'I Just Had A Change Of Heart'

I've been listening to The 1975's new album as of late, in particular the song 'Change of Heart'. This piece stemmed from listening to the song repetitively, mainly to the lyrics.



A song can instil and rise emotions from us, the lyrics similar to own feelings. Even the feelings we keep hidden. CoH reminds me of how we all start new adventures with naive ideas and dreams of how things will occur. Mostly, these ideas never quite come to fruition, leaving us alone and not shattered, but feeling defeated.

A change of heart doesn't have to relate to a lover or a romance. It can be a friendship, conversations or events. It can be the change in the dynamic of how people act towards each other or relate to a topic. When one person may foolishly think everything will remain the idealistic way things were initially, without realising another has parallel ideas and thoughts.

Hiding a change of heart until the last minute helps nobody, especially you. Smashing the ideals of how things were with a cruel and calculated expression of face and words is unnecessary. Yet blaming the change of heart on the other is more fatal a blow.

A change of heart can be healthy, it can show you the toxicity of relationships and people you once trusted. The person you once confided in, can believe you to be the enemy and dirt under the hooves of their high horse in an instant. These are the type of people not to partake in company with. The cruel and calloused of this earth should be avoided, along with their evil calculated motives.

Yet, a change of heart can teach you about yourself and the kinder amongst you. To think I was weak was a mistake. I am a fighter, I am a voice, for the betterment of society, I aim to speak up for those who are quiet and silent. I fear causing pain to others, knowing that so many have caused the same damage to me. Knowing the lasting impact of the hurt. Knowing it can be avoided.

On occasion, a reminder of your own personal strength and endurance is necessary and required. Reminding oneself of the events you have overcome can bring extra strength and resilience. I once said that it was the small act of bravery that define us in our lives.

Those small acts of bravery can sometimes be opening your door, knowing what may be on the opposite side of the door, in the wooden hall. It can be going to eat breakfast or entering the kitchen Monday through Friday for a semester. Bravery can be knocking on a person's door trying to resolve an issue, followed by the realisation that no matter your actions, a person can simply be close-minded, stubborn and spiteful.

Their change of heart can initially cause discontent, but knowing the true calibre of a person and their true nature is more important than a false friendship. I referenced this quote in my sixth year yearbook that 'your time is limited so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important have the courage to follow your own heart and intuition.'

I had another flick through the yearbook and found a friend wrote, 'You have a voice, use it!'

I stayed silent for months on end. An acquiescent silence should never be imposed upon me, or anyone, by dramatics and crocodile tears. Any attempt to speak out should never be doubted by gaslighting and a torrent of imposing isolation.

You are wrong to doubt me and my emotional strength. You aren't the first to try beat me down with cruel syllables and actions. I won't stand for it. Not any more.

I too have had a change of heart. I'm not sorry. 
I did all I could.

I dreamed the idealistic dreams and achieved a few of them.
I'm not sorry that I achieved them.
I'm sorry that you didn't.
I'm sorry for your indignation and utter hatred regarding those dreams and their reality.


I'm dreaming more dreams of my life and its events. You're no longer in them.
 I had a change of heart too.
 I'm not sorry.

I wrote this blog post a couple of months ago and only really got around to posting this now.  Yet I must acknowledge internally that feelings are real and should be experienced, not bottled up or hidden.

''Show Them All You're Not The Ordinary Type''

Hey Everyone!

I am now officially on my Easter Holidays! Unfortunately for me, it won't be a time of relaxation as I have my Irish and German Orals (Speaking Exam) as soon as I'm back in school.

I'm taking the three weekends off, however I'll be studying for ten days (two school weeks so to speak) I'm also doing Easter Study as another way to motivate me. I'm glad I had two mock Irish orals during the week as I learnt all 20 sraithpictiur for them. As well as orals, I also have to finish  my Ag Science project which will be interesting!

Grace was 16 during the week so we all went out to celebrate. It was a brilliant night and resulted in some funny selfies being taken (Some are down below) I had forgotten how rowdy TY's were in comparison to Sixth Years. They were bursting with energy when all I wanted to do was sit and relax. Oh well.

