It's nearly ten, I'm sitting at the table with my auntie Siobhan and her friend Nicola. Siobhan has known Nicola since she was in playschool, which I think is adorable. They're well close, still! I suppose its like me and Iseabail, but not to the same extent.
I remember the day I was told that her auntie Mary was sick and and she wouldn't be living in Wexford anymore, she wouldn't be going to the Community School anymore and it turn I wouldn't be seeing her nearly every day as I had done that previous Summer. I was on my home from England at the time, I had spent 4 days in my Granny's and was so excited to go home and be reunited with the people I had been deprived of seeing for far too long in a 12 year old's mind. Mummy Hughes rang Dad, they were talking for a long time. They were talking about the arrangements for mine and Iseabail's seeping for the night, or so I thought..
Daddy finished on the phone with Linda and turned to me, he explained to me that Iseabail's auntie Mary was very sick and I cried. I cried for the family and for the pain that Iseabail was feeling. As we sat in the lounge in Bristol airport I wasn't hungry to eat, I was hungry for hugs from Iseabail, hungry to hear her laugh and joke with me, hungry to know she was okay, and that she was still Izzybelly because when she's okay, I know that I'll eventually feel okay.
Daddy then told me that Iseabail, my best friend in the world would be moving at least an hour away.. An hour is a reasonably long time for a 12 year old, it is. I cried. I cried for ages. I broke down and cried in Bristol airport and I didn't even feel like a loser. I remember exactly how I felt, I felt lost. We were starting secondary school within two weeks and to be going to a big scary secondary school felt daunting enough as it was. The thought of going to a big scary secondary school without Iseabail felt horrible, made my skin crawl I guess.
I can probably count the amount of times on three hands the amount of times Ive seen her since she moved to Ringsend. At first it was really exciting, we said we'd write letters to each other and stay up late on the phone. We were both too lazy to write letters, we were far too lazy to write letters. I went to the community school and she didn't and I made new friends aswell as she did. I was really afraid though, afraid she make cooler friends in Dublin that I would never compare to, afraid she have the same sleepovers with them as she did with me, afraid that she'd wake up one day and just forget me and forget us really..
We always had news for one another, whether it was about boys or growing up or embarrassing moments in school, run ins with teacher or people we were hating on, we'd always tell each other. It might not have been immediate communication but we'd always talk eventually. One Summer we skyped alot, of course it was never the same thing but to some extent we could make faces at one another and see instant reactions to crazy things we said about farmers and hay bails and in general agriculture related humour. I liked that especially..
I'd be lying if I were to rant on about how we're still as close as ever and we're always in contact and all that jazz. Because in reality, we very rarely get to see each other, we're nowhere near as close and most of time we don't talk. Although in fairness, we've been talking alot recently and I'm going to see her very soon! But yeah.. We're alot like a long distance relationship, the time you spend together is always amazing and full of laughter but the time you spend apart gets less painful.. Which is sad for anyone I guess, because even though you dont often forget a person who left your life suddenly or without warning; you start to forget them. The way they talked, their smell, the way they laughed or even the expressions they made. Unfortunately, Iseabail wouldn't ever let me forget her, no matter how hard I try.. Its something I've learned to live with, I guess.
Nah, I love her really. I do, I'm not lying.
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo
Wednesday 26 December 2012
Tuesday 25 December 2012
blah
I've just taken 3 teaspoons of Calpol and I'm sitting on the green chair in the sitting room that I basically haven't moved all day. My head is pounding and although I've asked the Ginger if he'll bring me painkillers and he's agreed to it, I highly doubt he will. Staring at the bright screen is hurting my eyes so I've unplugged the charger. Me unplugging the charger results in the screen being dimmer n less painful to look at, clever girl Maeve.
The parents are watching 'Circus the something I am unable to spell' (not the actual name). But anyway, its really relaxing and its not making me use my brain too much and I like that. Although the people doing the act are very strong an its very beautiful, I don't think I'd like to be able to do it very much because they're all really strong and muscly and I don't think that's very attractive, not in women anyway..
Tomorrow Daddy will drive up to Louth with Jack and I in the car, It'll take about two hours, if not more. There are different reasons that it might take more than two hours but I don't want to bore you more than I already do. We'll get to Nana and Granda's and they'll probably feed us as soon as we get in. I'll hug aunty Siobhan and Fran if she's there, there's really a 50/50 chance she will be. I'll probably open some presents and then be fed some more, and some more, and probably some more. That consists of my tomorrow.
I've moved in beside Ciara, she smells nice so my life is good (except for the banging headache that is slowly calming down). She got a kindle for Christmas and throughout the day she'd read out silly sentences in her books that would make me titter.We're getting real close again, I'm really glad.
We're watching the Social Network now. I really like it so far, its kinda clever. To be ironic about the whole thing, every now and then I check facebook, its a really slow night for news.
I dont really have alot else to say I guess, my head is starting to hurt again..
I guess I'll go then guys, smell ye later.
