Just came across this. Slightly scary, but highly exhilarating that it is actually possible!
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Picture time
Since it, where I live, is a grey and gloomy Thursday, I decided to brighten your mornings (it is 08:40AM here), with this lovely little picture. I get mixed reactions when I show people this, everything from small snorts of laughter or grossed out grimaces to people dying from laughter. I admit, I died when I first saw this - it really made my day. I'm a girl - and I enjoy fart jokes, suck it up! ;-)
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Time flies
Hi guys!
A couple of days ago I was told some news that really made me think about how time flies. It's good news - no worries, but it just came as quite a shock since there was no way that I had expected this. Okay that might be a little bit of a lie, but I surely didn't see it coming. As some of you might know, I have three older siblings, who are all a lot older than me. I'm 17, my sister is 28, my "younger" older brother is turning 32 this year, and my other brother is 37.. Yeah, I am kind of a late-comer.
Let's start out with my sister. She lives about 200km away, with her boyfriend and their child Liam. Liam is turning one this weekend, and that was something that just hit me here the other day. It really doesn't feel like it has been an entire year since I held that little boy for the first time. I even started doubting it as I wrote this, but the picture prove it.. Damn this is weird! Since my sister and her boyfriend live so far away, we don't really see Liam that often, which might also be a reason why it doesn't feel like it has been an entire year.
The younger older brother, Peter, and his girlfriend is expecting a baby in January. It feels like yesterday I was told that she was pregnant, and it doesn't like like months ago we were told that it is a girl. Now that Pernille went on maternity leave last weekend, it feels like time has just went by, by a blink of an eye - I can't comprehend how time just sort of.. Disappeared. No doubt, I am so fucking excited for this little baby-girl to join our family, but it just scares me how fast time is going!
Now, last but not least.. My oldest brother just got engaged. I.. honestly don't really know how react to this? I am happy for him and his fiancée - but I am baffled that they actually got engaged! My oldest brother and his girlfriend has been trough A LOT of shit, and they're both diagnosed with a sort of depression and/or ADD. I do believe that they are very good for each other, and I really do hope that this lasts.
The reason why this event got me thinking about the time, is that I honestly thought that this would happen a couple of years in the future.. And then I realised that this kind of is the future; my sister has had a child for a year, one of my brothers are expecting a child in two months - and the last one is getting married. No idea when.. but he is. And then I am here, the little late-comer suddenly feeling old, because all of my younger friends are starting the same school as me, going to the same parties and getting drunk - and having the sort of "pre-grown up"-problems that we all dislike. My God, time is fucking flying, and I have a hard time keeping up - but I sure do enjoy it!
Cheers mates! ;-)
A couple of days ago I was told some news that really made me think about how time flies. It's good news - no worries, but it just came as quite a shock since there was no way that I had expected this. Okay that might be a little bit of a lie, but I surely didn't see it coming. As some of you might know, I have three older siblings, who are all a lot older than me. I'm 17, my sister is 28, my "younger" older brother is turning 32 this year, and my other brother is 37.. Yeah, I am kind of a late-comer.
Let's start out with my sister. She lives about 200km away, with her boyfriend and their child Liam. Liam is turning one this weekend, and that was something that just hit me here the other day. It really doesn't feel like it has been an entire year since I held that little boy for the first time. I even started doubting it as I wrote this, but the picture prove it.. Damn this is weird! Since my sister and her boyfriend live so far away, we don't really see Liam that often, which might also be a reason why it doesn't feel like it has been an entire year.
The younger older brother, Peter, and his girlfriend is expecting a baby in January. It feels like yesterday I was told that she was pregnant, and it doesn't like like months ago we were told that it is a girl. Now that Pernille went on maternity leave last weekend, it feels like time has just went by, by a blink of an eye - I can't comprehend how time just sort of.. Disappeared. No doubt, I am so fucking excited for this little baby-girl to join our family, but it just scares me how fast time is going!
Now, last but not least.. My oldest brother just got engaged. I.. honestly don't really know how react to this? I am happy for him and his fiancée - but I am baffled that they actually got engaged! My oldest brother and his girlfriend has been trough A LOT of shit, and they're both diagnosed with a sort of depression and/or ADD. I do believe that they are very good for each other, and I really do hope that this lasts.