Apart from swotting sraithpictiur (I wish I could literally hit them sometimes) and going to Grace's party, very little happened during the week. I have a feeling that from here on in until June, my life will be a little dull due to the immense amount of study I'll be doing. (Being a perfectionist is not fun) It was weird to do no homework or study whatsoever over Saturday and Sunday. When the Leaving Cert ends, I will have no idea what to do during my spare time (Probably scroll through Tumblr)

I've found myself scrawling in some of my notebooks which is so relaxing and helps relieve some of the stresses of exam preparation. I'm working on some other blog posts and even a YouTube video or two. Hopefully I can achieve everything I want to over Easter.

Grace and I !

Viv and I!

AwkwardSprinkles

When you're studying Sraithpictiur, anything seems funny.

Hello there! I didn't see you behind the stacks of books in my room!

How will you be spending your Easter holidays? 

Relaxing or cramming for two weeks like me?
Let me know in the comments!

Stay Strong, Happy and Fearless!
Aveen 

*Lyrics: Panic! At The Disco - Let's Kill Tonight

''Free And Young And We Can Feel None Of It''

Hey Everyone!

This is my first lifestyle blog post of the year! I can't honestly comprehend how quickly the year has been so far. I never quite realised that ten days could pass by in such a hasty fashion. I went back to school this week, which was in one word, traumatising.

I started the week by contracting tonsillitis, exactly what a Sixth Year needs on their first day back after Christmas! I woke up at 2.30 am, struggling to swallow anything and in general agony. I went to the doctor at 7 am, got some medicine (I nearly said the Irish word, help) and went onto school at 9 am. Many people thought I was insane (I could barely talk) but when you're in Leaving Cert there is genuinely nothing you can do but stick it out. missing out on valuable classes is truly not an option.

I managed through school, it was the first time since I had fatigue late last year that I felt back to normal in school, both physically and academically. I'm academically back where I was before I was absent which is such a relief, considering how close the Mocks are. . .

I don't really want to talk about the Mocks as this week I realised it's around a month until them and each time I think about them, my throat tightens and my heart thumps with worry and stress. This week the Leaving Cert timetable was released, which I swiftly printed out and stuck at my study desk as one of my 'motivating pieces'

I realise I've never talked about my 'motivating pieces' at my study desk! They are random things to keep me motivated and determined to achieve the best I can in the exams. For example, one is a quote of ''She turned her can't into cans and her dreams into plans' as I want and desire for the same to happen. Another is a poster of the college I want to attend, a letter from said college, the Leaving Cert timetable and also a small photo of me aged twelve.

A photo of myself you ask? It sounds weird doesn't it? It's not out of vanity (trust me I wasn't the most photogenic twelve year old) It's a passport sized photo and it was taken when I was in Sixth Class, so I'm wearing my primary school uniform in it. I keep it at my desk so whenever I feel like giving up studying or feel frustrated with study, I look at the photo of 'the little girl' and I know - I need- to make this little girl proud of who I have become. It's an incentive to be the best I possibly can be. It's based on the quote, ''If you spoke to your ten year old self, would they be proud?''  I want that little girl to know that I'm trying my utmost to achieve the dreams we share for the future.

I also paid my deposit on accommodation at the college I want to attend, which was a mentally daunting experience. It's all becoming very real indeed. For years I've dreamt of going to college to do something I've always wanted to do. Now, it's all coming into place and I should be thrilled, but I'm utterly petrified at the same time. Time is going by so quickly I'm worried I'll fall behind, or something is going to happen and it'll all be over. I'm determined to keep studying and learning as intensely as ever, there's only six months left of this Leaving Cert and I'm focused on making it the best experience I can.