Just your average teenage wizard xo
The parents are watching 'Circus the something I am unable to spell' (not the actual name). But anyway, its really relaxing and its not making me use my brain too much and I like that. Although the people doing the act are very strong an its very beautiful, I don't think I'd like to be able to do it very much because they're all really strong and muscly and I don't think that's very attractive, not in women anyway..
Tomorrow Daddy will drive up to Louth with Jack and I in the car, It'll take about two hours, if not more. There are different reasons that it might take more than two hours but I don't want to bore you more than I already do. We'll get to Nana and Granda's and they'll probably feed us as soon as we get in. I'll hug aunty Siobhan and Fran if she's there, there's really a 50/50 chance she will be. I'll probably open some presents and then be fed some more, and some more, and probably some more. That consists of my tomorrow.
I've moved in beside Ciara, she smells nice so my life is good (except for the banging headache that is slowly calming down). She got a kindle for Christmas and throughout the day she'd read out silly sentences in her books that would make me titter.We're getting real close again, I'm really glad.
We're watching the Social Network now. I really like it so far, its kinda clever. To be ironic about the whole thing, every now and then I check facebook, its a really slow night for news.
I dont really have alot else to say I guess, my head is starting to hurt again..
I guess I'll go then guys, smell ye later.
Just your average teenage wizard xo
because christmas
I sit here on the green chair beside the television, we've all opened our presents and the excitement has calmed down. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory although we're often interrupted by Siobhan, shouting and squealing all about her Tablet and how fab it is.
This year people were very good to me! I've been given a laptop, the gift of writing. I think its partly because I kept complaining and hinting that I couldn't sit at the huge computer in the corner of the sitting room and like my imagination run wild at the same time.
I hardly slept at all last night, I looked at the clock on mypod every 40 minutes or so. I properly couldn't sleep. My sisters graced me with all the Harry Potter movies, every single one. The parents are going to grow to hate me and my quoting ways, I'd hate to have a Harry Potter freak for a child like they have.
Myself and Ciara got Jack a hamper from Sweet Moments, for those of you who don't know Sweet Moments.. Well.. You're missing out big time. But yes, myself and Ciara are now eating the blue bonbons from the Hamper, Jack knows though so that makes it okay.
Last Sunday we went to my godparents, Ann and Des. They held a get together or friends and things and fair play to them both, it was mad fun. I met a good many new people there who told me that they'd read my blog, the little voice in my head was abit like 'sorry, have you nothing you need to be doing with your life..'. Obviously they don't.. I met a woman as into Harry Potter as I am, we exchanged stories of our love for the boy with the wand and she told me all about The Making of Harry Potter in Florida, ngl I cried. I came home with a proper Butterbear goblet and Harry Potter Cluedo, which Sarah went on to win that evening.
I haven't told you all about The Making of Harry Potter! I bet you cant wait to here me blab on. I'm gonna be completely honest, it was one of the best days of my life, if not the proper best. It was that knowing that nearly everyone else that was there felt the exact same. The knowing that some of the sets and places I love most in the world where there and it was real, 'its real for us.'. But yes, it was magic The only way I can describe it, magic. The last thing I'm going to say about the tour; Hogwarts itself, actually Hogwarts. It was absolutely gorgeous. I wont spoil it for everyone else!
So yeah, I guess I'm writing again. Whoo!
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas.
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo
This year people were very good to me! I've been given a laptop, the gift of writing. I think its partly because I kept complaining and hinting that I couldn't sit at the huge computer in the corner of the sitting room and like my imagination run wild at the same time.
I hardly slept at all last night, I looked at the clock on mypod every 40 minutes or so. I properly couldn't sleep. My sisters graced me with all the Harry Potter movies, every single one. The parents are going to grow to hate me and my quoting ways, I'd hate to have a Harry Potter freak for a child like they have.
Myself and Ciara got Jack a hamper from Sweet Moments, for those of you who don't know Sweet Moments.. Well.. You're missing out big time. But yes, myself and Ciara are now eating the blue bonbons from the Hamper, Jack knows though so that makes it okay.
Last Sunday we went to my godparents, Ann and Des. They held a get together or friends and things and fair play to them both, it was mad fun. I met a good many new people there who told me that they'd read my blog, the little voice in my head was abit like 'sorry, have you nothing you need to be doing with your life..'. Obviously they don't.. I met a woman as into Harry Potter as I am, we exchanged stories of our love for the boy with the wand and she told me all about The Making of Harry Potter in Florida, ngl I cried. I came home with a proper Butterbear goblet and Harry Potter Cluedo, which Sarah went on to win that evening.
I haven't told you all about The Making of Harry Potter! I bet you cant wait to here me blab on. I'm gonna be completely honest, it was one of the best days of my life, if not the proper best. It was that knowing that nearly everyone else that was there felt the exact same. The knowing that some of the sets and places I love most in the world where there and it was real, 'its real for us.'. But yes, it was magic The only way I can describe it, magic. The last thing I'm going to say about the tour; Hogwarts itself, actually Hogwarts. It was absolutely gorgeous. I wont spoil it for everyone else!
So yeah, I guess I'm writing again. Whoo!
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas.
