James Galore

A lot can change in a year

2012-11-22T15:25:00.001+00:00

Hey blogging world again; it's been nearly 365 days since my last post. I figured it would be a bit morose for my last post on here to be a memorial-thing. First year has finished, second year commenced and a lot has changed. From high school until now I would never have ever been able to picture my life the way it is. This post (has commenced formation on the 22nd Nov.) is essentially an overview of the last year or so. So allow me to take you on a whirlwind adventure!

Let us begin on 29th September 2011. Jordan's funeral had just taken place and I was craving to get back to a routine to try and put it out of my mind for a little while. I had begun class on the 29th Sept, within 15 minutes of my first class I had met a curious mancurian girl; who later would become one of the starring roles unbenownst to me.

Introducing Miss Ashleigh Louise Sharples.

Just for the LOLZ I'll introduce important characters with 2 photos, a nice photo and a DURT photo
...for the LOLZ

Miss Sharples is a fellow Genetics student and long time fan of baking,shopping,and is a collector of various owl paraphernalia. The incidence of meeting her will be defined by calling it EVENT 1.

Event 2, is a similar story of introduction. After building up the courage to attend the QUB LGBT(Lesbian,Gay,Bisexual and Transexual) Society; I was swiftly introduced to a Mister Barry Lafferty and a Miss Daniel Hogan.

Introducing Mister Barry Patrick Michael Lafferty
(Argumentative,eldery, Margaret Thatcher Impersonator)

and Mister Daniel David Hogan
(Full time asian)

After meeting the two guys I instantly forgot Barry's name. The weird thing to note here is that we would eventually become besticles and I share many a sleepover on the ever comfortable floor. A strange coincidence became apparent for some reason, not only did these guys live in Elms, and not only in the same building as Ashleigh but would live opposite her very door.
From this moment is was fate! Our destinies had been entwined and not much time has past before I had breached the door of Ash 12 for a friendly game of "The Game of Life".

Introducing Ash12

It was not apparent but Ash 12 would serve as the birth canal for our friendship. The proverbial uterus of our new bonds with one another. (Put delicately)

Upon entering Ash 12 on that fateful night of games (based on life and such). I met the lovely Harriet Theresa Maureen McCusker Catholic Moore and Miss Sarah Robb.

Introducing Harriet Etc Moore
(Ovaries on legs)

Introducing Miss Sarah Naomi Robb
(Miss 80's)

Finally after much deliberation all of had came together for the first time....

OR HAD IT?!?!?(DUN DUN DUN!)*suspenseful music*

One final addition to the group was vital for it to be complete.

Introducing Mister Ruth Ann Isobel McKeague
(The peacekeeping house elf)

It was only then that the wonder of our group could come to reality. We were young, ambitious and full of dreams....A team of dreams perhaps? Or maybe even a DREAM TEAM!*. This said team of dreams would eventually move out of Elms into their own 7-bedroom house; a lot happens from then to now.
The people are present, the moment is right. We'll find out what happens next in the next installment of "A lot can happen in a year.

*Dream Team, a very sad term used to describe the residents of 55 Melrose St

Yours retrospectively,

James

Thank You

2011-12-01T00:50:00.000+00:00

This is the first post I've made in a long time. However more important is that this is the first post since Jordan passed. This is the first time since the accident that things have seemed doable. A single fractured moment where I had a feeling I might actually be able to comprehend what has happened. However, this post shan't be a memorial or something like that because as we all know Jordan was not just a random person, she was a sister, a daughter, a believer, a former KHS pupil, a QUB student, a fussy eater, a girl who spoke her mind, a girl who made us laugh, however most of all she was our friend. Being our friend we can easily say without a doubt that no twitter update, nor facebook status, nor any length of blog post can ever sum up who extraordinary she was. So I shall not write a memorial or a goodbye but simply a thank you. I would like to say thank you to Jordan for being in our lives and for being so awesome.

James

Hair

2011-06-07T12:00:00.009+01:00

It's just typical of me to name a blog post after one of Gaga's songs, Which I love! HERE IT IS! And for Elizabeth's Sake, I should say HAIR IT IS!

This post is about my hair! WOOP! Lately I was thinking. I LOVE MY HAIR! With any luck I'll end up like either of my grandparents and Never lose all of my hair.No man as far back as 3 generations in my family has lost a great deal of his hair. Lucky for me. Some people may not understand how awesome hair is. So today we'll be taking a little trip into my bathroom!WOOO!

Today the topic is MY HAIR!

This is my majestic auburn hair in it's truly natural state. Without products and after a night's sleep. Most morning upon waking up with product from the day before in my hair. I'm already ready. Apparently my nocturnal movements try an avoid messing up my hair too much. I hate this hair. It's boring and it's not ME! However I'd rather have this as my morning hair than waking up and looking in the mirror to see a giant wad of CURLY hair on my head. LOL at Elizabeth and John. I remember as a child being told that eating the crusts of my bread made my hair go curly...Hmmm, guess who didn't start eating crusts until P7.

These are my sexy shower products.I adore Tresemme simply because of the amazing smell.I LOVE IT. I am finally back to tresemme. Not many people know that you should change your hair products every 6 months and if you're between the ages of 13-22 or so you need to change about once every 2-3 months or so. So it's back to Tresemme time! Quite frankly I love washing my hair. Seems weird/sad but I find it abnormally fun. Your hair is like clay, you can mould it to almost any shape as you will find out in the upcoming photos. Being a Product whore is a perfect match for my mother working in Boots, Discount + Mother paying = Me not paying = Happy Me. I have tried and used a ridiculous number of shampoo and to be honest, 80% are the same. 10% actually work extremely well and the other 10% make your hair that awful kind of clean. SQUEAKY CLEAN! You may or may not know what squeaky clean is, it's where your hair actually squeaks when you rub your hands through it when it's wet. It's horrid. Jordan knows what I mean. We've discussed this.

Ummm...This is Satan evidently. It begin out of boredom that I started styling my hair. Then I left the shower and got my camera to save a picture for some reason. When I took it my finger half covered the camera and resulted in this dark kinda creepy lighting. So no, my bathroom lighting isn't that scary. I am reallly not sure what's wrong with my jaw, it's all out of line. This picture gets scarier the more you look at it. Well at least we know I'd make a pretty cool demon? Moving on....

This is snazzy Rocker James. If you are unnerved by these photos and the amount of skin showing it may comfort you to know that I did put on underwear. This is no worse than seeing me at the pool. Which I'm not saying is exactly a pleasant thing but still.
Anyways, this is Rocker James. It does kinda remind me of something that Gareth Graham would paint/draw. Simply because of the hair and the pose. To be honest this picture was an accident I had my finger on the button and I think I thought I was about to sneeze but I didn't and accidentally took this photo instead but I thought it looked snazzy so her it is! My hair is rather long.... I didn't think it was...Oh well. more to play with!