Everyone in school is generally talking about Leaving Cert timetables, Debs and of course Mocks. We were sitting at the bench at lunch when a GAA lad threw a ball of tinfoil at us, leading to the question of ''Who threw that?'' being raised by a friend of mine. I swiftly replied that it was 'The Peasants' which, in all honestly, led to dirty looks and raised eyebrows all round. Am I sorry? Not at all. In all honesty, if you comment pure and utter spam on my blog for no reason whatsoever, you should really realise that you're not a saint who's untouchable and shouldn't be offended by a mild word in comparison to what you have commented here.

I also hope to make another 'Letters to the Leaving Cert' video in the coming weeks, maybe the midterm after the Mocks? I've gotten some really positive feedback on the videos which is always a bonus! Even if they were ''so sad'' but it's a roller coaster of a year full of ups and downs, I just have to focus on the positives.

Photos from my week!

My advice on life.

Some weird snaps I sent to Grace.

The epitome of my life as of late.

*cries in the corner*

Let us pray indeed.

My Godmother gave me the cutest Christmas present ever, in particular this mug with the yummiest hot chocolate! Thank you :D

I finished this last week. I've always been a massive fan of the Shopaholic series, I'm so excited for the next book! 

Stay Strong, Happy & Fearless!

                                                                       Aveen xx

*Lyrics: Hozier - Sedated.
Definitely one of my favourite songs at the moment, whenever I have spare time I have his album on repeat!

''You Don't Get To Choose If You Get Hurt In This World...But You Do Have Some Say In Who Hurts You. I Like My Choices.''

Hey Everyone!

IT'S OFFICIALLY FEBRUARY! *Happy dance* I honestly felt that January was possibly the longest month in existence. It seemed to drag on & on endlessly! At least now it's February so signs of Spring will begin to appear more prominently each day.

This week seemed to fly by! I can't believe I've been back in school for four weeks, it feels as though it's a lot longer. I didn't get as much homework this week thankfully (although some teachers did pile on the homework, but I finished it before the weekend) I have a feeling all my teachers are desperate for Mid-Term (I know I am)

I had an interesting week especially in business, when my teacher told us to write a fairytale about how ''Ireland had lots of money, what happened next?'' As I love writing, I got a little carried away and wrote over 2 A4 pages in small writing, in comparison to half a copy page that everyone else wrote. My teacher actually liked mine, got a copy of it and actually read it to other people (incl my old business teacher) My embarrassment was actually indescribable! (If you're wondering, I wrote a story using childish language (intentionally) about how the IMF put Ireland in the naughty corner..) Yep, *sighs* the things I do..

Today was an interesting day. I started the day on my uncle's farm tagging the calves. If you wondering what tagging is, it's when you put an identification tag in the calves ears (it's standard practice all over Ireland) so the calves history and identity is known if it was sold to another farmer or whatever. As I'm studying Ag Science, I have to do a project on dairy farming so it was an ample time to take photos!

Later on I went to a meeting with the Gaeltacht I'm going to during the summer. As it's my first Summer going, I had to go to an interview to assess my standard of Irish. Overall it went really well. I've been planning this for nearly a year now, it seems strange that it's less than six months away now!

During the week, you may know about The Fault In Our Stars trailer being released. I watched the trailer as soon it was released. It was absolutely amazing! I mean, I cried after watching it (I watched it again before writing this and I started sobbing) but I think the casting is so accurate and brilliant. I'm honestly looking forward to seeing the movie (ahem Ansel Elgort yes) and John Green cast Ansel and Shailene so they must accurately portray both Augustus and Hazel Grace. In honour of the book that destroyed my emotions, this blog post is titled after one of my favourite quotes from the book.

Today is also Harry Styles' birthday. As I have a cardboard cut-out of Harry, I decided to help him celebrate! Photos are down below, and I think Harry loved his tiny cake and candle.. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY)

With Harry and his cake/candle :)

Tagging calves.. as you do. 

''Are you trying to put the tags in my ear?!'' 

With Harry, HB!

Random selfie after the Gaeltacht meeting 

So that's it from me for now, 

Stay Strong, Happy and Fearless!

Aveen xx 

I'm Only Human, I've Got A Skeleton In Me. But I'm Not The Villain, Despite What You're Always Preaching.

