Daft Hands

Check out the daft hands on the right, its class!!!!

Christmas Films

I went to see Fred Clause during the weekend, it was a bit of a let down. I thought considering Vince Vaughan was in it, that it would be good, but oh no I was mistaken! Don't get me wrong it's not terrible but it certainly isn't terribly good either, it would not be considered by me as a good Christmas film. It definitely is not top shelf material like 'Miracle on 34th Street', my all time favourite Christmas film. A film which actually captures the spirit of Christmas.

I need a job

I quit work on Friday, I have decided it just isn't the job for me. I like bar work but I'd much rather work in a pub than in a hotel because at least in a pub you can have a bit of craic with the customers but in a hotel you have to be very professional, which is okay but it tends to get a bit annoying after a while and the hours are very long. So I told the owner and needless to say i broke the poor mans heart what with me being such a great worker and all :) so I'll be leaving around Christmas time so anybody with a job offer... let me know please.

Smoking

I was down town yesterday getting presents for Christmas and I walked by a boy, no more than nine years old I'd say. And there he was puffing away on a cigarette, at first I thought okay it must be one of them pretend ones, but I really don't think it was. Nine years of age and him smoking?? What is our country coming to? Besides how can someone so young even get cigarettes? Surely if he asked an adult to get him cigarettes the adult would have to have the sense to say no, wouldn't they?? I think the price of cigarettes should be pushed up to over ten euro, so many people in Ireland die from cancer caused by smoking so why do people continue to smoke the cancer sticks? I realise they are addictive but it's not like there isn't help out there to help you give them up.

HOW

HOW

Look at the video on the right handside just to see how bad things are for these children.

So I have told you all about work on Saturday night, the fund raiser for orphans in the Philippines, i checked out their website today because the talk they gave was really good and i wanted to find out more about what they do. The organisation is called HOW (Helping Orphans Worldwide). Some of the stories they told on Saturday night were very sad. The picture above is of two children, aged 9 & 10, in an overcrowded prison. The organisation managed to get them out of the prison and reunited them with their families. But there are many young imprisoned children that the organisation can't help. On Saturday they told us that the prisons are so overcrowded that the children are being made share beds, some of the children have to share beds with renowned paedophiles and everything, its very sad because a lot of the children are innocent or guilty of very petty crime. Some are just put into prisons because they have been abandoned.

Ross O'Carroll Kelly

I can't stop reading these books lately, I'm addicted to them. They are the funniest books i have read in ages. He is so cocky and full of himself, and what makes them so good is that everybody knows a guy that is in some way similar to Ross, and some of his one liners are gas!! Seriously you should read some of them, the author is a genius!!

American boys can drink!!

So as I said in my last blog, Nick had his family over from America, we decided we would bring his cousin Cormac out for a few drinks. He is only 18 and the legal age in America is 21, because of this we thought it would be a fairly cheap night, thinking two bottles and he would be on his ear. But this was not the case at all at all! We all met up in Clarkes pub on Peter St. Drogheda, we only had two drinks there, then we wandered down O'Sheas, 3EUR a drink, how could you go wrong? but we didn't have proper drinks, all we had were shots, don't ask me how but between myself and Nick we manages to spend 190EUR... 3EUR a drink, you do the math!! So then we went to the drink link at about half twelve, we had to take out money to pay into Earth nightclub. So we went to Earth and only got one more drink because the place is a rip off!! Turns out though as we were trying to get Cormac drunk we became the drunk ones, don't you just hate when that happens!! So American boys who still are not legal to drink can hold their drink better than Irish boys who have been legal the past three years.

Why oh why do i take these panic attacks?

Okay so I had to go to thanksgiving meal on Friday night because my boyfriends family were home from America. So we went to Baltray golf course for the meal which was really nice, but I began to feel really weak and my head started spinning, so I went outside for a little while and that made me feel a bit better. Then i had to go to work on Saturday, it was reeeeaaalllly busy because there was a Charity event on to raise money for orphans in the Philippines. The room was really warm and I started to feel sick, I was serving a man a pint of Guinness (which I must admit looked fairly good!) but then my eyes began filling up with tears and my breathing started going, I had to run out the back and one of the girls I work with Sinead helped me and reminded me I have to breath and stuff. Can anybody please tell me the reason for these things always happening to me? It's seriously starting to annoy me at this stage!!

Crazy Drogheda People!