Below we have Ninja James, I normally spend 75% of my time messing about, 15% shaving and 10% of the time backstroke shaving to get that smooth as a baby seals bottom feel. Apparently it's weird that I use 4 different products on my skin when shaving...

It so isn't...it's cool. My skin is crappy enough without them so shush. Also I am as I have mentioned before a product whore.

My nose looks really big LOL. I spend too much time playing. LOL at John! My imagination gets stronger with age! Hence my weird children. I'm rather glad I'll never truly grow up. My 2 worst fear about growing up is losing my imagination and being hairy. Both scare me. This picture actually progress to me wearing a black scarf amount my face and pretending to be a ninja some more.

To the Right we have "Unshaven James"
AKA:
Creepy Neckbeard James
and
Sex offender Beard

To the Left we have Suave Shaven James
AKA:
Sexy McSexington
and
*passes out from awesomeness*

Left: Here we have me with Gaga. Sexy duck pose! My hair is a side parting SEXY SEXY SIDE PARTING. JORDAN, We all know how Jordan loves Partings in general.
Right: Semi-smoulder
hair was random mess style, but looks awesome none the less.
Oh look John, That is how to pull of a Cardigan. YEOO!

Left: The Same side parting as seen above. However this photo is completely different because my eye brow is slightly raised, giving it's a sleazy quality.

Right: Dr Who Matt Smith hair. My hair is too short for it to be just as awesome and it's wet so I just look greasy. I look a bit traumatised for some reason.

Leftt: THE WAVE! This is what happens if you use a rounded comb and watchyay for distractions

Right: The famous Quiff, my latest hairstyle only to be stolen and models everywhere are using it. I still use it but not as much. Once it gets popular, move on.

The final 2
Left:What is left my my flick, it used to be much more prominent when my hair was longer but alas those days are over.
Right: I have named this character Malcolm, He lives with his mother and is also a serial killer, He gets angry one day when he cuts his hand on a can of tuna for the cat and then progresses to strangle the cat then knifes his mother.

That is all we have on hair. HAIR HAIR HAIR. Fantastic hair.I apologise if you got bored but I did originally take 98 photos. Many of those were me pretending to be various characters, like pirates and Santa. Things you do not need to see. Well that's all from me and my hair!

Yours hairily
James

Deepest desires- The Final 3

2011-06-06T20:09:00.000+01:00

The Final 3! DUN DUN DUN (Go away orchestra!)

#11 I want to be famous.
As mentioned in a previous post, one of my greatest fears is to die and not leave my mark on the earth. My dream way to do this is to become famous, I'm not quite sure how to go about it. I'd hate to be famous for being famous. Like Paris Hilton famous, that's not fame girl! THAT'S JUST SLEAZE! Anyways, that's besides the point. The most likely is to become famous in the fashion industry. Which would be good however being famous in the fashion industry rarely makes you famous to anyone outside of the designated fashion areas. There are many types of fame, something which people forget. It is rarely the case where you're famous enough to be known by everyone. for example. Film fame, many many people would know you but the likes of Elizabeth would barely remember your face. Fashion fame, Jordan doesn't even know who Anna Wintour is. Novel fame, You not only rarely see the authors face but if you're not a reader then you're not likely to know the author in the slightest. Science fame, Very few people know Boltzmann, an extremely successful scientist who brought us very useful discoveries and died surrounded by family on his death bed. Anyways, the sad this is that I will never be known by everyone. Good thing is that I'll never be forgotten. Woop!

#12 I want to never have to sleep.
I've been thinking about this one more and more. I'd be able to get sooo much done if I never needed to sleep. Think of all the COD I could play! Joke! Cod is a joke. I highly doubt I would be any more proficient in my studies however I will humour myself by telling myself of all the revision I could get done at night. To be honest, if it happened right now. I never needed to sleep again I'm pretty sure I'd mess around for about a year at night time. Then try using it productively, that would last about a week. Then instead I'd just lie in bed at night close my eyes and wait until morning like some sort of horrific Dracula monster.

#13 The final one. I want to have children.
I would love to have children. This may come as a surprise to those how only know my affiliation with children is strenuous to say the least. It annoys me that anyone is allowed to have children. I'm not saying I want to carry out some Hitleresque eugenics. I simply find it irritating that there are people in the world who want children and can't have them, meanwhile somewhere else in the world people are raising their 20 children to be racists and sectarians and homophobes. This is a topic that would drive me mad. Especially in Kilkeel when we can see people who under other circumstances had a different upbringing would be highly productive members of society. There is also the minor problem of this:

Things like this scare me. There is a slight chance now that these 2 will be able to procreate and have children worse than themselves. If there was a sign that the next generation would be free or even less plagued by social monstrosities such as those found in the area of Mourne I'd be happy. Anyway, that was a massive tangent. As i have mentioned to a few close friends before, if I were to have children they'd end up being the strangest children on the face of the earth. Other than their killer good looks and their vibrant intellect they'd be freaks. QUOTE from the future!

"Excuse me...Where do you think you're going Missy?!?
"Ummmm...out?"
"And where is your clown costume at?"
"UHHH! DAD! You know I prefer going out in my meat dress on Tuesdays!"
END QUOTE

Personally I'd simply love to meet my children due to the fact I'd assume they'd be like me. A thought of mine can be summed up in a postcard from Postsecret this week.

I can't wait to meet you children! See you..some day.. BYE BBZ!
Talking to unborn children.

That is all from my 13 things posts. Tune in next time with my next post "Hair"

Yours cravingly
James

SORT IT OUT PEOPLE!

2011-06-06T16:04:00.000+01:00

OK, it looks like our little blogging community needs to evolve. Not even in the pokemon sense. We read blog posts and write blog posts and rarely here feedback or discussion. However recently I've realised how much I'd like this not to be the case. I'd love to go onto blogger and see a comment once in a while. However one of the reasons I believe people couldn't be bothered writing comments on posts is because of CAPTCHA! The awful awful bot preventing device that we have to type semi-fictional words into. My last comment was on Jorman's blog post where I had to type in the word BLECH? REALLY? This irritates me so much because it can be prevented. I am now going to teach you all how to turn it off!!!

1) Go to your blog.
2) Click Design.
3)Click Settings
4)Select "Comments"
5) Scroll down to the bottom to here:

6) At "Show word verification for comments?" select no
7) Click Save Setting
8) Get comments from the lazier people!

PLEASE DO THIS! CAPTCHA IS THE MOST ANNOYING THING EVER! However if we finally move past this I don't want credit for this. It was Claudia how originally mentioned it, she made me get rid of mine. She asked us to do this AGES ago even if she doesn't remember.

More wishlist bbz!

2011-06-06T13:55:00.000+01:00

Might as well dive right in!
6# I want all of my friends to be happy once they leave me. This may seem an unusually selfless wish however you are mistaken. I'm kinda worried that at some point in my future one of my friends ends up a failure and then asks to move in with me and then I have to help them get back on their feet. Yes it does have the makings of the world's greatest rom com but I'd find it a major inconvenience to be honest. So a word of warning. You may stay with me in your darkest hours but don't expect me to be happy about it.