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo
Saturday 10 November 2012
because yeah x
While scrolling down my Facebook home page I came across one of those silly pictures that are absolutely everywhere, it said something along the lines of 'If you like this picture an Angel will come down and grant you a wish.' these pictures do my head in usually but this time I realised that I needed something to write about, so yeah.
I don't think I believe in a god or an afterlife but, I believe that my Mum left for a reason and not just her life was over. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, usually I don't think about anything specific but she still crosses my mind.
I remember how she was so excited when we bought our house in Craanford. How she would sing me a song every night before I went to sleep, it was always the same song, always. How sometimes we'd walk to school and I'd love it.
She had dark brown hair and when I was 6 I looked like her when she was 6.
Sometimes people that knew her really well tell me little things about her that I never knew, I absolutely adore that.
I remember the day she died, I remember my Grand Dad Cassidy was the first person to arrive at the house after she had been taken away, followed by my Nana and aunty Siobhan. I remember Siobhan ran up and hugged me outside the front door.
I remember sending what felt like forever down in my room with Siobhan and Fran, I'm still unsure why.
I remember being introduced to brothers and sisters of my Grand Dad.
I remember Daddy had plenty of friends being around, I remember aunty Siobhan telling me that she stayed in Mac and Ash's house.
I don't remember crying, not at all. But I remember we all said prayers before the wake and as we finished I walked outside and saw the people I knew from Dun Laoighaire and I don't think I'll forget that feeling of safeness that I felt when I was 7 years old.
I remember Daddy asked did I want to draw pictures and stick them on to the side of the box that Mum laid in in the front room, I think I did but I cant be sure.
I remember on the way to the church in Craanford, I sat in tat big long car that I can never remember the name of.
I remember Jack, who wasn't even two brought a football to the funeral and ran up and down the church with it.
I remember seeing the coffin being lowered into the ground, I don't remember if I cried or who I stood beside, but the thought that I wouldn't see her again stood out.
I don't remember how long I was out of school or what I did afterwards but as far as I remember Mairead and James stayed longer than anyone else, Mairead gave me books.
Every year that I was in primary school on her anniversary we went up to Dublin and I went to my old school.
Every occasion that my Mum has I go down to visit her because its only fair, and every single occasion there's red roses on her grave, from Granny Wolanczyk.
I've forgotten the things about her that I promised myself I wouldn't forget, the sound of her voice, the way she smelled and I'm upset because of it.
But I've grown to accept it and I have an awful lot of great people in my life now.
I hope she knows how much I miss her.
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo
I don't think I believe in a god or an afterlife but, I believe that my Mum left for a reason and not just her life was over. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, usually I don't think about anything specific but she still crosses my mind.
I remember how she was so excited when we bought our house in Craanford. How she would sing me a song every night before I went to sleep, it was always the same song, always. How sometimes we'd walk to school and I'd love it.
She had dark brown hair and when I was 6 I looked like her when she was 6.
Sometimes people that knew her really well tell me little things about her that I never knew, I absolutely adore that.
I remember the day she died, I remember my Grand Dad Cassidy was the first person to arrive at the house after she had been taken away, followed by my Nana and aunty Siobhan. I remember Siobhan ran up and hugged me outside the front door.
I remember sending what felt like forever down in my room with Siobhan and Fran, I'm still unsure why.
I remember being introduced to brothers and sisters of my Grand Dad.
I remember Daddy had plenty of friends being around, I remember aunty Siobhan telling me that she stayed in Mac and Ash's house.
I don't remember crying, not at all. But I remember we all said prayers before the wake and as we finished I walked outside and saw the people I knew from Dun Laoighaire and I don't think I'll forget that feeling of safeness that I felt when I was 7 years old.
I remember Daddy asked did I want to draw pictures and stick them on to the side of the box that Mum laid in in the front room, I think I did but I cant be sure.
I remember on the way to the church in Craanford, I sat in tat big long car that I can never remember the name of.
I remember Jack, who wasn't even two brought a football to the funeral and ran up and down the church with it.
I remember seeing the coffin being lowered into the ground, I don't remember if I cried or who I stood beside, but the thought that I wouldn't see her again stood out.
I don't remember how long I was out of school or what I did afterwards but as far as I remember Mairead and James stayed longer than anyone else, Mairead gave me books.
Every year that I was in primary school on her anniversary we went up to Dublin and I went to my old school.
Every occasion that my Mum has I go down to visit her because its only fair, and every single occasion there's red roses on her grave, from Granny Wolanczyk.
I've forgotten the things about her that I promised myself I wouldn't forget, the sound of her voice, the way she smelled and I'm upset because of it.
But I've grown to accept it and I have an awful lot of great people in my life now.
I hope she knows how much I miss her.
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo
Friday 9 November 2012
Not knowing what to write but writing anyway..
As I sit in front of the computer in the sitting I can see Jack and his trusty friend Kealin playing Lego Harry Potter on the Xbox, I can see our little dog Ellie as she sits on the side of the sofa and looks out the window. I can see the orange light flashing on my Blackberry and when I look up at the top of the computer screen I can see 4 tabs; Facebook, I have a youtube tab open which is playing the sweet music of the Ginger Jesus into my left ear, my third tab is the Blog I'm writing at this given moment and my fourth tab is my Blogger Dashboard.
