I noticed my blog was gathering a bit of dust. Overall Christmas exams went surprisingly well. Kinda gave me a false sense of security more than anything else if truth be told. Especially English where I had to write a short story. (Just give you a lil extract from it)

—- He still felt as if he was looking back towards the dead dog, remembering the moment at which he realised that the eyes were no longer blinking, and he recognised his own reflection in the dark little eyes that looked like the shiny carapaces of a couple of dead little beetles.

Who knew I could write such compelling literachore (wahhhayyy – say no more, say no more). On a serious note though a few tears actually escaped as I was writing this. Hadn’t cried like that since 911 or Apollo Creed dying in Rocky 4.

Had a pretty hectic first week off what with ‘ushering’ my English cousin around town. Felt like a translator the whole day.
Common exclamations included “Ah Jaysus!”, Wat’s de Story, bud?” (which is taken to mean “How are you, my friend?”). ”Wudja looka dat foockin eejit over dare” (”Would you glance upon that young man over there”).

Also had to purchase a suit. More business opposed to pleasure. Should have known what I was getting myself into when I went to the suitable company to get one. Word on the street is it was going to be a law firm before they noticed the pun.

Was fitted by one of those creepy goblin like things that always seems to get a job in the clothing department. Had a grin so cheesy on him you could melt it on toast. Spent a good part of an hour listening to his rehearsed TV catch lines “Oh suits you sir, suits you”. God I hate this place.

And finally managed to get a pretty convincing fake id. Still looks like a real fisher price effort but I suppose it beats my drivers license that officially states that I’m 17.

That’s about all I have to say. Prob won’t post again till the next full moon but ye never know. Tty’sl8r

Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from the “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” ad.
I’m still struggling to believe the guy who used this in an English essay last year received 520 points and is now doing medicine thanks to the HPAT. That guy is meant to be the difference between my funeral being open casket or closed? I should probably introduce myself, names Gera, was simply Ger but ye got to have that ‘a’, yeno how it is. Doing the ole leaving cert, and as the quote up top might tell you, yes the whole thing is a joke. I mean I knew this guy and he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, prob couldn’t tell you which way an elevator was going if you gave him two guesses, yet funnily enough he was the lucky one who was born with one hell of a memory. I think it’s fair to say the L.C is just one big memory test that’s just waiting for you to throw away your social life and put a ban on the alcoholic substances, preferably tequila. Neither of which goes down well with me I’m afraid. Now don’t get me wrong I’m trying to get a hang of this thing, what with writing out notes, sharpening the pencils, cleaning up the room but still cant manage to actually sit down and retain some pointless info that I’m just going to forget about when I go to college to study law (hopefully). The aim is 500 points for trinity, now getting this is the difference between me having a roof over my head and me busking outside Easons come September as law in trinity is a pretty big tradition in the ole family, supposedly I have 10 cousins involved with politics, go figure. Now this should be enough to motivate anyone to go for their desired points but it’s actually the proposed motorcycle my da will get me if I manage to get 500 is what’s doing the trick. Suzuki GSX-R1000 in yellow, oh yes. I think the only reason he made this deal was because he probably thought I had no chance of passing the theory test as I wasn’t going to pay another 30 Euro to re-take it if I failed now. Come to think of it – and I’m not proud of this by the way- but Id say if I didn’t write out the answers on my arm I wouldn’t have been able to see the look on his face perhaps acknowledging maybe just maybe he might have to buy a bike after all. Anyway that’s my post for the week, have to write out an English essay on pride and prejudice (I think). I’m just getting used to this thing by the way ,what with being the only guy and all, give us a chance goddd ha.