#7 I'd love a bus! (and to have my drivers license). Quite frankly I think buses are as cool as bow ties. Can you imagine cruising down the M1 in my bus, swerving gracefully as buses do between lanes at 200mph as buses also do. Naturally I'd have to redesign the inside to look like the inside of a whale and the outside would also look whalesque. I would call my bus either "The RoadWhale" or else the Henrietta. Perhaps I'd go really crazy and call it "Henrietta the RoadWhale."

This is an example. My RoadWhale will be 12 times larger, naturally but will look equally as ridiculous

#8 Some form of superpower. Quite frankly I loathe super powerful superheroes. Think they're so awesome, WELL YOUR NOT! I think their compensating for something; like the inability to roll their tongue and the like; or the ability to digest lactose. Yes I am insinuating that Powerful superheroes are lactose intolerant...Anyways, I do have a simple but powerful superpower in mind. The power to make people fall asleep instantly. It sounds crap until you think about it. Headlines "The world falls asleep", as is natural to my nature I would not be a superhero, I'd be a super villain! Can you seriously imagine me saving people because I enjoy it?
*SCENARIO*
"Oh thank you mysterious stranger for saving me!"
"Ahem..."*cough cough* *rubs fingers together for tip*
"You want me to pay you?! but you're a superhero?"
"Correction, I'm a superhero/student."
"I can't believe this?!!? This is extortionate!"
"...And this is execution" MWAH HA HA HA! *drops victim from top of building*
*END SCENARIO*

Moving on from my crooked ways...
#9 My own portable Orchestra
This became one of my desires ever since leaving the petrol station in Emma's Car with Jordan and insanely dramatic music playing. Dramatic music makes everything so much more intense and therefore awesome! Imagine it! Running for your bus, *DUN DUN DUN DUN!*; Just remembering your have forgotten to do something important *DUN DUN DUN!*; walking your dog, *DUN DUN DUN!*; putting a chicken in the oven, *DUN DUN DUN* trying to sleep *DUN DUN DUN DUN!*
...
I retract this wish. It just seems really annoying.

#10 A working Spell Checker on blogger. STOP BEING SO CRAP! I HAVE TO MAKE SURE I DON'T MISPELL THINGS NOW MYSELF!

Tune in next time for the final and most important countdown of my 3 final wishes!

Yours wishfully
James

Unlucky wishlist.

2011-06-05T13:16:00.000+01:00

I know, I know. The world is coming to an end. I have posted 2 times in 2 days. The blogging community has picked up again (probably because we're meant to be revising)...(Well most of us are, *scowls at Claudia*). Anyway, I saw this on the twitter trends and decided not to clog up your twitter with it but to spam up your blogger instead.

#13 things I want.

This list will include the possible, the impossible and the uncontrollable.
#1 A pair of converse/hi tops in each colour of the rainbow.

I'd even love them if they were £4 gola hi tops. This is a realistic but highly desirable dream for me. I'm not sure if it's the versatility of being able to match my shoes to almost any of my clothes or simply the knowledge of knowing I have collected a rainbow range of hi tops. Either way it'd be pretty PIMPIN!

#2 Good Roomates at Halls.
I'm not scared of Alcoholics, or druggies or even vomit all over the place. However I am scared that I will be back in first year high school. Anyone who actually knew me back then was either Jordan, Mark, someone who hated me (59%) or someone who thought I was weird (remaining percentage). I would like to take this opportunity to point out that I have grown in no way any less weird, I am accepted by my school mates because the weird has infected them. Yes, it is true and is rather obvious. My weirdness and affiliation with the bizarre has become contagious and colonised many hosts. Exhibit A:

I in no way claim to be the entire cause of the explosion of weirdness. Almost everyone has a little bit of weirdness inside of them I am simply the giant bizarre greenhouse that made such an environment as to allow the weirdness to flourish. TANGENT! Back to the topic on hand. I am aware that many of you fear what your next year of halls has in store for you. I am simply terrified of meeting people who don't get me. I am sure I can convert them to the bizarre and obscure but I'd rather not put in the effort. Besides, how normal can they be? I'll at least have the friends that I have tainted with an element of the strange close by anyways.

#3 This one may sound a bit unusual but sure. I'd love to design an outfit for big old Lady G. She'd basically accept anything so long as it was unique had an element of the bizarre and had a meaning behind it. Something I'm sure I could do easily. So if you're reading this Stefani get in touch bbz! Yes, I am 99% sure Lady Gaga will read this. how could she not read such an epic blog....*sigh*.

#4 To nearly win the lottery. If you know me you'll also know that when it comes to money I'm not the brightest at the whole financial side. It may sound stupid but the reason behind it is because I have this feeling deep down that at no point in my life will there be a moment where if I need money I won't have it. I don't mean that I'll necessarily be rich, I mean that I just never worry much about money and I'm pretty sure I never will. Even if I'm wrong I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that without the worry of money I'll not get as many wrinkles as the rest of you with your crater-esque worry lines! YEOOO!

#5 We've all heard my ramblings, we've all heard about the dreams. I want to own a boutique. I sometimes seriously think about it, mainly "If I don't do this now, I'll have to wait for my mid-life crisis." A little morbid but still it's true. It's actually an aspiration of mine that maybe I'll have the privilege to accomplish. I only mention this because I had another dream last night. Not of the boutique more of what will happen. I was in my living room and an old woman walked in, it was my mum only really old. She wanted to tell me what was going to happen. I'll start from the beginning. She began to tell me about the past. Alexander Mcqueen committed suicide in Feb 2010, 8 days after my 17 birthday. She told me the world's fashion industry would become dry and boring for 7 years until 2017 when I would rise up to replace the great loss of Alexander. I would go to uni for genetics and leave after my first year. Change to Fashion studies of some kind, in 2012. I complete a 4 year course taking us to 2016 then at the end of my course I immediately get a placement. In 2017 I release my first line and instantly become famous. After that I open my boutique on Saville Row called Half Moon. It ends there. There were other things but we'll not mention those now.I started to cry in the dream because I think my mum died instantly after she told me this. I'm not suite sure. Also the dates of when these happen weren't in the dream I worked those out in case you were thinking my dreams are insanely numerically accurate. I remember my last thought in that dream. "2017 is the year of the rooster. My sign!

I am aware that my recent posts have been long and , in my mind at least, tedious to read I'm sure. I shall continue the list at a further point. I simply hope that I have quenched your boredom for a while and try not to cry now that this post has ended another one will be posted in due course.

Yours desirably
James

Evolution is Real!