As I switch tabs and look at my Blogger Dashboard it says that I have 433 page veiws. For everyone one who has read about my life as a teenage wizard, thank you. It means so much!
A couple of people said it was a brave move putting the link on Facebook, which I guess it was.. So well done Maeve! But now I realise that I'm not only writing for myself, but that`I'm writing for everyone who looks at my Blog and if I'm honest, its kind of daunting.
The Ed Sheeran song has changed. Its now 'Give Me Love', one of my very favourites ever.
The dog got an awful fright because my phone vibrated off the wooden trunk thing that the computer is on, he's staring at me with a look of pure evil.
Jack has decided to play Xbox with Kealin instead of our younger cousin Jacob, their friendship has been restored.
My phones vibrates a second time and Buster (the dog) is starting to get really aggravated with me.
The Ed Sheeran song has changed again, its now 'The A Team'.
I think Daddy's dosing in and out of sleep, but his eyes are in a squinty way, so I don't know.
Shout out to Mr.Kidd, my English teacher if he's reading this. He thought it was really good when I told him I was going to start a Blog.
My music keeps stopping to load, thinking of putting on my itunes instead! I could always plug my earphones into mypod either because I have lots of Ed Sheeran on mypod.
The boys are starting to laugh really loud, its beginning to do my head in.
Changed Ed Sheeran song again.
Daddy talked to Mr.Kidd for a while after the awards last night, they both seemed really enthusiastic of my future in the English language and then two litres of Rock-Shandy were bought, it was a really good night!
Well done to everyone last night who got an award, or two, or three.. Or in the case of Áine and Muckers; 8? I think it was 8.. Apples, if you're reading this I'm so proud of you.
Tried to find the little place in the computer that I could but the memory card in the camera in, couldn't find it.
Kept searching.
Changed Ed Sheeran song.
Searched some more for the memory card place.
Gave up!
Changed Ed Sheeran song once more.
Reloaded my Facebook home page.
Thinking about all the essay's I have to have in for English soon and slowly losing the will to live..
Listening to Jack as he explains to Kealin that Peter Pettigrew was actually a man and not just a rat, Kealin has given him the name of 'Ratman'.
Still looking for inspiration on what to write.
Realising that I've written a Blog.
I'm going to log off and see do ideas come to me when I least expect them.
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo
Wednesday 7 November 2012
The importance of Harry Potter in my life x
Some of you won't embrace what you are about to read, but the hardcore Harry Potter fans might now what I'm on about.
People say that an important part of childhood is making friends they can keep with them for years. There are no rules which state that these friends may be imaginary or not.
Before the age of seven my mum introduced me to the beautiful story which is, Harry Potter. I am not going to lie; I didn’t appreciate it. I don’t think you should blame me though; what seven year old child can honestly comprehend just how empty and alone young Harry felt in his cupboard under the stairs?
It wasn’t until I was alone myself that I turned to the boy who lived under the stairs.
I had seen the movies; I mean, who hasn’t? They’re always on around Christmas. The books which I received from my Godfather turned out to be more than a Christmas present, they were a form of reassurance, a safe place, even a best friend, maybe?
I’m gonna put this out there; being a teenager is vulgar! You have to look and act a certain way, the way society wants you to, and if you don’t; well that’s just your bad luck! Even when you go home you see attractive people on the TV and internet and it’s really annoying. Having something to take your mind off things makes it easier.
Harry Potter made it easier. That’s because when I am with Harry, Hermione and Ron I am accepted. They don’t mind if I am in my pyjamas or if I am having an awful day, They are there for me. As well as Harry saving the whole wizarding population, he is saving me too.
Not only have I found a best friend in the famous trio, but I have discovered a little bit of all three in me, Harry’s bravery, Hermione’s wit, and Ron’s way of always seeing sense in the end. I cry when they cry and when my friends, yes, I said my friends! When my friends Fred, Remus Lupin and Tonks all die in the first battle it numbs me. Just like the characters in the book I long for them to come back so much, I watch them grow through the years Harry is going to school and yes; I have grown myself.
Young Mr Potter lost his mother just after his first birthday and I, like him lost my mother at a tender age. He knows what it feels like not to have that special person to confide in and my all time favourite moment from all the books is when he walks into the forbidden forest along the winding path to his date with destiny. He turns the resurrection stone over in his hands twice and his mother appears. She was neither dead nor alive, but she was there, and when I think about it she has never really left.
I learn something new every day but Harry Potter sent me one very important message through the words of Albus Percivel Wolfric Brian Dumbledore: “Happiness can be found in the darkest of places, if one only remembers to turn on the light".
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo
Obama the Llama
I'm sure we are all fresh with the news that Obama has been elected, well done Obama!!
I'm not too sure abut this plan to change the world but from what I know he has one, its probably very big and maybe very good.. But I haven't looked too much into it.
