there myself. Mind you, I've never been properly drunk, a bit tipsy maybe, but that's the height of it.
Whenever someone drinks they are putting a substance into there body that changes the way they act. For some people, that scares them. Others like that idea. I use to think that people who needed alcohol to have a good time were sad. But I've gotten to the point where I understand it.
It's hard being a teenager. And I know I'm only young and I don't know what the world is really like, but at said moment in time, being a teenager is the hardest thing I've ever done. Maybe in a couple years time I'll figure it out. But that's not the point. I'm facing these problems right now, and right now I haven't got a fucking clue. I know that the sun will come out tomorrow, but I still have to make it through the tough days. And that really sucks.
Aw, would you look at that. I was in such a great mood this morning.
Listen lads, I'm not saying I think under-age drinking is a good idea. Jesus I don't even know is putting corn in my roll is a good idea. I just know that whatever age you are, everyone needs a chance to breathe.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's all I've got. later :)
-teri
Wednesday 29 August 2012
Thursday 23 August 2012
a room full of balloons and a cake
Hey everyone,
Sorry im late I was away all day yesterday but im back.
So it was Taz's birthday the other day( happy birthday Taz we love you )so they girls from the blog and I decide to surprise Taz. So we got her out of the house using some friends then while she was away we filled her room with balloons, if anyone tries this i would suggest use 200 balloons if its a small room. and carful u don't get to light headed. we also baked her a triple layer cake, of brownie, maltser sponge and oreo sponge, in the middle was nutella and to top it all off covered in BUTTERCREAM. then as a little pressie on the cake with little cocktail sticks put small embarressing pictures just for the laugh really. Taz hoped u like ur surpirse and happy birthday form all of us at random ramblings.
Thats me for the day,
thanks for reading
Penny :)
Sorry im late I was away all day yesterday but im back.
So it was Taz's birthday the other day( happy birthday Taz we love you )so they girls from the blog and I decide to surprise Taz. So we got her out of the house using some friends then while she was away we filled her room with balloons, if anyone tries this i would suggest use 200 balloons if its a small room. and carful u don't get to light headed. we also baked her a triple layer cake, of brownie, maltser sponge and oreo sponge, in the middle was nutella and to top it all off covered in BUTTERCREAM. then as a little pressie on the cake with little cocktail sticks put small embarressing pictures just for the laugh really. Taz hoped u like ur surpirse and happy birthday form all of us at random ramblings.
Thats me for the day,
thanks for reading
Penny :)
Wednesday 15 August 2012
The Points Race, the Leaving Cert and the Future
It took me quite a while to decide what I would do my blog on -it's not easy to pick one topic in a world of so many and write about it. Writing is the easy part -deciding? Yeah, not so much. It's not even an important decision like let's say, choosing your course in college, determining where you want to be after college. It's all a mix and a jumble and a catastrophic combination of different things coming together in a big huge ball of complicated wibbly wobbly nothingness.
And so, seeing as today is results day and all across the country, eager students are awaiting their fate in the world from that little slip of paper, carefully adding up all the point they managed to scrape before spending the summer as a big partying fest, wondering what on earth they will do next.
My brother was one of those students, and so I am partly sharing the excitement that comes with today -aunties ringing and placidly congratulating him, most of them sincere, some maybe comparing them to their own children's. He did very well. Likely to be the best in my extended family on nine cousins, on my dad's side. All I'm thinking of is "HOW CAN I BEAT THIS?"
But I will. Believe me, I will. I did it in the Junior Cert and I can do it again. Fueled by competition is maybe not the best way to go, but if it gets me to where I want to go, then so be it.
And where do I want to go?
What course will I choose when it's my dreaded turn to fill out the CAO course application form....?
I have no clue.
None whatsoever.
Nada.
The important thing is to have a goal, and start somewhere, reach for the top, knowing all the while that if you fall a little short or land a little ahead, you'll most likely end up where you're meant to.
THE IMPORTANT THING IS TO PICK A STARTING POINT AND WORK YOUR HARDEST TO GET THERE.
Peace out, y'all!
Arma
And so, seeing as today is results day and all across the country, eager students are awaiting their fate in the world from that little slip of paper, carefully adding up all the point they managed to scrape before spending the summer as a big partying fest, wondering what on earth they will do next.
My brother was one of those students, and so I am partly sharing the excitement that comes with today -aunties ringing and placidly congratulating him, most of them sincere, some maybe comparing them to their own children's. He did very well. Likely to be the best in my extended family on nine cousins, on my dad's side. All I'm thinking of is "HOW CAN I BEAT THIS?"
But I will. Believe me, I will. I did it in the Junior Cert and I can do it again. Fueled by competition is maybe not the best way to go, but if it gets me to where I want to go, then so be it.
And where do I want to go?
What course will I choose when it's my dreaded turn to fill out the CAO course application form....?
I have no clue.
None whatsoever.