2011-06-05T00:27:00.001+01:00

From the blue semi painted store room piled high with boxes of various paraphernalia and memories of my grandmother to a bright orange study brimming with life and creativity. Perhaps a little dramatic but this is probably the reason. When it comes to revision, every other task or idea seems to balloon out of proportion to a point where it seems not only stupid but completely illogical not to complete the task. My last week has consisted of procrastination in various outlets including making a chicken pie and cleaning my house. The grandest of all these tasks was the sudden need to clean out the store in the garage and claim the room as my own. This post shall roughly follow the events prior to this post from my point of view.

Day One. The task seems like a tremendous effort and a gratuitous amount of time is required to complete the task.

This is what I was working with.

The clear out had begun. Trashing rubbish; clearing out wine bottles (119 as I counted); and moving boxes into the attic. The whole process was coming along nicely until disaster strikes. In the attic as I lift my foot it caught on a nail on a plank causing me to stumble. In an effort to stabilise myself I place my foot on the floor of the attic. A good idea when done on the spur of the moment. A bad idea when more thought is applied as the floor is made of plaster board. I had one thought as my foot broke through the plaster board, "This is gonna hurt." As I fell, One leg through the floor, the other through the hole the ladder goes through, I had another realisation. With gravity pulling me downwards and a large, and as I would soon find out hard, wooden beam now moving upwards between my legs it was not too long before certain, shall we say important, organs were in mortal danger. Skipping the gory detail we shall move on. I sat for a moment without pain. Then a familiar dull ache and several sharps daggers of pain shot from various locations of my lower half, namely my legs. I struggled free from straddling the wooden beam and staggered over to the wooden floor board. I lie down and die. After a minute the pain dies down a little. I sit there a little bewildered and my voice a few tones higher than normal and begin to laugh in an insane manner. I'm not sure if this is how I deal with pain but it seemed to ease it greatly. Moving on, the day ended with 2 outcomes: Firstly, the room was cleared and ready to paint. Secondly, the increased likelihood I will not be having children.

The following day I announce on twitter I shall require a painting buddy. Jordan passed the requirements and we would commence on Wednesday. I decide the room needs a white undercoat which I crudely apply to the wall. Wednesday comes around and Jordan and I set out to Knox's on an adventure. I know I want orange paint because with a brown carpet and a fantastic eye for colour from my fashion sense I know orange will look wonderful (not knowing that it would only look wonderful if it wasn't horrifically patchy). After some startling realisations on prices of paint I buy an extortionate pot of paint for nearly £23. Arriving home we discover that the same colour my brother used was the one we had bought. He has 2 thirds of a pot of paint leftover from painting his room. SCORE! Free paint. My mighty luck has conquered again, This total amount of paint was exactly enough to paint the room, leave some left over in case we need to top up some areas and to cover Jordan's hands.

Our magnificent work. This looks rather nice, but you can't really see the awful patches here.

With the walls orange-ificated, my new task was to varnish the doors. I varnished them and the door saddle. Many times later that day my mind would decide to forget about the newly varnished door saddle and allow me to step on it. I finally got it varnished and dried without my shoe print in it. VOILA!

Two of the sexist doors now in existence

Finally the room is ready to unveil. With some old furniture and a new sexily varnished window ledge the room looks stunning. It is not complete however, but little progress is likely to occur in the next while, hence this blog post is being written now rather than later. Here are some photos of my new Store.

Thus the never ending evolution of this room continues. It has reached this wonderful stage where I can stay in here without a gas mask. I have spent an awful lot of time in here. The chair is really comfy. If anyone has anything they'd love to donate to Mrs Store they are free to. Perhaps one day in the future Mrs Store will be full of life and laughter with the birth of a Store party? However such a thing is unlikely and dangerous if it were to threaten the container in any way. My humble store is nothing compared to the almighty pimped out container. However I am excited at the prospect of this little room. It is my baby and I will nurture it and it will be awesome! Well that is all for now and it's goodbye from me currently typing this up from the STORE! (Yup! I even get Internet out here! WOOP!)Thanks for reading bbz!

P.S This room is miles better than anything Laurence Llewelyn Bowen could make...

BIG SEXY LAURENCE!

Yours lovingly
James

I Wish I may, I wish I might.

2011-06-02T15:05:00.001+01:00

With a combination of boredom and solitude I am compelled to blog in hope that other will blog to cure my boredom. I apologise if this blog seem selfish but may I remind you that I am not a person who you'd like to talk to if I get bored for too long. The stir crazy kicks in after a while. So, in pursuit of fun I am making a "Probably" once in a lifetime offer. I am offering 3 wishes to my minute number of readers. Comment below with your wish and if you're lucky enough it may some true.

Terms and Conditions of Wishes:
1)They must involve me, so no wishing to win the lottery.
2)They must be possible for me to do, so no wishing to win the lottery.
3)They must be able to be accomplished with minimal cost.
4) They must not cause too much damage or harm to anyone including myself. This includes emotional and physical harm.
5)One wish per person until the total wishes granted has reached a total of Three.
6) They are all subject to being declined if they are in violation of any of the terms above or if they are too
extreme.

There are my basic rules. I'm sure I won't even get 3 wishes written down but sure, It might kill some time. Finally I will leave you with this....

P.S. Yes I know...it's disturbing...
Yours magically
James

The Adventures and Misadventures of Newry

2011-05-19T19:16:00.002+01:00

I have no blogged in....a "while". Convinced that my blog was uninteresting and boring. However after being reassured that my blogs at least killed time for people to read I decided to try my hand at a post. This is not a promise of frequent blogging nor is it meant to be a form of redemption from my dry spell of bloggedness, or lack thereof.

As I can assume you'd infer from the title this is about my fantastic trip to Newry. As with all great tales and epic I shall start from the beginning.

Yesterday morning I awoke 2 hours before my alarm was set to go off at 7am. I got up and from 7am until 9am is a blur. The only useful act I can remember actually doing was turning on the heater for a shower later. I had arranged for mark to pick me up at 10:45am. I wasted this time by watching the Oprah Winfrey show from 9am-10am. 10am was when I got my glorious morning shower. My herbal essence mornings are the best. Showered and dried I spent about 10 minutes deciding what to wear. I decided to try a new combination of my clothes. I wore a navy striped long sleeve top and a mostly homemade cardigan. Some comfortable jogger jeans and a pair of red hi-tops to complete my "nautical-esque" look.

Cropped it so you can't the the ridiculous face I'm pulling.LOL

I know, I know...I look divine.
Mark arrived 3 minutes late. I almost died.
"He's never this early."
I said to myself. Anyways after getting left to the town I arrived 10 minutes before my bus was due to leave. It had just pulled into the parking bay to wait until the departure time. I sauntered across the road groping myself for my wallet in my pockets to no avail. After a quick frisk and a physical pocket search I realised I had left my wallet at home. My brother's car was parked down the road so I waited by it hoping for him to return so i could borrow some moneys. it was not destined to be. my bus pulled away from the curb and I was not on it. The next bus to Newry would get me there 5 minutes after my appointment. So it would be useless. I conjured up a plan. My orthodontists has a rule, if you cancel twice and they are forced to make you a third appointment you have to pay a £20 fine for inconvenience. So I decided I might as well get a taxi, it'll cost £20 but I'll have to pay that anyway if I don't go. So I visited Jake at Wilma's house (his grandmother) Borrowed £20 to get a taxi. I stayed at Wilma's for some time. I love talking to people families for some reason. Time was pressing onward and I needed to leave. Wilma called me a taxi, it arrived and I set off for my house and then onward to Newry. Got to my house to find my brother was home. He was in the shower, so naturally he would have no idea that I was there so i moved a few things round the house to freak him out. grabbed my wallet and left.