The Friday we finished college for Halloween myself, Megan and Louise got the bus home, I wanted to get the Matthews bus but they insisted that we get the Bus Eireann one. So we waited around in the cold for an extra fifteen minutes and then the bus arrived. The bus was getting fairly full but we managed to get seats beside each other. That bus journey was the longest bus trip ever!! It took us fifty five minutes to get home, Drogheda is only at the most a thirty minute drive away. When we got onto the North Road, we actually just stopped moving, we were stuck in the same place for about ten minutes because the traffic was so bad. Finally we arrived at the bus depot and we could get off. My friend is in college in England studying to be a primary teacher, she was off college for the week and had come home. So while everybody else was going to McDonald's I was going up to visit my friend. I walked over to the taxi rank at the back of the old shopping centre and there was no taxi's so then I went to the taxi rank on Peter St. were there was also no taxi's, I stood around waiting for one to come along. While I was waiting this woman came up to me, about mid forties I'd say, "Are you waiting on a taxi love?"
she said, I answered her telling her that I was. And then she began to go on a rant about how she has to get a taxi because she was in an accident. Clearly I played the old sympathetic role, just to be nice but then she seemed to think I was very interested in the whole subject and began to tell me that her sister-in-law told her she should go to a shrink because she had been in an accident. She also began to tell me about how much of a pain her sister-in-law is. While this was going on a man of about sixty was strolling down the road and stopped, put his face right up to mine and poked me in my nose and said 'how aaaaaaarrrreeee ya???', in a big bogger accent and then kept walking. I had never seen the man before in my life. At long last a taxi finally arrived, to say I was delighted would be an understatement! I thought I had got away from the crazy Drogheda people...but oohh no, it just wasn't going to be my day. The taxi man started giving out saying that the traffic in this town is a joke (which it is to be fair,) so I told him about the North Road being really busy. Then he proceeded to inform me that he was in 'fowl humor' because somebody had smashed the back window of his taxi during the week while there was a passenger in the back. I said God that's terrible, just to be polite. And then he took the bill out to show me, €270 big ones it cost him. At this stage he started to tell me that he knows who did it and that he'd get the money off him by Tuesday or he'd be getting a call from the Gardai. Then he went on to tell me that he had seen him today and threatened him, at this point I began to get a bit worried and scared of the crazy taxi man. So I said oh this is my stop I'll get out here, still a good ten minutes from my friends house. Drogheda people really are crazy!!! Thank God I'm from the outskirts :)

Why do people faint??

Okay, so a few weeks ago I was sitting in the Online P.R lecture when I looked at my arm and I had a rash all over it, I showed it to Steve and Paddy who informed me that it was probably some kind of disease that would end up killing me in some way... thanks guys! Then I got a really bad headache so I went up to the nurse with Megan and got checked out, she told me I should go home to bed and try sleep it off. So I got the one o'clock bus, we were going through Dunleer when everything started passing by me really slowly and cars that were doing 80kph seemed to be crawling along and only doing 10kph. I knew I was going to faint, I put my head in my hands and the next thing I remember is waking up and some boy asking if I needed something sugary and was i diabetic, and no I'm not diabetic, I just always faint! He called the girl who had been sitting in front of him and she came over, she was really nice and gave me water in case I was dehydrated and let me use her phone to ring my Dad. I faint at least three times a year and I have apparently been fainting since I was four. So what I want to know is why people faint?? Is it some genetic thing, because my Mam used to faint a lot when she was my age. When I told my Grandad about this he said to me 'Ahh sure it was probably something to do with the weather,' what is it with Irish people and assuming that when you feel sick or have a cold or in my case faint it is because of 'the weather'?? Is it just an Irish thing or is this worldwide?? And is it true??

Thank you college girl!

So I was in college on Monday, after all my hard work in classes :) I decided it was time for us to go get some food so we went off to the cafeteria for some soup which was cold!! I sat down at the table and went to get my phone but I couldn't find it. (I'm one of those people who has their lives in their phone and is always texting people and talking to people on the phone). So obviously I began getting annoyed so took the auld boyfriends phone to ring up my number and some girl answered, I had dropped my phone while getting food and didn't even notice, (so observant eh??). Anyway the girl was really nice and said she would drop my phone into the dinner ladies and I could pick it up there. so after my five or ten minutes of worry I finally got my beloved phone back! goes to show there are still a few decent people around! I told one of my best friends about this and she said to me, "your lucky you got it back, if I found it I would of sold it!", very nice of her eh?? So anyway just in case the returner of my phone ever happens to drop in on this page which I think is highly unlikely but hey worth a shot- Thanks!!