Hey Everyone!

So another week has passed in The Life Of Me. It's hard to believe there's less than a month left in 2013. It seems like only yesterday that everyone was panicking over the year having a ''13'' in it, now it's steadily approaching the start of 2014. It makes me think back and reflect on what 2013 was like for me.

At this precise moment, it's nearly 10.30am on a Wednesday. I'm meant to be in school but I'm ill, which sounds fun however when you lose your voice and are too tired to function, it's not so fun. Thankfully my Mam gave me my laptop so I've been here for the last hour going through emails, blog comments and procrastinating editing the YouTube video I filmed recently with Grace from Dainty Sprinkles (illness is my excuse)

I know I mentioned very little about last week, well off the top of my head I don't really remember it. I got all my Christmas test results back from my teachers and I'm delighted with my results, I won't go into detail about them but I got honours in all of them, even maths! I freaked out in the maths exam (which is always an adventure) and I was convinced I had failed, in the end I got a B. To say I nearly cried with joy is an understatement! 

Another random result was Business. In Ireland an A2 is 85% - 89% but an A1 is 90-100%. I got 84 in business and my teacher wouldn't let me have the A *cries* I was still delighted with a B1 though! Those were the two funniest results to get back (if getting results back is funny, which it isn't) 

On Saturday I was at Grace's house (which you can read about in a previous blog post) On Sunday I went with my parents to one of the shopping centre's in Dublin and shopped til we dropped. I spent all my money in Penneys and got a Starbucks Hot Chocolate which was so delicious and one of my favourite Starbucks drinks ever. 

Subsequently on Tuesday and Wednesday (today) I've been ill, which is never a bundle of laughs. On Tuesday I woke up with a sore throat and practically lost my voice in school throughout the day, after school my parents and I drove to Limerick to collect my brother from University. Which is a couple of hours drive, both ways. So I sat in the back of the car surrounded by blankets and with a pillow, continuously falling asleep. 

According to my parents and brother, I develop a sense of humour when I'm ill or as they put it, delirious. Unfortunately for all you lovely people I can't mention the jokes as they were quite inappropriate and I would never be able to walk into school ever again. 

So the last day of school is Friday, hopefully I'll be back in because the last day of term is always fun (and it's a half day woop) So hopefully I won't be coughing my lungs up next time I write a blog post! (or drinking Lemsip because let's face it, it's like dead bodies. Dan Howell reference ssh)

Stay Strong, Happy and Fearless!

Aveen xx

*From Tumblr* 

I love this photo because my nickname is The Goat (three year old cousins are very creative) 

HOT CHOCOLATE! Starbucks are just amazing. 

*****Lyrics: Paramore ~ Monster*****

I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas.... Just Like The Ones I Used To Know...

Hey Everyone!

So it's officially TEN days to Christmas! TEN! Anyone else excited? I officially have five more school days then I am free for two majestic weeks of relaxation and procrastination. Lovely! 

So as you can tell by these lovely photos, I was with Grace from Dainty Sprinkles recording YouTube videos! We made a video for my channel and also for Grace's channel. It was a very eventful afternoon rambling about school, Christmas, rants and tripod problems (the usual problem of bloggers and YouTubers, sigh.) 

We had a brilliant time even though technology and the weather seemed to be against us. We took some photos too which are below. As you can tell we decided to get into the Christmas spirit, Grace has an OOTD of the day (which I slightly photobombed, oops) 

So the videos will up as soon as possible, especially because they are Christmas themed. Due to homework and school, mine may not be uploaded until next weekend, BUT IT WILL BE SOON, I promise :)

Till soon, 

Stay Strong, Happy and Fearless!

Aveen xx

SMILE

SCREAM GUYS

YouTuber problems when the using an iPod.. !

Shameful Selfie

Hey Grace! 

Christmas Bloggers Series: Week 2: Decorate With Me!

Hey Everyone!