But I have decided to make a difference in this big bad place we call Earth, I'm not very sure how yet but as soon as I find out I will tell all you lovely people who read my blog.
If I was in charge of the place we all call home I'd probably have a few quirks.. Oh yes!
First off, on Wednesday's, we'd wear pink (if you don't get that because you haven't watched Mean Girls, I'm not going to lie, I'm really properly judging you.).
There would never be any religion pushed on anyone, because people should believe what they want to believe.
Nobody would be discriminated for their musical interests, except the people who listen to songs sung by Tulisa, that would be completely an utterly illegal and the punishment for crimes such as this would result in the constant noise of the ..song.. in your ear t all times until death.
If you were black, you were black and if you were white? Well you were white.
People could wear face paint any time they wanted and it would be accepted, why? Because its art and I don't care what anyone says, face paints are the best in the world.
People would write letters to eachother, they would still text of course, but important things would be written. Because for me, it means so much when someone writes, its like for the duration they were writing the letter with pen and paper you were on their mind.
MEN COULD MARRY MEN AND WOMEN COULD MARRY WOMEN!! Sorry, I had to get that off my chest..
People just wouldn't get spots on their face and that would be a natural thing.
Hair wouldn't grow on legs so that they'd always be really smooth.
It would be compulsory to read Harry Potter and Defence Against The Dark Arts would be a class.
Boys would have long hair and it would be great. Girls would have brilliant coloured hair and it would be great.
People would wear shirts buttoned to the top and shorts and jumpers with Owls on them.
You could eat anything you wanted and not be fat, because that's like a dream come true<3.
Your hair would grow really fast.
There would be a special tap in my bedroom where peach flavoured water would come out when I turned it.
Every day somebody different would tell you that you were beautiful, even if you weren't.
All our greetings would be hugs and you'd live beside your best friends.
All the boys ever in the world would play the guitar just because guitars are really beautiful instruments.
Nobody would ever feel like they were alone, like they had nobody to go to, because there is nothing worse in life then felling like you have no one to turn to,
There would be no war, or fighting. There would be no conflict.. But most important; there would be no pain.
If I were to names all the things I'd change about the world it would take time but you know, in the end I suppose it might be worth it.
I'll stop blabbering on now, thank you for reading!
Just Your Average Teenage Wizard xo
I'm not too sure abut this plan to change the world but from what I know he has one, its probably very big and maybe very good.. But I haven't looked too much into it.
But I have decided to make a difference in this big bad place we call Earth, I'm not very sure how yet but as soon as I find out I will tell all you lovely people who read my blog.
If I was in charge of the place we all call home I'd probably have a few quirks.. Oh yes!
First off, on Wednesday's, we'd wear pink (if you don't get that because you haven't watched Mean Girls, I'm not going to lie, I'm really properly judging you.).
There would never be any religion pushed on anyone, because people should believe what they want to believe.
Nobody would be discriminated for their musical interests, except the people who listen to songs sung by Tulisa, that would be completely an utterly illegal and the punishment for crimes such as this would result in the constant noise of the ..song.. in your ear t all times until death.
If you were black, you were black and if you were white? Well you were white.
People could wear face paint any time they wanted and it would be accepted, why? Because its art and I don't care what anyone says, face paints are the best in the world.
People would write letters to eachother, they would still text of course, but important things would be written. Because for me, it means so much when someone writes, its like for the duration they were writing the letter with pen and paper you were on their mind.
MEN COULD MARRY MEN AND WOMEN COULD MARRY WOMEN!! Sorry, I had to get that off my chest..
People just wouldn't get spots on their face and that would be a natural thing.
Hair wouldn't grow on legs so that they'd always be really smooth.
It would be compulsory to read Harry Potter and Defence Against The Dark Arts would be a class.
Boys would have long hair and it would be great. Girls would have brilliant coloured hair and it would be great.
People would wear shirts buttoned to the top and shorts and jumpers with Owls on them.
You could eat anything you wanted and not be fat, because that's like a dream come true<3.
Your hair would grow really fast.
There would be a special tap in my bedroom where peach flavoured water would come out when I turned it.
Every day somebody different would tell you that you were beautiful, even if you weren't.
All our greetings would be hugs and you'd live beside your best friends.
All the boys ever in the world would play the guitar just because guitars are really beautiful instruments.
Nobody would ever feel like they were alone, like they had nobody to go to, because there is nothing worse in life then felling like you have no one to turn to,
There would be no war, or fighting. There would be no conflict.. But most important; there would be no pain.
If I were to names all the things I'd change about the world it would take time but you know, in the end I suppose it might be worth it.
I'll stop blabbering on now, thank you for reading!
Just Your Average Teenage Wizard xo
Tuesday 6 November 2012
*panda noises*
I was going to write a blog about the things in life that I had accepted, but then something awful and unthinkable happened.. I lost Katie Kitten!