Nada.
The important thing is to have a goal, and start somewhere, reach for the top, knowing all the while that if you fall a little short or land a little ahead, you'll most likely end up where you're meant to.
THE IMPORTANT THING IS TO PICK A STARTING POINT AND WORK YOUR HARDEST TO GET THERE.
Peace out, y'all!
Arma
Wednesday 8 August 2012
Pogonophobia (The Fear of Beards)
Taz here.
Phobia's have always been something of an interest to me. They reflect upon us-who we are as people, what we've done, how life has effected us. On the day of our birth, we're not handed phobias like gifts-here you go, have some claustrophobia, no no I insist, and your aunt brought some nyctophobia as well-we develop them. In fact, we're born with only two fears; the fear of falling, and the fear of loud noises.
For those who don't know, a phobia (according to thefreedictionary.com) is a "persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid it, despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous." Pretty much, it's a fear of something that doesn't make sense. You know you're being silly-the spiders smaller than you're fingernail, it's harmless-but that doesn't mean you're not going to run away screaming if the spider lands on your desk. The fear of spidies, by the way, is dubbed arachnophobia.
So how do we get phobia's then? Practically every single TV show seems to suggest that they are developed based on our childhood experiences and environment. Which is true-so yeah, TV can be educational. Another cause is traumatic experiences-following a car crash you might find yourself fearing being in a car. (amaxophobia) Following a bad bout of depression during which you sharpened pencils everyday, you could have a phobia of pencils. (aichmophobia) One of the most common reasons, which doesn't make it into the media because it's not half as exciting, is simply a fear of the unknown. A lot of phobia's spring from just not understanding or being unable to fathom the object or instance of a fear.
Interesting stuff, right?
I myself, am luckily not suffering from any phobias. I used to be terrified of spiders, but overcame that by forcing myself to pick up and name any spiders that wondered into my path. (Yes, my parents asked who I was talking to) Needles, however, while not bringing me to phobia level, are a serious threat. There pointy presence leads me to dramatic near-fainting experiences in which I hastily sit down, clutch my inner wrists and wish I wasn't so aware of my knees. I admit my reaction isn't typical.
But no chance will that hold me back-I have great intentions to give blood when I'm older. I'll just work from what I know works-I'll adopt stray needles, give them names and a good cuddle, and send them on their way. What could possibly go wrong?
What about you-Do you have any irrational fears?
Phobia's have always been something of an interest to me. They reflect upon us-who we are as people, what we've done, how life has effected us. On the day of our birth, we're not handed phobias like gifts-here you go, have some claustrophobia, no no I insist, and your aunt brought some nyctophobia as well-we develop them. In fact, we're born with only two fears; the fear of falling, and the fear of loud noises.
For those who don't know, a phobia (according to thefreedictionary.com) is a "persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid it, despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous." Pretty much, it's a fear of something that doesn't make sense. You know you're being silly-the spiders smaller than you're fingernail, it's harmless-but that doesn't mean you're not going to run away screaming if the spider lands on your desk. The fear of spidies, by the way, is dubbed arachnophobia.
So how do we get phobia's then? Practically every single TV show seems to suggest that they are developed based on our childhood experiences and environment. Which is true-so yeah, TV can be educational. Another cause is traumatic experiences-following a car crash you might find yourself fearing being in a car. (amaxophobia) Following a bad bout of depression during which you sharpened pencils everyday, you could have a phobia of pencils. (aichmophobia) One of the most common reasons, which doesn't make it into the media because it's not half as exciting, is simply a fear of the unknown. A lot of phobia's spring from just not understanding or being unable to fathom the object or instance of a fear.
Interesting stuff, right?
I myself, am luckily not suffering from any phobias. I used to be terrified of spiders, but overcame that by forcing myself to pick up and name any spiders that wondered into my path. (Yes, my parents asked who I was talking to) Needles, however, while not bringing me to phobia level, are a serious threat. There pointy presence leads me to dramatic near-fainting experiences in which I hastily sit down, clutch my inner wrists and wish I wasn't so aware of my knees. I admit my reaction isn't typical.
But no chance will that hold me back-I have great intentions to give blood when I'm older. I'll just work from what I know works-I'll adopt stray needles, give them names and a good cuddle, and send them on their way. What could possibly go wrong?
What about you-Do you have any irrational fears?
Wednesday 1 August 2012
Gosh Dern Foreigner.
Sup Dawgs.
I've just spent a week in sunny (ha, as if) Killarney on holidays with my family. Now I could talk about the beautiful countryside or climbing Carantuohill (Ireland's highest mountain) but no, I think I might focus on a subject my father so graciously pointed out in every place we went in to.
''it's all foreigners working here''
It's not an unfamiliar phrase or thought to the majority of people who live in Ireland. Alien species have gradually been invading our pleasant isles for the last god knows how many years now, and the numbers are starting to add up to a noticeable figure.
