Call me maybe- dissected

Hi guys, teri here.
I'm not late, pft, what?
anyway, for this blog I thought I would change it up a bit, by dealing with the slightly-to-old-for-me-too-bother-but-I'm-going-to-bother-anyway, call me maybe by carly rae jepsen. because i'm sure there's no way you're all sick of this song yet(/sarcasm) lets have a looksies shall we?

I threw a wish in the well,
Technically, you throw a coin in a well, but ok, we'll let her away with it.
Don't ask me,I'll never tell
ok, so she's playing by the rule; if you say your wish, it won't come true. fair enough.
I looked to you as it fell,
wait, what happened to 'don't ask me I'll never tell'? she's basically just said what she wished for! *sigh* silly girl.
  and now you're in my way
this is a line that is sung repeatedly throughout the song. honestly, that guy should just give her some space, jeez...
I trade my soul for a wish,
okay, well she's pretty serious all of a sudden.
pennies and dimes for a kiss
wait, so she'd trade her soul for a wish but just pennies and dimes for a kish? lucky guy. maybe she didn't wish for him at all, maybe she just wanted a pony...
I wasn't looking for this,
see what I'm saying? she wasn't looking for a guy, she just wants a pony!
but now you're in my way
just get out of her way son! she wants her pony!
Your stare was holdin',
ok, kinda creepy.
 Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
I love how her definition of 'skin was showing' is a wee bit of skin on his legs. 
 Hot night, wind was blowin'
hot night, wind was blowing?how was it a hot night if it was windy? maybe she's trying to be poetic?
 Where you think you're going, baby?
so, by the sound of it, he's finally gotten out of her way and now she wants him back? make up your mind child! and now we move onto the Chorus
Hey, I just met you,
 and this is crazy,
 but here's my number,
so call me, maybe?
so basically she's just given some random dude her number. smart move, I'm sure it won't end badly.
It's hard to look right, at you baby,
is he really that ugly? 
 but here's my number, so call me, maybe? And all the other boys, try to chase me,
whoa whoa whoa wait hold up for a second there? all the other boys? What kind of girl has ''all the other boys'' chasing her? stop being so selfish and go for one of them!  
but here's my number, so call me, maybe?

You took your time with the call,
whoa, plot developement. he actually called her? surprise surprise.
 I took no time with the fall
ok, I like that, that was quite clever, good job Carly!
(or whoever actually wrote this song)
You gave me nothing at all,
Girl, you've literally just met him and you're looking for presents? give him some time!
but still, you're in my way
oh brilliant, he's in her way again.
I beg, and borrow and steal
Jesus, calm down, I'm sure he'll call again! or you can just assert your independence as a twenty-first century woman and you call him back! you go girl!
At first sight and it's real
ok, you keep believing that honey. Maybe get to know him a little first? no? of course not, that would involve sense..
 I didn't know I would feel it,
I don't think she really needs the 'it' there considering 'real' doesn't rhyme with 'feel it'. Also I would have enjoyed mocking her for saying 'I didn't know I would feel'.
 but it's in my way
just walk around him! my god!

and then it's the chorus again, and then there's this:

Before you came into my life I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so, so bad
wh-what? before she knew he existed, she missed him? Is she psychic or something? In which why the hell are you writing cheesy love songs about giving your number to random rapist when you could be improving the world! my god girl. have a heart!!

and then the chorus repeats, and repeats, and repeats, and repeats, and repeats, and then it ends..

and just for the record, I'm not hating on Carly, I quite liked the song when it first came out, then it became popular and I started hating it, then it grew on me again because I was hearing it non-stop, then it started to annoy me again becuase I was hearing it non-stop.

so yeah remember to rate the video, comment the- I mean bye.

-teri

Referendum to be YET ANOTHER Lisbon Treaty?

Yes, I know, boring topic of conversation. Mind blowingly boring topic of conversation, but as you may know if you're living in Ireland (or even if you're not, you can see how we're doing) there is another referendum to be voted on.

And everyone immediately sighs forlornly and thinks back to the last treaty that the E.U. pushed our way eagerly like the Irish do with food to their guests. Only, unlike food, this wasn't an inviting plate of toasty warm stew, it was cold, bland and spit-it-right-back-out nonsense you get at your school canteen.

No one remembers the last treaty joyfully, I suppose you could say it was catsatrophic. Everyone voted no and so, in an effort to please the E.U., the Government forced it down out throats again. This didn't end well, to say the least -the Irish, of course, threw on their defensive scowls and sarcastic mockery and even those who had voted Yes, began saying they were voting No.