My greatest nemesis was raging in the sky and making the taxi increasingly uncomfortable. I inward hated the sun and was screaming at it to go away. 30 seconds later or so it was gone to my relief and it began to rain. I'm not sure about Kilkeel but it rained on and off all day. I however never got hit by a single drop of rain. I was always inside a building or passing in shelter when it started and when I was forced to go outside it had always stopped. I finally made it to the orthodontist's and in time. In the waiting room about a minute before I was called in for my appointment. 30-45 seconds later I was leaving the same room. She looked at my teeth, felt the wire thing behind my teeth was secure, complimented my smile and I was gone. SO not worth £20. Anyway I was reimbursed by father later so I don't mind. Then to shopping. I was walking down a street and noticed the market was on. Which was strange because I thought it was on Thursdays and Saturdays? Oh well. Went in and looked around. Saw a necklace for £1! I must have it!

I swear...I am criminally photogenic! Don't you agree?...I'll take your silence as a Yes!

I also bought a sexy pair of aviators. After consulting the teenage marketing gypsy woman on the glasses and all together flirting with her, I felt like trying my luck and I scored a free case to put them in, despite the cases being a £5. The glasses themselves were only £9, the case is only a flimsy little bag but still it was free!

Don't I look snazzy? Not posey at all.

In my travels I raided Primark for XXL t-shirts for material for my new sewing machine fetish. IT MUCH BE QUENCHED WITH THE BLOOD OF A THOUSAND T-SHIRTS! Anywho, I was in Easons was that I was told to stop reading magazines and buy one. So i ended up actually buying vogue magazine. This month's vogue was strange. It has little parts that reminded me of my friends. There was a dance and ballet section which reminded me of Naomi Bbz's art. There is a large section on Asia and how Asian models are becoming more popular which reminds me of a certain Asian fetishist. There was expensive things advertised that reminded me of Kerri. There was a perfume called Jasmin Noirbbz. There was a page with loads of beige. The favourite colour of a Ms Midget Minnis. Lastly there was a model with smoke for hair that reminded me of MayJazzles child eating fro hair. I apologise if you were not mentioned but as of yet I do not edit Vogue magazine. My trip other than that was sadly uneventful, I purchased some new trousers and a pair of shoes that look almost Espadrille-esque. I really like them despite espadrilles being the most repulsive shoe I have ever seen other than the infinitesimally hideous Ugg.

I apologise if my blog has bored you, or my pictures repulsed you but I guess yo will just have to deal. YO!
Love James

P.S. Don't be afraid to comment below and tell me what you think. Thanks BBZ!

Refreshed Fashion Faux Pas

2011-03-27T20:48:00.000+01:00

Claudia because Claudia with her Asian fetish thing going on combined with her renewed love of fashion has recently posted about her favourite Korean stars and what they are wearing. I would like to evaluate the same stars to be able to compare our senses of style. So here goes with random Asian Number one.

2NE1 and the guy with bear trainers

From left to right. Girl with chav hair and boring black dress. I think her head fringe is too much.To Claudia's abhorrence I'm sure, I really hate her outfit. She looks ridiculous. Is the train of her dress, another dress?!? What on earth!
Next creepy guy with kinda cool shoes. They are meant to be a statement piece I'm sure but the vinyl trousers are to creepy right beside the toy shoes, the combination of sleazy vinyl and children's toys simply screams sex offender to me. Also, why would anyone with a square head show of the corners of their face by putting up their fringe is beyond me.
Ginge head- I agree with Claudia, her tights are too thin especially seeing that she is the closest out of all of them that is a real size. I really like her multicoloured mosaic dress I just think that it doesn't work with the sleeves or the shoulders. Also her boots are gross
Ninja girl- Her make-up look like crap, but this girls outfit is awesome! I hate velour, and I'm not a can of cat suits but I love this outfit. The thing that differentiates utter catastrophe and sublime is the jacket. The rainbowesque mosaic jacket makes the entire outfit pop by matching with the velour catsuit emblazoned with coloured jewel-like splodges.
Lasty the last girl- All I can say is Yawn, She even looks too timid to try something new. I prefer boring McBlackDress more just because she tried something new-ish.

Personally here, I think that their stylist got lazy. It's all just smart casual non-sense. They look really good but they should just never stand next to one another or else we might suffocate one the concentrated blazer/tank top/brogue mixture. The best in this picture is the one on the right. I am a little put off by the sheen on his jacket but reparations for that are made by his stylin' checked trousers. Maybe I just have an affinity for them now ever since hairspray. None the less I think righty there is the best here.

Oh dear goodness....
The one on the left is an abomination. I sincerely hope she is just a traveller at the airport, she looks lost and her outfit makes her look like a disproportionate whale.
Next in line is the girls with whore legs and a face from the grudge. Her top is however very nice paired with that denim jacket.
next is emo-terminator. Why one earth do Asian pop stars have this deep uncontrollable urge to dress all in black(and yes I'm talking to you girl in black dress from the start). it's soooo boring and safe. To be honest I wear a bit of black. But dressing all in black? really? It makes you just look like a reclusive teenager who is ashamed of their body.
Next we have the realistic girl. Both realistic in size and in style. She is by far the best. She seems natural because she's wearing black and showing a bit of skin but not too much. wearing black and showing too much skin puts you at risk of looking like a hooker quite frankly.

His glasses look like crap and his clothes clash and not in the good way. I do however love his bow tie. Similarly to Claudia, I don't understand why Dicky bows aren't very popular over here. Actually I lie... Whilst in Stratford I donned a red bow tie and I kept getting amorous looks from elderly women. to be fair I did get a lot of geriatric attention on that trip but the bow tie made it worse, so much so Kerri even noticed when she said "I think that old woman just checked you out..." *shudders* one last note. WE CAN SEE THERE IS NO GLASS IN YOUR GLASSES FAKERFACE!*becomes hypocrite*

I don't see anything special in this photo as Claudia said. No cuteness, no beauty, no charm, no life. The girl is pretty the boy is not despite Claudoo's remarks. Perhaps I can't see his appeal because he kind of reminds me of an Asian version of my cousin Andrew or maybe it's just that he looks gangly and awkward...Who knows.
Either way I really don't think he's handsome in ANY way. (And yes I know saying this publicly will incur the wrath of Claudbag but never mind that for now.)