Who is this mysterious, unidentifiable creature you might ask, she's been my best friend since I've been about 3 months old although she doesn't talk much she's always there when I need someone to cry to. Katie, formally known as Katie Kitten, is a battered down Teddy Bear who has had less washes then your favourite jammy bottoms. I have accepted the hard cold facts that if I lost Katie there would be no reason left to live.. As drastic as that sounds its the whole truth really.
I've accepted other thing too;
I've accepted that when I shave my legs the night before, they won't be extremely soft during school the next day. I've accepted that in the winter time the Nutella will be hard and if i want to make a sandwich I'll have to put some on a plate and in the microwave. I've accepted that Roy will never write a song about me (if someone were to see this and ask him to write one for my birthday which is February the 24th I'd probably love you all forever!!). I've accepted that when I go to see the Ginger Jesus or the name e sometimes goes by Ed Sheeran, that Rupert Grint won't be on stage and I can't change that. Harry Potter, however strong my feelings are for him, is a fictional character who doesn't actually exists in the big wide world that Maeve lives in.. Although I have no doubt that if he were a real person he'd beg me to marry him and we'd name all our children after Shakespearian characters! I also can accept that the people I talk to now probably won't remember my name in 40 years. I'll never look like Beyoncé and yeah, I can accept that to some extent. If all I eat is Ben and Jerry's or the bet part of 3 days I'll get fat and if I'm going to be the person I want to be I have to put in the work. I've accepted that transition year will end and sometime soon I'll have to study again.
There are some things that at the age of 15 I can't accept though.. Like how someone can always be happy. How people can be so strong and be suffering on the inside because its less messy to hide it. I can't accept how Ed Sheeran doesn't make everyone in life feel extremely great all the time, how someone can make you feel so good for so long and then one day just nothing. How one day you die and all the lights are turned off in our brain and thats it, gone. I can't accept how people just forget you or stop caring.
That's about it for now.
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo
Who is this mysterious, unidentifiable creature you might ask, she's been my best friend since I've been about 3 months old although she doesn't talk much she's always there when I need someone to cry to. Katie, formally known as Katie Kitten, is a battered down Teddy Bear who has had less washes then your favourite jammy bottoms. I have accepted the hard cold facts that if I lost Katie there would be no reason left to live.. As drastic as that sounds its the whole truth really.
I've accepted other thing too;
I've accepted that when I shave my legs the night before, they won't be extremely soft during school the next day. I've accepted that in the winter time the Nutella will be hard and if i want to make a sandwich I'll have to put some on a plate and in the microwave. I've accepted that Roy will never write a song about me (if someone were to see this and ask him to write one for my birthday which is February the 24th I'd probably love you all forever!!). I've accepted that when I go to see the Ginger Jesus or the name e sometimes goes by Ed Sheeran, that Rupert Grint won't be on stage and I can't change that. Harry Potter, however strong my feelings are for him, is a fictional character who doesn't actually exists in the big wide world that Maeve lives in.. Although I have no doubt that if he were a real person he'd beg me to marry him and we'd name all our children after Shakespearian characters! I also can accept that the people I talk to now probably won't remember my name in 40 years. I'll never look like Beyoncé and yeah, I can accept that to some extent. If all I eat is Ben and Jerry's or the bet part of 3 days I'll get fat and if I'm going to be the person I want to be I have to put in the work. I've accepted that transition year will end and sometime soon I'll have to study again.
There are some things that at the age of 15 I can't accept though.. Like how someone can always be happy. How people can be so strong and be suffering on the inside because its less messy to hide it. I can't accept how Ed Sheeran doesn't make everyone in life feel extremely great all the time, how someone can make you feel so good for so long and then one day just nothing. How one day you die and all the lights are turned off in our brain and thats it, gone. I can't accept how people just forget you or stop caring.
That's about it for now.
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo
Monday 5 November 2012
Cute letters from cute people.
We get letters at Christmas and on our birthday, on Valentines day if we're lucky. But these letters we get are usually expected and bring joy and best wishes, apart from the odd few.
I received a letter today at morning break today from a girl I know, she told me it wasn't from her but that I wasn't to open it until I had returned home from school.. But as I am being a wizard I had to look. As I opened the envelope with my name written in cute letters on the top left corner I got butterflies, not because I knew what the person was going to have written, but because someone took the time out to write a letter to me, to Maeve.
The cute hand writing started by saying that if I was reading this it was good because it meant they had worked up the nerve to tell me how they felt. The writer explained how they had met me years ago and knew from the start I was something special, they explained how they liked the way I sat on the Transition Year bench and not the actual seat, and how they loved that I was so passionate when I talked about the books I love, so I guessed it was a reader like myself. The writer called me beautiful and told me that I don't see it myself, but I should.
Then the writer mentioned Tom, the writer mentioned how happy they were to see me with him, because he makes me happy like nobody else in the world can. The writer describes how they felt when they saw us together but then told me that they've heard that Tom loves me as much as I love him. They told me that he knew just how special I was, so that it was okay.
They finished by telling me that they couldn't summarize they're feelings for me in a letter, that they couldn't put into words their feelings towards me. But most importantly that they couldn't tell me who they were, because they thought that it would change things between us, which it might..