( This blog post is very similar to my blog post last week titled ''It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!'' if you haven't noticed :)

So here's some photos of my house at Christmas!
PS. My brother was born in December, try guess what his name is... (hint is in some of the photos) It's quite evident which child is the favourite ! ;)

A decoration on the tree..

A decoration on my brother's door..

FAIRY LIGHTS

A Starbucks Mug my brother brought home for me!

A tea light holder I have from Penneys

Fairy lights and a derpy Cara face in the background

I kind of love fairy lights in my room...

TREE

A decoration I made in First Year (FOUR YEARS AGO, I FEEL OLD)

A decoration an aunt of mine gave me when I was younger as it apparently reminded her of me, aww!


A bauble!


The Angel on the tree

It's the final countdown.. 

Another Noel sign!  

Ho ho ho !

Decoration on one of the doors..

ANOTHER Noel card, literally cannot escape the word at Christmas..

Coca-Cola! 

Love these! 

A decoration in my room!

I hope you all enjoyed looking at my house at Christmas, I know we all had lots of fun decorating the house for Christmas!
Stay Strong, Happy and Fearless!
Aveen x x

Othello Came To The Realisation That By Killing Desdemona, He Destroyed The Best In Himself..

Hey Everyone!

So you may have noticed I haven't posted in a little while, this is mainly because of my Christmas exams which are next week *gulps*

The past few weeks have been in two words, a blur. The past couple of weeks have flown by and I don't know where I'm standing (quite literally) I never quite realised how quickly time can go by, it's somewhat frightening. From my tired mind filled with random Othello quotes (spent this afternoon studying Othello for my English exam, fun) I'll tell you all a little about my weeks recently.

So I last spoke to you all ten days ago on my day off, which seems like a year ago! I had just gotten my tripod, which was named yesterday as ''FredOrGeorge'' which is a Harry Potter reference, you can't choose between the Weasley twins. My friend Grace of Dainty Sprinkles wanted to name the tripod George whilst my friend Tara said I should name it Fred. So it is now called FredOrGeorge because I kept saying to myself ''Fred or George, should I name the tripod Fred or George?'' Realisation hit. So welcome to the world FredOrGeorge!

For History class we went to the cinema to see the film ''The Butler'' if you haven't seen it yet, go check it out! The visuals could be a lot better however the actual story is brilliant and very historical. Seeing Oprah Winfrey and Alan Rickman in the movie was brilliant (Along with Alex Pettyfer but I honestly nearly cried because his acting was so good and portrayed how evil he was)

Last Wednesday (27th November) Myself and three people from my English class (won't name them, as I haven't asked their permission oops) took part in a public speaking competition about mental health with two other schools. For me personally, it was a big deal, I've never had much confidence with speaking up about something (in my childhood, bullying) let alone in front of other people, making eye contact. On top of that with the usual insecurities along with insecurities about my accent, I was honestly terrified.

We all spoke for 6 minutes about our topics, we spoke about ''In Life You Can't Stop The Waves, But You Can Learn How Surf Them'' I was first up for our school and I was terrified, heart racing, sweaty palms, the lot. I began to speak and everything clicked for me. I made eye contact with practically everyone in the room (this is the person who looks at the floor whilst walking in corridors) and spoke quite clearly. I was delighted with how it went.

Unfortunately we didn't get through to the next round, but I feel that as it was our first ever competition, we really did ourselves proud. I know there are some people I know who will probably laugh and say it was because of me, my accent or whatever, but I honestly don't care, you never can control me any more. (Should I mention I was speaking to the chairperson afterwards who congratulated me on an excellent speech?)

I was back in school after the competition and let's just say, A LOT of drama happened. It didn't involve me personally thankfully but a certain announcement made over the intercom about ''The skangers and scumbags and no I will not apologise for calling them that'' the next day literally made my life.