OK, Here we have a band called DBSK and for once I perfectly agree with Claudia on almost everything. The vajazzled waistcoat sucks and the middle guy looks epic. The guy on the right looks like a flasher to be perfectly honest, whilst the 2nd guy in the shiny jacket would look really suave if it weren't for the beige. Unlike Claudia I do not have a bizarre disdain for beige I actually rather like it in all it's glorious boredom but it really doesn't work here. the other beige guy looks rather well but I cannot think of another guy in existence that could pull of that thing he's wearing.

NO NO NO! The Perfect bow tie here is tainted by the hideous checked shirt. Trust me...I know checked shirts.

Guy on the right??? FLASHER/DRUIDIC ROBE!!!!

Guy on the left??? Awesome! His boots confuse me but other than that I can say that whoever put this together knows style!

This guy's suit looks pretty cool. Shame on the photographer...WHY IS HE ON A BIKE! Is he late for a hairdressing appointment? Like 7 years late! Seriously this guy looks ridiculous with that hair! His outfit is pretty good except maybe for the bright orange tank top. It's a bit too much.

I don't like this. The hat is awesome, not just saying that either Claudia but the coat spoils the entire look.

Girl on the left- AWWWWWWWWESOME! Her jacket is epic bordering on divine. It looks to stylish and elegant I absolutely love it.

2nd from the left- To be honest she looks like she's come straight off the Asian doll production line. I thought she was wearing tights until I saw her face.

The 3rd from the left- Really? She looks like a trampy girl going on a drinking binge that unfortunately was genetically fused to a purple ape or else has a rare genetic condition wherein she must where completely out of place things or else she will die.

Last girl- She looks OK. The gilded shoulders are a bit much but other than that she's...OK nothing more nothing less.

This one only made it into Claudia's post because of her Asian love. They are all wearing formal gear and nothing special here except a few different kinds of ties. Personally I think there should be a bow tie somewhere here!

He may not be handsome but those cuffs are really awesome! I understand the difficulties that accompany trying to stand out in a suit so I applaud him for attempting to bring something new to the table. Other than that....he's just wearing a suit.

That is the conclusion to MY view on these stars. Hope you enjoyed it, except for Claudia, who is probably raging right now but sure!

Love James

2nd set!

2011-02-20T19:29:00.000+00:00

If you haven't noticed I like to do things in 3's. For once that wasn't an innuendo... Soooo Simply because she has mentioned me, I shall put Aimee J into this set to make THREE! Huzzah.
So we shall begin.

Kerri.
1.You ARE a fashionista.

2.I challenge you to right the first page of your novel and let me read it. It will be romance. Tell it how it really is.

3.Black- It goes with everything in fashion and you go with everyone in life. You can get on well with and befriend everyone.

4.I love seeing your outfits, I may not love some but I love seeing your versatility in the wardrobe. It's all about experimenting.

5.Well you were in my class, so I don't really have a first memory of you, just that you have always been there. I do remember that I disliked you and Elizabeth. Oh how times have changed.

6.A Lioness- Not at fearsome as everyone thinks but you can protect yourself very well in a pinch. Also, Lionesses have a wariness of the males of their species.

7.What is your secret dream job?

Elizabeth.
1.You have improved as a speaker sooo much. You no longer sound like you're crying.

2.I challenge you to Wear A HOODIE! Assuming you own one?

3.Royal blue- Maybe because of the Mrs peacock thing?

4. I like that you have a different way of thinking. You can guarantee that whatever answer in the textbook there is, Elizabeth has gotten it but by her own different method.

5.Same as Kerri's really, I don't have a distinct first memory. I might have one though...All I shall say is walking stick. P.S you have kept your walking stick appearance.

6.A giraffe. They are yellow. They are kind and gentle. Also they are different, instead of climbing the tree, to bring the food to their mouths, they are tall and thin (like you) enough to have the food always in reach. They have different concepts.

7. HOW COULD YOU THROW OUT YOUR TWISTED SISTA SHAMPOO?!?!

Aimee
1.I have always thought you would make a great politician if only you could get rid of a certain hued filamentous biomaterial...so to speak.

2. I challenge you to pick a hair colour not on the list you have on your blog poll.

3.An Explosive orange no less.

4.I like your style. You are a great experimenter in fashion and I admire you for it. I have never seen anyone pull of braces (the clothing kind) before, also i have never seen someone wear a cardigan all day in school and never get shouted at.

5.I remember you in Sunday school, I also recall thinking that your name was actually Annie...

6.A fox, They natural ginges too, they can be clever when they want to be and they are loved by many people.

7.How long will it be before you return your formal dress?

I got back to y'all!

2011-02-17T20:37:00.000+00:00

Meme response time!

Mary-Jane
1. I've always thought you'd look good with your hair up, no doubt in some form of creative, awesome Mayjay style.

2.I challenge you to draw an Ursula picture for me!

3. Dark Purple.

Something like this.

4. I like/love your unique mind and hobbies. I may not share your hobbies but I admire you for having different hobbies.

5. You sitting at the side of Mrs Annetts form class, no one spoke to you and I thought you were a loser. Sorry but it's true. Take note I said THOUGHT. I definately don't think that anymore!

6. I see you as an all knowing cat. You sit and watch everyone in a "I know everything" manner AKA. Supersmugness.

7.Where exactly DO you shop for clothes?

Emma
1.Every morning as soon as you sit down in form class. You get this bewildered look on your face like you've forgotten something or forgotten where you and and look round and re-adjust yourself in your chair.

2.I challenge you to write a short story based on Brenda the Cat.

3. A peacock-y blue/green.

4. Your randomness and your earrings. Simple as that.

5.Hearing that you read the dictionary in first year and then hearing the girls in 8.2 point at you at lunch and murmuring "Is that her???"

6.A colourful Hedgehog. Because they're tough, unusual and peculiar.

7. Where is this so-called Birthday present woman!

Claudoo

1. Out of all of my friends. You're the one that I have most faith in that you'll fulfil your dreams.

2. I challenge you to get a really different and 100% Unique formal dress. I don't care if it has to be hand-made by orphaned spiders or not!

3. An elegant Purple.

4. Your Complete uniqueness. Sense of style, and your bottomless confidence (even though you're apparently quietly confident)

5.To be honest I don't really remember. I think it was actually seeing pictures of you at a sleepover...maybe?

6.A flamingo. One of the most stylish and colourful birds without being a big cheesy parrot.

7.How do you plan on deciding what clothes to bring to stratford?!?

That's all y'all!

You know the drill....

2011-02-16T21:23:00.000+00:00

1. Respond with something random about you

2. Challenge you to try something

3. Pick a color that I associate with you

4. Tell you something I like about you

5. Tell you my first/clearest memory of you

6. Tell you what animal you remind me of

7. Ask you something I've always wanted to ask you

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours

Simply leave a comment below, any comment and I'll complete this about you.
LEAVE A COMMENT NOW!

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

2011-02-11T15:04:00.000+00:00

A Small List of My Favourite Things!