The main reason, people claim, that 'they', not to quote south park but that ''they took err jerbs'' is because they work for a lower wage. As far as I see it, there is two ways this is possible. No. 1, it's a form of discrimination. Can employers really just look at a person's skin tone and think 'oh, they'll work cheap'. It's not like people write 'will work for minimum wage' in the achievements section of their CV. Am I really the only one who has noticed this, or am I just the only one willing to point it out?
The only other reason I can see for this situation, is the possibility that Irish people do get hired, but are fired again because they won't work at the lower wage. If this is the case, all I can say is 'what''? If some people are willing to do the same work for less, then why the hell shouldn't they get the job? Just because we like the idea of a lavish lifestyle, doesn't mean it's possible to live it in this current economy. It just isn't. if people want this country to be even bordering on great again (question mark after the 'again'), they need to be willing to make some sacrifices. And if they're not, maybe they should just emigrate.
Because honestly I'm not sure if that's such a bad thing any more. I may only be young, but I've come to realise that Ireland is the tiniest fraction of this great rock we live on. Yet we're huge. We've expanded. We've left the nest to survive, and now dot the globe like mosquitos. I remember being in america, and people saying to me, ''Oh yeah? I'm half irish, my grandmother's maiden name was 'Malloy''. At the time I just shook my head, but now it seems like that may be the way it's going. Maybe in a couple centuries time, no one will be 'pure-blood' irish, we'll all just be cocktails of Mongolian and Portarican or something. And that isn't a bad thing!
While watching the parade of all the countries at the Olympic ceremony, I'm not gonna lie, I didn't know where in the world half the places where from, but I sorta guessed form the colour of their skin. But when it came to the U.S, the whole group was made of such a mix of Black people, Chinese people, people who's nationality I couldn't even guess, it wasn't as if they were representing the U.S.A, it was like they were representing the world.
Imagine that though. Everyone being such a mix of everything that you could no longer tell who was African, or American, or even Irish. Everyone was just from the world, and that was all that mattered.
So let the gosh dern foreigners works. Give it some time, and they might stop being foreigners altogether.
I shall leave you with this awesome video- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApcqhokPeb4&feature=plcp enjoy.
toddle loo!
-teri
I've just spent a week in sunny (ha, as if) Killarney on holidays with my family. Now I could talk about the beautiful countryside or climbing Carantuohill (Ireland's highest mountain) but no, I think I might focus on a subject my father so graciously pointed out in every place we went in to.
''it's all foreigners working here''
It's not an unfamiliar phrase or thought to the majority of people who live in Ireland. Alien species have gradually been invading our pleasant isles for the last god knows how many years now, and the numbers are starting to add up to a noticeable figure.
The main reason, people claim, that 'they', not to quote south park but that ''they took err jerbs'' is because they work for a lower wage. As far as I see it, there is two ways this is possible. No. 1, it's a form of discrimination. Can employers really just look at a person's skin tone and think 'oh, they'll work cheap'. It's not like people write 'will work for minimum wage' in the achievements section of their CV. Am I really the only one who has noticed this, or am I just the only one willing to point it out?
The only other reason I can see for this situation, is the possibility that Irish people do get hired, but are fired again because they won't work at the lower wage. If this is the case, all I can say is 'what''? If some people are willing to do the same work for less, then why the hell shouldn't they get the job? Just because we like the idea of a lavish lifestyle, doesn't mean it's possible to live it in this current economy. It just isn't. if people want this country to be even bordering on great again (question mark after the 'again'), they need to be willing to make some sacrifices. And if they're not, maybe they should just emigrate.
Because honestly I'm not sure if that's such a bad thing any more. I may only be young, but I've come to realise that Ireland is the tiniest fraction of this great rock we live on. Yet we're huge. We've expanded. We've left the nest to survive, and now dot the globe like mosquitos. I remember being in america, and people saying to me, ''Oh yeah? I'm half irish, my grandmother's maiden name was 'Malloy''. At the time I just shook my head, but now it seems like that may be the way it's going. Maybe in a couple centuries time, no one will be 'pure-blood' irish, we'll all just be cocktails of Mongolian and Portarican or something. And that isn't a bad thing!
While watching the parade of all the countries at the Olympic ceremony, I'm not gonna lie, I didn't know where in the world half the places where from, but I sorta guessed form the colour of their skin. But when it came to the U.S, the whole group was made of such a mix of Black people, Chinese people, people who's nationality I couldn't even guess, it wasn't as if they were representing the U.S.A, it was like they were representing the world.
Imagine that though. Everyone being such a mix of everything that you could no longer tell who was African, or American, or even Irish. Everyone was just from the world, and that was all that mattered.
So let the gosh dern foreigners works. Give it some time, and they might stop being foreigners altogether.
I shall leave you with this awesome video- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApcqhokPeb4&feature=plcp enjoy.
toddle loo!
-teri
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