You might also be wondering, Why is the blog post about Othello from the play by Shakespeare? 
Well.... I was basically studying Othello all afternoon and one particular line really jogged my thought processes, ''Othello Came To The Realisation That By Killing Desdemona, He Destroyed The Best In Himself..''  I thought it was quite interesting and quite accurate. Desdemona was infatuated with Othello and even though he murdered her, she didn't tell Emilia it was Othello who killed her, ''Nobody; I myself'''. Othello then realised he had been played by his ensign Iago, Othello subsequently killed himself, deeming himself to be an ''honourable murderer'' but there is nothing honourable in murdering someone as innocent and as pure as the ''Divine Desdemona'' and realising that by killing Desdemona, he destroyed the best in himself.

A photo from Twitter that made my life.. (I'm a Sherlock fan as you can tell, yes I ship Johnlock!)

It's FredOrGeorge! 

What a bright, optimistic and happy ending! 

Stay Strong, Happy and Fearless!

Aveen xx

Now Is The Most Interesting Time Of All

Hey Everyone!

Apologies for being late with my blog post this week. It's Mid Term this week thankfully, however I was given simply tonnes of homework for the week! Thank you very much teachers, you're all far too kind. But on the bright side, I've finished most of the work already, all I have left is my public speaking speech, like 2 maths questions and revision, woop!

So how was my week you ask? Well...
It was a somewhat stressful start to the week. On Monday I had like three tests in the first few classes. First up was Irish, where I had to write two 2 A4 pages about why Lisín was the main character of Hurlamaboc (I came up with a far more accurate term for this short story, which I probably shouldn't mention, seeing as it's quite rude) The test went really well for me and I got a mark I wasn't expecting (An A, first time ever in Irish) Afterwards it was a history essay test given to both history classes, to decide who will be in which class. I had studied Lenin and Stalin in lots of detail and briefly revised Mussolini. You can guess which person the question was about.. Mussolini! Wahey!

To add to the stresses of exams that day. I walked up to my locker and discovered I had forgotten my locker keys! Yay! So I had to phone my Mam and ask her to bring them down (which she did, 5 minutes before class) Usually when I'm on the phone to my Mam I'm very panicky and anxious because, well, I call her when it's an emergency! This time however, I think I probably fractured my motivation and I was ''so done'' with Monday and it was only 8.30 in the morning. Fun times.

The rest of the week was much calmer, some teachers were absent but left work, which I didn't mind to be honest. The week was fairly quiet, I visited my Nana twice during the week (Best grandchild ever) Soon Friday rolled around, time seems to go by slowly when I'm wishing for the opposite. I had free double Maths and I wrote a small blog post about a quote in my journal. Ironically the last thing I've written as I think I have Writer's Block again. Marvellous.

''Last night I was flicking through my school journal, every week there is a quote on the top of the page. As you may know, I am positively obsessed with quotes and their advice and meanings. There was one quote in particular that had a profound effect on me.

''Now is the most interesting time of all''

It is a simple sentence, with a powerful and effective meaning. Perhaps that's what startled me so much. My interpretation of the quote is reflective of my life path at the moment.

''Now'' for me is from this minute, until I sit my last Leaving Cert exam in June 2015. It feels like a marathon of hurdles I must overcome to reach my goal, my dreams and my ambitions for my future. My future, what I want, what I desire. 

''Now'' is when I make the possibly life altering decisions. What I'm afraid of most is, that I will not achieve those goals. That all these years of work will be in vain. It's a terrifying and panic inducing thought. What terrified me most however is, NOW, is the time that decides this. I'm plagued by fear and a crippling anxiety that, something's going to happen, that I'm going to slip up somewhere between now and my Leaving Cert year (2015)

It is all focused on Now, and how I play my cards. This, supposedly is the most interesting time of all. It doesn't feel like it. Walking around school like a zombie, bags under my eyes from a lack of sleep that no make-up could ever cover. See there was an exam or two to study for.. I don't find that interesting. A nicer term to describe a generation of people with tired, lifeless and prematurely aged eyes and stress and anxiety levels higher than Mt Everest is just, sad.