Drinking tea or coffee and having a chat
Thai sweet chili crisps with a glass of milk
Pint glass of milk with a couple of ice cubes in it
Getting from on end of my hall to the other by only stepping on certain parts of the carpet
Large group get together followed by a small group chat as things die down
Using new products as I've mentioned before
Random sentimental things that I can keep forever
Having arguments with myself and winning
SUF- Sudden unannounced fun- whether it's a random trip or a visitor
Getting an idea and following it through until the end
Lucky things happening (these happen very frequently)
When the song I'm listening to just finishes as I reach the common room in the morning
Doing my homework for the first time on the first day the teacher actually checks it
Being naturally talented at something I'm trying for the first time (Eg all kinds of sports!)
Things going exactly to plan
Things not going to plan and turning out even better
When I not around mean people who throw Frisbees into the sea.
Forgetting about something I'm really excited about and remembering about it again
Getting some extracurricular work done for school i.e. working at home without being told
Random urges to clean my room and then it being really clean
The way your hair is softer when you wash it after it hasn't been washed in a few days
Remembering things that otherwise would've been forever forgotten
Being on an inside joke
Being better than some people at some things
When I could be bothered blogging
When I host a good evening
Getting up before my alarm
Doing something psychic-y, Like predicting university offers
Finding a subject that I like and understand in school
The weekend arriving just in time to prevent a mass murder
Talking to my friends parents sometimes
Being right
Doing something awesome or impressive
Being different and people knowing that and being OK with it
Foggy days
Going somewhere I've never been
Discovering something new about something old.(eg Finding a new pocket in your jeans)
Hearing old peoples stories
Staring at fire
Sleeping in a storm
Sleeping with the blinds open and being awakened by the sunrise
Being a comfortable temperature
Finding new music that I like
Being reminded of an old memory
Seeing a special time (21:21 or 21:12 or 1:58 or 12:51 or 12:34)
Being complimented on some hard work eg Ursula-even if it's not that fantastic
Going on a trip with someone even if it's just to Asda
Watching a program that makes you laugh even if it is Question Time
Getting on really well with someone I've just met
Doing something unique
Making cities out of blue tak or play do or geomag etc.
Doing creative things for no real reason including Making Claudolls
Not owing anyone any money

Well I could think of more but I'm bored now and I'm gonig to go play Sims 3.

Farewell my prettees!
Love James

BOGGART REVEALED!

2011-02-03T21:00:00.000+00:00

It's hard to think like a boggart and say what it's form would be exactly. However I'll just have to guess.

My Boggart would probably by my own headstone with nothing written on it.

Kind of random but still. I'll let you figure out what it means. it's kind of obvious. Also, it's not the fear of death. Just so you know. You can post your interpretation below if you'd like.

Love James

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

2011-02-02T19:46:00.000+00:00

I have been challenged by The Jay of May! Well, MayJay. Challenge accepted.

My Boggart experience.
James creeps towards the shaking wardrobe with his 12.5" Yew,Dragon Heartstring Wand
*Find Out your wand here*

The wardrobe bursts open to reveal........

I want at least 3 guesses to what this is. Before I post my biggest fear.

Love James

Magic 3's

2011-01-25T19:22:00.000+00:00

3 Things that not many people know:

*I didn't look in the mirror for 3 months in 4th year for 2 reasons, I didn't like myself and I was paranoid it was one of those 2 way mirrors.
*My impossible dream would be to win one award from the EGOT.(SEE END)
*One of my happiest moments of 2010 was when a transvestite told me I had a cute smile.

3 Songs that define your life:
*Listen from Dreamgirls by Henry Krieger.
*I Giorni by Ludovico Einaudi.
*True Colours by Cindi Lauper (Prefer the Glee version).

3 Favourite Foods:
*Thai sweet chilli crsips and Milk
*Chicken and Broccoli bake
*Cheesecake

3 moments that changed the course of your life:
*Meeting Miss Jordan Minnis.
*Mother telling me that she was leaving my dad.
*Getting my As Level results.

3 times when I am at my happiest:
*Having long talks with tea that feels as if they could last forever
*Shopping, actually no. Looking at stuff to buy even if I don't buy anything.
*Finding a product that works, eg Oxy/tresemme/dove(Thanks Jorman)

3 things that make you different;
I'm made of pure strangeness so this one speaks for itself but anyways:
*I made friends with a girl when I young
*I love the cold
*My brain doesn't work...normally so to speak.
*A 4th here.... I'm psychic...The usual, I can hear your thoughts right now. (It helps that I'm right behind you.)

Leave a comment if you checked to see if I was there.

Well I'm bored now and too lazy to make up any more of these.

Love James

Mr Sandman 2: The return of the Sand

2011-01-12T21:48:00.000+00:00

I wanted to write a post to let everyone know that I am surviving my 5 RESITS thus far. I want to write a post on dreams I've been having recently, it's marvellous having a diary with this in it so I shall consult it and tell you my dreams from the last 7 days. I have of late had an increased amount of dream activity and I want to record it here as I believe it will be of interest as my dreams without a doubt tell the future *shifty eyes*.

Day1- Last Wednesday AKA 5th of January.
I had a dream that involved visiting Mr Cunningham in hospital, bringing him flowers and he throws them out the window of the 21st floor of the hospital (I do recall however walking into the first floor and finding him there, but at some point the 1st floor became the 21st). Very little happened in this dream.

Day 2- Last Thursday AKA 6th of January
I missed school, and all of my resits in one day, only to find out that something awful had happened at school that day and the resits were cancelled. I think it was a fire or a mass murder or the like, that's not important thought, I DIDN'T MISS MY RESITS! YEAH!

Day3- Last Friday AKA 7th of January
Do not recall the dream

Day 4- Last Saturday AKA 8th of January
This particular night I dreamt that I was in a room with bizarre artifacts on shelves on the walls, the room was circular and the shelves surrounding the room followed it's contours, I noticed a crystal ball on the wall and picked it up, there was a desk in the centre of the room with a chair and I sat down to study the ball, I breathed on it and it turned to water and fell into a bowl on the table I hadn't noticed, Then an old man came out of a door that wasn't there before, He told me that not many people could charm the water orb like that so naturally. After he said that I don't remember anything except something so do with a girl crying in a glass room...I think, very hazy here.

Day 5 - Last Sunday AKA 9th of January
I dreamt that I was sitting on the edge of my bed and someone I knew was in front of me standing holding a calender over a bin , then proceeded to set it on fire. I don't remember reading the calender but I do remember it had some dates on it, including the 17th of January, which also is the date I'm getting my first university offer(I wish...) Then someone shouted at me and told me that I will get ABB in my exams and I think that was it,basically

Day 6- Monday AKA 10th of January
I had a dream that there was a bus crash, the bus was one of those white coaches I think? Anyway it had a group of people on it; they might have been in one of those bands from around here. Anyways It blew up on the way to somewhere and I told Jordan that I didn't know anyone on board, then Jordan replied that Heather Speers was on the bus and was killed. That was pretty much it.