It went through. May I suggest something went wrong in counting those ballots.....?

But on more recent topics, we have the new plate of food pushed our way, surprisingly more appetising looking, like that one time you try the canteen just once more and you think, this might not be so bad. Well, now that I am of an age to actually understand all this economic non sense we got ourselves into, I thought I might as well try and explain it to you.

But first, I had to understand it. Easier said than done, may I say.

I looked it up on the internet to say the least, like I do with everything I don't understand, (A bad habit to say the least, especially when you're an impressionable first year....) and I read through it. It was more inviting looking than I first thought it would be, to tell you the truth.

So I worked my way through it, reading over stuff twice and thrice over just so that I wouldn't make any fumbles in explaining it to you. It's called the Fiscal Stability Treaty and honestly, it doesn't seem so bad. If you support slashing government spending with a Spanish machete meaning that hospitals, schools and all those employed by the government will suffer.

I suppose you could say in response to that, the government doesn't spend much on hospitals and schools anyway, which is a fair point seeing as all hospitals seem to be closing down one by one. People may also say, good enough for those civil servants! Doing nothing and getting paid more than the ministers, another good point on which nearly every Irish person feels inclined to mention every political conversation.

However, it's not as bad as you'd think despite all the impending cuts if it does go through.

To put it straight, Ireland's in a bad way. Seriously bad.... I mean we need a Youth Cafe and the situation Ireland is in is worse than that. We spend too much and our government income just isn't sufficient to cover all this. E.U. , who may not be the most sympathetic of councils at the best of times, are forcing us to pull in our belts and make those cuts so that maybe we'll get out of this slump.

So, the big question -Yes or No. Those who are eighteen and over will all be stepping into those booths; a pen and paper in hand, but those pens may be the most powerful tool they have in that moment. As they finally closed over the curtain behind them, they'll stare down at the ballot paper. Bite their pens. A sweat might break and finally they'll check a box.

Yes.

or.

No.

So, which is it.....

Cuts in spending close to that of a machete-yielding ninja that will at the least help us out of this crisis or increasing debt upon increasing debt and life staying like this, floating in a bad situation and getting worse.

Now, this blog is too long, so go vote or tell people to vote, OK?

-Arma

Squirrels

Taz here, 

You may notice that it's a Friday, and typically we update on a Wednesday. Rebellious, aren't I? 

Well actually, my excuses are sorta the opposite of rebellious. I was... 

STUDYING. 

So sue me, I study sometimes. My Leaving Cert is only two years away! 

(On a side note I'm told regularly my sarcasm is atrocious (On another side note atrocious is a really fun word to say (atrocious))) 

Actually I have my TY summer exams, which unfortunately involves higher level math and Irish, and do you ever just want to please your teachers? Like, "Admittably you may think I suck but I tried really hard in this test and I'M WORTHY AND CAPABLE OF BIG GIRL MATHS." You know what I mean? 

Of course you do. You always get me, random stranger nodding empathetically at your computer screen. 

What I actually planned to write about, before I started RANDOMLY RAMBLING oh jesus I'm so hilarious like seriously you did not see that coming hahaha literally tears was how exams have been given a stupendously stupid amount of power over our lives. 

Like really, for most of us, our entire career can depend on our ability to memorize information. Not our ability to run a business, not our bedside manner, not even our intelligence, in all honestly. When whether or not you get a job is determined by the months you spend muddling through the Shakespearean language, there may be a problem. If we were to take out a calculator and start adding up every single hour you've spent over your entire lifespan studying, then take away the time you spent studying the stuff you would one day use? It's a frighteningly large number. 

Think about that. Now think about squirrels. Squirrels, in my opinion, have pretty good lives. They eat and hibernate and get awww-ed at by passerbyers, though not in that particular order. I don't know about you, but at times when I'm sitting in an exam hall, on one chair with one table in rows of chairs and tables, I think about who else in the world  is also taking an exam at this very moment, and combined how many hours did we ALL spend studying, and who of us will pass and who will fail and what it'll mean for our lives and jesusthat'salotofchairsandtables but more importantly, squirrels. 

When did humans make lives so complicated? Wouldn’t it just be simpler to carry food in our cheeks ("for later," we'd tell the waitress) and sleep for really long periods of time and just be squirrels? Enda Kenny is fabulous and everything, but once I'm old enough to vote? The Taoiseach I'll be campaigning for will be of the rodent kind. 

atrocious 

spring rolls and shiny glass things.