A generation of genius' yes, but also a generation plagued by fear in our hearts. A fear of not ''living up to our potential'', that we will be the person who had it all, had a bright future.. but messed up. I promise you all, and myself, I don't want to be that person. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone. I guess now is a time to start doing something, because, now is the most interesting time of all apparently. 

Hope you enjoyed that and aren't filled with too much guilt over not doing homework (like me)

Stay Strong, Happy and Fearless,

Aveen xx

PS. I will be doing a bonus blog post about HALLOWEEN!! Stay tuned! xx

My Turbulent Back To School Week!

Hey Everyone!

It's been a CRAZY week in the Life of Me, I started back to school this week and I've been part of the J.O.A.L.L.A.P blog collaboration! Despite all the work I've been doing, I'm quite alert, hyper and giddy. Perhaps it's over-tiredness, I'm not quite sure!

I went back to school on Wednesday which, was eventful. I started in Fifth Year, last year I was in Transition Year so it was a huge wake up call on Wednesday. The teachers/principal began Assembly speaking about the Leaving Certificate, CAO applications and of course, university and college. What a lovely way to calm me, not. I literally left the Assembly panicking and hyper-ventilating. No, I promise I wasn't that bad however it felt like it.

So far I really like all my teachers, I'm doing all Honours/Higher Level subjects, yes even maths! I was delighted to have been put into all Honours classes. Based on experience from when my brother was in Leaving Cert years, it's a lot of hard work. Most of your time is spent working on projects, studying and revising. Which means less blogging time! I'm still committed to posting here at least once a week don't worry, I just won't be posting YouTube video's for the foreseeable future sadly.

It's the only logical decision as I don't want to stop blogging, YouTube takes up a lot of time. Between filming, editing and uploading it can take several hours. Blogging on the other hand, well I just type whatever what pops into my head. I do some brainstorming and write down what I have to include in that post. Perhaps over mid-term and other holidays I'll post videos. At the moment I have TWO recorded videos, unedited, but they exist!

I was studying for a few hours today (I did my homework and note writing last night) and I was revising my Irish vocab when my neighbours started shouting loudly at each other in the garden (something about a clothes line I have no idea) and I shouted in Irish back at them (from my bedroom) oops. In English, I said ''I'm not able to learn my Irish vocab because you're both shouting at the top of your voices in the garden, thank you!''  (I am a sarcastic person)

I've been in 5th Year TWO days and I'm already shouting at people in Irish. I worry for myself. I didn't even go on the internet for two days, which is a world record for me. I didn't even go on Twitter to see what Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil were up to! (Not even Tumblr!)

Also, it has come to my attention that several people from my school have been reading my blog! I don't post links to my blog on Facebook, only on Twitter & Tumblr, so HEY! So far I've had a fairly positive response from my peers. A cousin of mine also found my blog last week, I guess the secret's out! ;)

Also, in other very important news, an Irish poet (and an absolute favourite of mine) Seamus Heaney passed away yesterday at the age of 74. I know I'm not a literary genius or particularly eloquent, however I feel the need to express how literature has lost such an amazing person. For my Junior Cert, my main poet was Seamus Heaney, from what I can recall, I wrote about either ''Mid Term Break'' or ''Digging'' If you haven't read ''Mid Term Break'' I would highly recommend it, however I still cry after reading the poem. The last line particularly affects me, ''A four foot box, a foot for every year'' It sends chills up my spine, it's so beautiful and poetic, yet so deeply saddening.

R.I.P. Seamus Heaney, you will be sorely missed in the world of literature.


Playlist for this blog post:
Fall Out Boy ~ Just One Yesterday
The Band Perry ~ If I Die Young
The Killers ~ The Way It Was
The Coronas ~ Heroes or Ghosts
The Script ~ If You Ever Come Back
The Killers ~ Somebody Told Me
The Coronas ~ Won't Leave You Alone
Fall Out Boy ~ Young Volcanoes
Paramore ~ Anklebiters

Back to school *gasps with horror*

A way to describe back to school. (Except with more sorrow and horror)

So that's about everything for this week!

Stay Strong, Happy and Fearless!

Aveen xx