But the thought that someone feels this way, that someone can put those feelings into beautiful words, that someone could make me feel as special as I feel when Tom kisses my forehead.
I want to thank that person, if they're reading this. Thank them for making my day, thank them for some excitement in my life. but most of all, thank them for being man enough to tell me how they feel.
If anyone has any idea I would ask them to come forward, idk.
The Confused Teenage Wizard of the East xo
I received a letter today at morning break today from a girl I know, she told me it wasn't from her but that I wasn't to open it until I had returned home from school.. But as I am being a wizard I had to look. As I opened the envelope with my name written in cute letters on the top left corner I got butterflies, not because I knew what the person was going to have written, but because someone took the time out to write a letter to me, to Maeve.
The cute hand writing started by saying that if I was reading this it was good because it meant they had worked up the nerve to tell me how they felt. The writer explained how they had met me years ago and knew from the start I was something special, they explained how they liked the way I sat on the Transition Year bench and not the actual seat, and how they loved that I was so passionate when I talked about the books I love, so I guessed it was a reader like myself. The writer called me beautiful and told me that I don't see it myself, but I should.
Then the writer mentioned Tom, the writer mentioned how happy they were to see me with him, because he makes me happy like nobody else in the world can. The writer describes how they felt when they saw us together but then told me that they've heard that Tom loves me as much as I love him. They told me that he knew just how special I was, so that it was okay.
They finished by telling me that they couldn't summarize they're feelings for me in a letter, that they couldn't put into words their feelings towards me. But most importantly that they couldn't tell me who they were, because they thought that it would change things between us, which it might..
But the thought that someone feels this way, that someone can put those feelings into beautiful words, that someone could make me feel as special as I feel when Tom kisses my forehead.
I want to thank that person, if they're reading this. Thank them for making my day, thank them for some excitement in my life. but most of all, thank them for being man enough to tell me how they feel.
If anyone has any idea I would ask them to come forward, idk.
The Confused Teenage Wizard of the East xo
Saturday 3 November 2012
*insert love quote here*
I haven't written in a while and that's not cool, so here it goes;
I met Ginger first when I was about 9 or 10, we both attended Focus Martial Arts and Fitness in Gorey. He had really Ginger hair, he still does.. The first thing that I remember learning about him is that he has the same birthday as I do, February the 24th and i guess from that moment on we were linked, well I thought so.
I went to the Community School and so did he, I guess because it was the closest school for both of us, nothing planned, but on that first day when he turned up in my maths class I vaguely remember saying hello, maybe I didn't.
As the years after that progressed we were something then we weren't then we were and then nothing again, and it was all my doing. He never left, not once.
He's tall, a lot taller than me..5ft 10 or 11, I can never remember. He has lots of freckles and they join up like an army on his arms, an army of freckles and not of people because they're freckles. His hair kinda feels like one of those silver brushes you find under the sink, but I still like it. His eyes are blue but sometimes they look grey and I like that. Sometimes he does this half smile and I think its really cute. I tell him absolutely everything in the world and he knows more about me than I know about myself! He puts on these voices and sings loudly because it makes me laugh, well giggle, it makes me giggle. He's never cross or angry with me, even though he should be like all the time. We could sit there in silence and it would be fine because he's just like that. He never makes it awkward and when he asks if I'm okay its because he proper cares, I think.. Whenever he tells me I'm pretty I always disagree and he doesn't say it again, even though he knows I secretly like it. He never lets me put myself down and knows all my deepest, darkest secrets. He's actually quite funny, I didn't think he was at first. He listens to me fangirl abut Ed Sheeran and Josh Hutcherson and people whose names he'll never remember. When I go off and start singing songs he never stops me. Although he listens to music written by the Devil he'll sit there and embrace Ed Sheeran's music with me. He always has a smile for me, even when I don't return it. He hugs me really tight sometimes and tells me that he loves me, even when he's obviously frustrated.
I don't understand how I was ever able to cope without him, because he's proper to me like no other guy has been before. He doesn't take us too seriously and can have a laugh, and I really like that. I thik he knows I'm writing this but when I send him the link he better pretend to be surprised! Even though we've been together over 3 months I still get butterflies when i wake up in the morning and the light on my Blackberry is orange.
Whenever his name is ever mentioned I break out into a smile and he can't even comprehend how much I adore him even though I tell him all the time.
He brings out the best in me and when I'm with him I'm happy, there's no two ways about it..
He sends me pictures about Harry Potter on facebook because he knows that I love it, he always asks if I want a hug before he gives me one and doesn't expect anything of me, if he does then he's really good at not showing it. He doesn't deserve half the abuse I give him and the boy should be given an award for putting up with me like he does.
But he's proper to me and I really like him.
He's a Ginger and even though he steals children's souls, I really like him. I really like him a lot.
That's about it..
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo
I met Ginger first when I was about 9 or 10, we both attended Focus Martial Arts and Fitness in Gorey. He had really Ginger hair, he still does.. The first thing that I remember learning about him is that he has the same birthday as I do, February the 24th and i guess from that moment on we were linked, well I thought so.