The reason why this event got me thinking about the time, is that I honestly thought that this would happen a couple of years in the future.. And then I realised that this kind of is the future; my sister has had a child for a year, one of my brothers are expecting a child in two months - and the last one is getting married. No idea when.. but he is. And then I am here, the little late-comer suddenly feeling old, because all of my younger friends are starting the same school as me, going to the same parties and getting drunk - and having the sort of "pre-grown up"-problems that we all dislike. My God, time is fucking flying, and I have a hard time keeping up - but I sure do enjoy it!
Cheers mates! ;-)
Monday, November 4, 2013
Shameless promoting: The gaming blog
Hi guys!
One of very good friends Marcel as recently (as in yesterday or something) started his own blog! And being the fucking massive nerd (yay!) he is, his blog will be about gaming stuff, don't judge me for calling it "stuff" - I just like playing the games and laugh at the bugs, I'm not that much into it, as Marcel is. It is not a bad thing, that's not what I am saying, at all! ;-)
As mentioned, the blog has just been started, so so fat there's only one post, but I have faith that he will get his ass together, and get writing - and I trust that he will write something good.
Being a new blogger is never easy, you might not know what to write, how to write it - as for layout, tone of words and generally how you do your blog so you might get some views, and yet still have a personalized, unique blog that you like yourself. You might think that I am over-dramatizing, this whole blogging deal, but if you're running a personal blog it is actually a bit hard.
I hope Marcel is going to love blogging, just as much as I do - I think his passions for the gaming world will clearly shine through, and help him make his blog awesome! He is a really down-to-earth-guy, and we share a similar sense of humour, and I wouldn't be surprised if he pops in a few jokes, even if they're terrible! ;-) Marcel if you read this, you know I am joking.. Though you do crack some terrible jokes and puns.. Still not as bad as mine though - you've got to practise hard to get to my level!
This has been a shameless promotion of Marcel and his blog, and if you care for gaming I will recommend this blog, as I am sure that this blog will be great!
One of very good friends Marcel as recently (as in yesterday or something) started his own blog! And being the fucking massive nerd (yay!) he is, his blog will be about gaming stuff, don't judge me for calling it "stuff" - I just like playing the games and laugh at the bugs, I'm not that much into it, as Marcel is. It is not a bad thing, that's not what I am saying, at all! ;-)
As mentioned, the blog has just been started, so so fat there's only one post, but I have faith that he will get his ass together, and get writing - and I trust that he will write something good.
The blog: I'm game - are you?
Being a new blogger is never easy, you might not know what to write, how to write it - as for layout, tone of words and generally how you do your blog so you might get some views, and yet still have a personalized, unique blog that you like yourself. You might think that I am over-dramatizing, this whole blogging deal, but if you're running a personal blog it is actually a bit hard.
I hope Marcel is going to love blogging, just as much as I do - I think his passions for the gaming world will clearly shine through, and help him make his blog awesome! He is a really down-to-earth-guy, and we share a similar sense of humour, and I wouldn't be surprised if he pops in a few jokes, even if they're terrible! ;-) Marcel if you read this, you know I am joking.. Though you do crack some terrible jokes and puns.. Still not as bad as mine though - you've got to practise hard to get to my level!
This has been a shameless promotion of Marcel and his blog, and if you care for gaming I will recommend this blog, as I am sure that this blog will be great!
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Where is my voice?
Hi guys!
Sooo.. I have had a sore throat for some time now, and I have had a bit of fever for the last few days. This have given me a few problems, some in form of clothing crisis (with the fever it is impossible to predicts if I will be warm or cold as fuck, so I have more or less just been dressing in jeans, a small top and a giant jumper, sweater or something like it..), other in where I have just been in pure agony - not being able to do a single shit about my situation because I have been close to "overdosing" (nothing serious, calm your tits guys) on the painkillers and throat-lozenges. I have had an abnormally high consumption of tea and coffee lately, anything to sooth my throat.
Yesterday, at my school, there was this café in the evening. Some of my friends were going, and I had planned to do as well - but then my throat decided to hurt like fuck with the slightest sound or littlest amount of food I tried to swallow. So I was planning on stating home, and I was just heading out for my running program (I am very fucking stubborn about this program, I dropped it once, it is not going to happen again! So I headed out despite feeling like crap.. maybe a bad idea), when two of my friends stated bombarding me with texts, telling me to move my ass to the school and be with them instead of my warm, cosy and lovely bed.. It probably was a really bad idea, but I honestly don't think that I would've gotten better, just by laying in bed.