I'm not exactly a journalist, but since the presentation was last night, the obligation to write about the monaghan award ceramony has fallen on me.

And you know what? past that I've actually drawn a blank. I was never any good at summaries. You should see the state of my book reports from second year. Not to mention my irish paragraphs about 'what I did over the weekend'.

You know what's a stupid phrase? 'Not to mention'. Hat to break it to you sweetheart, but you kinda just did.

anyway, back on topic.

All I can think of really is that we got a 'youth award', whatever that means,that was made of glass and was shiny. also there was a lot of pretty awesome people there, so awesome I was wondering how we even got an award. There was some really nice spring rolls as well.

So yeah it was a good night through and through.

...

yeah, I think I'll leave the journalism-ing to arma

until next time, if there is a next time.

-teri

The Circus

Hey guys penny here,

So at the weekend, I went to see Cirque du Soleil with my family. In the show there were these two clowns that kind of reminded me of me and my sisters bickering. Then a man came on stage with an impressive six pack and he lifted himself off the ground onto poles using his hands. There was also a group of guys who had a + shaped trampoline and the had this co-ordinated bouncing act where they jumped over each other and did somersaults in the air.

After seeing this showI have decide to runaway to the the circus and join the trampoline act. Also, my dear friend, arma, is going to join the circus with me, using the piano to sound like an elephant .


Goodbye for now,

penny :P

Show Racism the Red Card

It was Thursday the 19th of April. The four of us had been loaded into a mini-bus and sent off to the Aviva Stadium to attend an awards presentation for a competition we entered, Show Racism the Red Card -a worthwhile campaign against racism on the playing field that is so widely seen in today's sports.
 
   We pulled up to the stadium, it's exterior as iridescent and awe-
inspiring as its classy indoors -we were happy to learn that no, we weren't going to be outside in the freezing, blustery April winds but inside in the warm, conference area.

   We set up our own poster, of which we were prouder than punch and strode around to spy on our competition. To our demise, we saw a collection of quilts, beaded boards, signed plaques and videos about this campaign combating racism. To say the least, we were struck by unsurity. Even so, we realised that we weren't really there for the competition but to hear the people speak out against racism.

   We were herded upstairs to a small area with seating where we all faced towards a presentation board and a man got up to speak, introducing everyone and announcing that the president himself, Michael D. Higgins would be there to talk. And so he was, but it was rather a flying visit where he was followed up the aisle by a military official, shaking the children's hands as he approached the podium and then he began to speak avidly about the topic. By the end of his speech, he didn't stick around and was led out of the area and probably out of the Aviva stadium when another host took over, guests were seated up on the little stage area to answer question and give their own experiences towards racism on the playing field.

   Prizes were given out, the winners announced at long last and plaques with highly commended upon them were also given, one of which we won for ourselves. By two o'clock, we were on our way home again, leaving the Aviva stadium and Dublin altogether, pleased with ourselves and quite happy after a day out in Dublin with the president..


Yours truly,

Arma

Howard

Taz here. 

So I got a new ipod. 

I know, I know. You're thinking, that doesn't sound meaningful or deep or angsty-is this the same Taz from the last few weeks? 

Well it is. Sometimes I write light-hearted stuff. 

Honest. 

I got my first ipod at about 11-it was one of those with the touch-wheel, and let me tell you, that was a good Christmas for me. Never before had I been more happy. It was light green and very sleek looking, an electronic goodie inside an Apple box. After bullying my brother to do all the computer-connecty-stuff for me, I sat back, relaxed, and listened to some quality music. 

Er- It needs to be said it was what I thought was quality music-it was actually a mixture of High School Musical and Hannah Montana. So sue me, I was a Disney Channel child. 

Around two years on, it started acting up. A year or so after that, it became comatose. A vegetable.  

Um, not literally or anything. It actually just totally stopped working, and I sprung on the opportunity to get my metaphor on. The point is, it was bye-bye portable music for me. 

Until now. 

(If this were a movie, this is the bit where the music picks up. Before that, it was a mournful tune that hinted nostalgia and dying ipods) 

I caved and bought an new ipod-it arrived yesterday. (The truth is, jogging is just too boring without music.) It's an ipod Nano, this cute little square device. The back has a clip, for listening to music on the go, and the glossy cherry red surface has "Okay, who bit my apple?" engraved on it. I only have about 500 songs so far, but many a sleepless night will be spent downloading all the music I missed in the last year or so. (Notice I no longer need my brothers help)

I'm very happy with it. I named him Howard. 

Happy Wednesday.