Day 7- Tuesday AKA Last night
This dream shall not be mentioned as it was disturbing and of a sexual nature. It is not up for discussion. Even though I'm not sure why it ever would be.

And that my friends, is a typical week in dreams of James Mooney. Well not really, I had more dreams than normal. Some of the dreams here had more I'm sure but i just fail to recall. Just so you know all of these will come true and I will be the world's greatest water orb charmer!!!! *Cackles* *Chokes* *Dies*

Yours Dreamily James

Mildred's Murmur-Omega

2011-01-06T16:25:00.000+00:00

As Mildred turned, her eyes widened to the point that she looked like an owl. BAM! Mildred gets a shotgun to the face by a pink and purple pimp cat with a top hat and a cane.

Mildred's Murmur-Alpha

2011-01-05T21:55:00.000+00:00

Her larynx contracted sharply, her lungs hurt and felt better and she convulsed and expelled a small lungful of sparkling Aqua blue water. As she opened her eyes, she felt them sting with saltwater; scrambling up, she could feel the scratch of the sand on her face and the imaginary sand that still felt as though it was there was on her face. her abdominal muscle pulled her laboriously upwards towards the sky. As she propped herself up by placing her hands on the sand behind her back she let her head swing tiredly forward.
"The journey always takes so much out of me" She thought
A few minutes passed as she avoided opening her eyes simply to let give her time to enjoy the warm summer sun, allowing the blades of friendly light to pierce her delicate face.

She unlocked her eyelashes and billowed them rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the light, She peered up shielding her eyes with one hand from the spectacular purple sun. She looked up and down the beach, her green eyes following the shoreline to the horizon hoping for some familiar point to aid her in learning her location. To no avail she rose to her feet and clasped her hand to her neck to feel for the item. Her hands found what they were looking for and she pulled it out so it's image could meet her eyes. She looked down at the once dormant pendant in her trembling hands that had brought her back to her beloved land. Mildred lost in the beautiful amethyst-ish stone jumps as she hears an unmistakeable noise. Turning mildred's eyes widen as she realises what is glaring back at her...

Ole' Milly's Pendant.

Boringly yours,

James

Mildred's Murmur

2011-01-05T21:09:00.002+00:00

Mildred gave out a sigh of boredom and leaned back in her office chair. As she stared out at the urbanised landscape beneath her through the glass of the building she felt a vibration. As the strength of the feeling increased the noise became audible to a low buzz. The noise was familiar but still very confusing to Mildred, she hadn't heard that noise or felt that hum in a long time and just in time she took her last deep breathe in this world and was sucked back into nothingness as the buzz became a hum and the hum became an unearthly roar. With a SWOOSH noise she was blinded by dazzling light and then all was dark...

Got bored so I felt like starting a short story about Mildred. More shall follow. BE PREPARED FOR THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE AND BRACE YOURSELF...or don't I don't care. I do warn you; if you read this story you will be exposed to the workings of my mind when it's bored.

How much would you like a toothbrush?

2011-01-04T17:24:00.000+00:00

How much would you like a toothbrush? A question that many would answer with a simple, "I don't really care". I however asked for an electric one for Christmas. I pride myself in my "new" smile, every so often I look in the mirror and smile forgetting that I don't have braces any more. I should be noted that I actually have an addiction to licking my teeth and inwardly commenting on the lack of metallic monsters spanning my jawline. Today, I am interested in white teeth. I was chatting to Emma Jeffrey today, who I noticed had very white teeth. Not one of thsoe supernaturally whtie teeth people but still uncommonly white teeth none the less. She apparently got a cheap teeth cleaning set for christmas at around £20 in one of thsoe stalls found round butter crane.

My teeth in the future...maybe not my lips though.

Out of random curiosity I had a quick looking through the cost of getting your teeth laser whtiened professionally. Though rather expensive, I did manage to find a place in newry that whitens your teeth for £99. Which compared to the hundreds of pounds that other places offered is actually a complete steal. I am in no position to go off an get my teeth whitened financially or mentally, by which I mean I'm not really interested in getting the procedure done. I might have a little look into this cheap teeth whitening kit however. I rationalise it in my mind that I spent 2 years getting them straightened so I might as well go the extra mile and make them look great too. Hmm...Anyone up for a trip to Newry in search of the legendary tooth stall? I shall keep you updated. If I do manage to find the stall and decide to invest in the kit I will definately be making another oral related post.

Yours Dentally
Love James

Mr Sandman Bring me a Dream

2011-01-04T16:56:00.000+00:00

Ugh, bad nights sleep for the past 2 nights makes James a dull boy. It's rather hard to concentrate when you barely sleep for some reason. I have never had sleeping problems before, this is a first. Why is it so hard to just get some sleep so I'm doing a number of things to tonight to try and get some sleep.
1) I'm going to exercise a few hours before bed.
2) I'm going to drink some hot milk
3) I'm going to change my sheets,(maybe it's the quilt?)
4) I'm putting on a heater before bed so my feet don't get cold in the night.
5) Turning the clock away to prevent me looking at it.
6) No TV before bed and I'll do some reading before bed.
7) Listen to some nice music before bed.

That's basically all I can think of. Let's hope I can get some rest tomorrow, If anyone has any secret sleeping tricks excluding drugs I'd love to hear them.

Yours Tiredly
James

Sorry for the blog gap.

2011-01-02T15:02:00.001+00:00

Dear audience,
I apologise for yet another dry period of bloggedness. I have been relatively busy and equally as lazy. Little update on life in general. I went to Sarah's Birthday sleepover/New years party. It was extremely fun despite there only being 4 of us. It was a realllly fun night except when Jake went silent because of tiredness. Things began to slow down and I got a little bored in the morning because everyone except Naomi was wanting sleep. So i figured it would cure my slight boredom and the tiredness that I would probably have later that night if we all slept for a bit. We awoke then to walk to the beach to watch the first sunrise of the year seeing we missed the actual new year because we were watching Triangle(very good but confusing movie). The glorious sunrise was invisible and obscured by the ironically grey clouds. Typical Kilkeel. However it was nice. Watching the sea was a little depressing because I started thinking about the year ahead; simply on the ground that I have not met my new friends from uni yet I could only think about losing old ones and it made everything seem very desolate and lonely. That soon ended and we returned to Sarah's house and departed shortly afterwards. Even with the lonely moment of clarity It was an amazing night filled with Inception, Nightmare on Elm Street, Triangle, Chinese food and PAYDAY! Thank you Sarah it's the first New years Eve I've spent with people in about a decade. ALSO BIG NEWS! I HAVE FINALLY STARTED REVISION! TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH. It's full on study now until the end of my resits. Let's just hope it'll be worth it. One last thing I have 1 new years resolution! To write a diary/journal/planner thing. Hopefully It will be fun to read through at the end of 2011(sounds gross). Well bye for now darlings!

Love James