I went to the café after some persuasion by my friends, after my run of course, and I had a really nice time with my friends. And lets just say the playing twister in skinny-jeans... Well it's fucking hard and almost impossible, I dare to say! It was, to say the least, very fun to watch some of the boys having a hard time bending their bodies in the ways required to stay in the game. Ah, well - I got home, took a few more lozenges and headed to bed a little late (there was a film on that I watched before going to bed, woops).
Today.. I woke up feeling like utter shit. Just just a sore throat, but a throat that felt like it was on fucking fire just by breathing, nausea and a feeling that my body temperature has risen to about 47 degrees Celsius - I basically felt like I was dying by melting.. What a fucking great idea it was to go to the café while my body was fighting an oncoming cold (or whatever this shit is..?), but I had a better time than I would've had if I stayed home in my bed. So yeah - worth it maybe.
But now.. My voice is gone.. Not just low or hoarse.. It's actually gone. Gone, dead, pow I have no idea what happened. I was this morning, and for the morning assembly I was perfectly able to speak, well it was a bit hoarse (BUT MY VOICE WAS STILL THERE!), but then during the free block thing, my voice just somehow magically disappeared.. I was laughing at something someone said, and then when I tried to say something again, my voice just failed.. No sound, whatsoever could be drawn from me, and it was freaking annoying! I have often been in silence as a protest or to prove that I was able to do so (I am normally a very talking person), but actually loosing the ability to communicate for while was horrible!
After a while I was able to make small noises and speak in a very low and squeaky voice, but if I tried talking "normally" it would hurt my throat like fucking fuck. I am aware of the fact that that phrase isn't particularly creative, but I think you get my drift. I was horrible having German, we had to discuss rules for Criminal films or series.. And me having a almost destroyed voice.. Well it was a different class.. I tried contributing with something constructive to the talks.. But I ended up just sitting and listening to the others talking. It was honestly quite boring, and I started writing this.
Finishing up this freaking novel I've written here, to go make some of my homework - hope my throat gets better, and I'll talk to you guys later, peace!
Sooo.. I have had a sore throat for some time now, and I have had a bit of fever for the last few days. This have given me a few problems, some in form of clothing crisis (with the fever it is impossible to predicts if I will be warm or cold as fuck, so I have more or less just been dressing in jeans, a small top and a giant jumper, sweater or something like it..), other in where I have just been in pure agony - not being able to do a single shit about my situation because I have been close to "overdosing" (nothing serious, calm your tits guys) on the painkillers and throat-lozenges. I have had an abnormally high consumption of tea and coffee lately, anything to sooth my throat.
Yesterday, at my school, there was this café in the evening. Some of my friends were going, and I had planned to do as well - but then my throat decided to hurt like fuck with the slightest sound or littlest amount of food I tried to swallow. So I was planning on stating home, and I was just heading out for my running program (I am very fucking stubborn about this program, I dropped it once, it is not going to happen again! So I headed out despite feeling like crap.. maybe a bad idea), when two of my friends stated bombarding me with texts, telling me to move my ass to the school and be with them instead of my warm, cosy and lovely bed.. It probably was a really bad idea, but I honestly don't think that I would've gotten better, just by laying in bed.
I went to the café after some persuasion by my friends, after my run of course, and I had a really nice time with my friends. And lets just say the playing twister in skinny-jeans... Well it's fucking hard and almost impossible, I dare to say! It was, to say the least, very fun to watch some of the boys having a hard time bending their bodies in the ways required to stay in the game. Ah, well - I got home, took a few more lozenges and headed to bed a little late (there was a film on that I watched before going to bed, woops).
Today.. I woke up feeling like utter shit. Just just a sore throat, but a throat that felt like it was on fucking fire just by breathing, nausea and a feeling that my body temperature has risen to about 47 degrees Celsius - I basically felt like I was dying by melting.. What a fucking great idea it was to go to the café while my body was fighting an oncoming cold (or whatever this shit is..?), but I had a better time than I would've had if I stayed home in my bed. So yeah - worth it maybe.
But now.. My voice is gone.. Not just low or hoarse.. It's actually gone. Gone, dead, pow I have no idea what happened. I was this morning, and for the morning assembly I was perfectly able to speak, well it was a bit hoarse (BUT MY VOICE WAS STILL THERE!), but then during the free block thing, my voice just somehow magically disappeared.. I was laughing at something someone said, and then when I tried to say something again, my voice just failed.. No sound, whatsoever could be drawn from me, and it was freaking annoying! I have often been in silence as a protest or to prove that I was able to do so (I am normally a very talking person), but actually loosing the ability to communicate for while was horrible!
After a while I was able to make small noises and speak in a very low and squeaky voice, but if I tried talking "normally" it would hurt my throat like fucking fuck. I am aware of the fact that that phrase isn't particularly creative, but I think you get my drift. I was horrible having German, we had to discuss rules for Criminal films or series.. And me having a almost destroyed voice.. Well it was a different class.. I tried contributing with something constructive to the talks.. But I ended up just sitting and listening to the others talking. It was honestly quite boring, and I started writing this.
Finishing up this freaking novel I've written here, to go make some of my homework - hope my throat gets better, and I'll talk to you guys later, peace!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Family frictions
THIS WAS WRITTEN IN DUBLIN
As expected - this holiday is really creating some frictions between my parents and I.. There has been a few quarrels and arguments, but so far nothing major has happened, but we just get more and more irritated and grumpy at each other, it's like we're not even trying to behave anymore..
Not that I am really bothered, because I am honestly getting really tired of my parents' shit - and how fucking sensitive they're apparently getting over the course of our one week vacation - and I do know that I am most certainly not helping out with the mindset I have, but I think my reason is valid.
One of the reasons that I have stopped giving a fuck (or a feck, as they say here in Ireland), is the fact that my parents are accusing me of all these stupid things, things I haven't done. I am pretty sure you all know the situation; you are discussing something with your parents, and you're coming up with good and valid arguments for your case - and then your parents get mad, and tells you to "stop talking back" to them.. Like Jesus fucking Christ mate - would you be do kind to shut the fuck up??
I am aware of the fact that I am sounding like a little spoiled brat, and I might be - but I honestly think my parents are violently overreacting in these cases! We were visiting Kilmanham gaol (a very important jail in Irish history), and after the tour we headed towards the cafeteria, to get a cuppa before we headed towards the city again. I couldn't decide what kind if coffe I wanted, and that is apparently a thing my father hates, since he started practically yelling at me that I should "make up my fucking mind".
Sure, I should've made up my mid faster - but that sure as hell didn't give him any reason to start yelling at me? I think he was overreacting and said something along the lines that it was just a cup of coffe, and that "Jees calm down!". That didn't south him very much...
My dearest father then continued, when we found a table, by saying that he might as well go home to the hotel since, for all he knew, I had ruined his day by acting the way I did.. Jesus fuck, that man needs counseling or something like that! Goddamn.. You should honestly think that he knew how to handle teenagers since he has 3 other kids.. Which are all grown up, but you know what I mean!
All though, two of them are boys - and they do just more or less lock themselves in in their rooms and come out when they are over the teenage age - and my sister was proberbly one of the least teenage-ish teenagers you'll ever come across..
When we went on a day trip around the Wicklow area, we stopped at a shop/cafeteria/store-thing where there was a whole lot of jewelry and clothes and handmade stuff. We had headed out quite early in the morning, so I had stuffed the earrings I wanted to wear, in my jacket pocket. When we were leaving the shop, Helene and I had went to the bathroom - so my parents had our coats. Helene and I got to the bus before my parents, and as my mother entered the bus and passed me my coat, she whispered in my ear and asked me "what are those earrings in your pocket?!". Later on she told me that she apparently just thought I had bought some new earrings and that I didn't wanted to tell - but I am pretty fucking sure that she thought I had stolen them.. I don't think I have ever been so fucking offended in my life. My own mother thought I had stolen something!
Again - I am aware of how aweful I sound myself, but dear God I feel proud of myself for not ripping my own head off and screaming at my parents for hours. I am such an awful child to have - but I am pretty fucking sure that my parents are a bit overreacting, even for teenage parents!
Monday, October 21, 2013
Keep calm
So, I found this awesome shirt in a shop the other day, I am soooo up for buying this! Unfortunately my parents don't really agree with me. I will have it, even if I have to order it over the webs! Here is a picture - I think you will agree it was amazing!
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