I went to the Community School and so did he, I guess because it was the closest school for both of us, nothing planned, but on that first day when he turned up in my maths class I vaguely remember saying hello, maybe I didn't.
As the years after that progressed we were something then we weren't then we were and then nothing again, and it was all my doing. He never left, not once.
He's tall, a lot taller than me..5ft 10 or 11, I can never remember. He has lots of freckles and they join up like an army on his arms, an army of freckles and not of people because they're freckles. His hair kinda feels like one of those silver brushes you find under the sink, but I still like it. His eyes are blue but sometimes they look grey and I like that. Sometimes he does this half smile and I think its really cute. I tell him absolutely everything in the world and he knows more about me than I know about myself! He puts on these voices and sings loudly because it makes me laugh, well giggle, it makes me giggle. He's never cross or angry with me, even though he should be like all the time. We could sit there in silence and it would be fine because he's just like that. He never makes it awkward and when he asks if I'm okay its because he proper cares, I think.. Whenever he tells me I'm pretty I always disagree and he doesn't say it again, even though he knows I secretly like it. He never lets me put myself down and knows all my deepest, darkest secrets. He's actually quite funny, I didn't think he was at first. He listens to me fangirl abut Ed Sheeran and Josh Hutcherson and people whose names he'll never remember. When I go off and start singing songs he never stops me. Although he listens to music written by the Devil he'll sit there and embrace Ed Sheeran's music with me. He always has a smile for me, even when I don't return it. He hugs me really tight sometimes and tells me that he loves me, even when he's obviously frustrated.
I don't understand how I was ever able to cope without him, because he's proper to me like no other guy has been before. He doesn't take us too seriously and can have a laugh, and I really like that. I thik he knows I'm writing this but when I send him the link he better pretend to be surprised! Even though we've been together over 3 months I still get butterflies when i wake up in the morning and the light on my Blackberry is orange.
Whenever his name is ever mentioned I break out into a smile and he can't even comprehend how much I adore him even though I tell him all the time.
He brings out the best in me and when I'm with him I'm happy, there's no two ways about it..
He sends me pictures about Harry Potter on facebook because he knows that I love it, he always asks if I want a hug before he gives me one and doesn't expect anything of me, if he does then he's really good at not showing it. He doesn't deserve half the abuse I give him and the boy should be given an award for putting up with me like he does.
But he's proper to me and I really like him.
He's a Ginger and even though he steals children's souls, I really like him. I really like him a lot.
That's about it..
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo
Monday 29 October 2012
Meow like a cat
I decided to write another blog this morning. I like the idea of people reading my blog and knowing little things about me, because I think that if I were to tell someone on a one on one basis it wouldn't have the same affect! To all the people that read the blog I posted last night, thank you from the bottom of my fist sized heart. The thought that you all got a laugh from it or even read it makes me so happy, you all have no idea how much it means to me.
I'm 5ft 4 and a half inches, so that means I'm an inch smaller than Daniel Radcliffe, who is going to play me in the movie I'm making loosely based around my life. My hair was dark brown, but then I dyed it ginger so that I could be the 8th Weasley child.. I then dyed it back brown, but a lighter brown than it was originally! I got an A in English in my junior cert and my English teacher was shocked because she told my Dad I'd never amount to more than a C, I showed her! I have a younger brother and two older step sisters (but they're not really step sisters because our parents aren't married..). We have two dogs, Buster and Ellie and we have ponies too, they're adorable. I bite my nails when I'm bored, cold, tired, anxious, lonely or scared and i can't sleep with the lights on. I have Sean the Sheep curtains in my room and I still sleep with a teddy bear, her name is Katie Kitten. I like listening to Ed Sheeran more than I like listening to anythig in the world and i have serious problems with myself.. I believe we live again. I think that everything happens for a reason and that one day everything works out.
That's it for now,
Your friendly neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo
I'm 5ft 4 and a half inches, so that means I'm an inch smaller than Daniel Radcliffe, who is going to play me in the movie I'm making loosely based around my life. My hair was dark brown, but then I dyed it ginger so that I could be the 8th Weasley child.. I then dyed it back brown, but a lighter brown than it was originally! I got an A in English in my junior cert and my English teacher was shocked because she told my Dad I'd never amount to more than a C, I showed her! I have a younger brother and two older step sisters (but they're not really step sisters because our parents aren't married..). We have two dogs, Buster and Ellie and we have ponies too, they're adorable. I bite my nails when I'm bored, cold, tired, anxious, lonely or scared and i can't sleep with the lights on. I have Sean the Sheep curtains in my room and I still sleep with a teddy bear, her name is Katie Kitten. I like listening to Ed Sheeran more than I like listening to anythig in the world and i have serious problems with myself.. I believe we live again. I think that everything happens for a reason and that one day everything works out.
That's it for now,
Your friendly neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo
Sunday 28 October 2012
The introduction to a Teenage Wizard's life.
I've decided at the tender age of 15 I will write a blog. It is not because I want you all to follow and praise me, which I wouldn't mind, but its because I, Maeve Cassidy, think my life is far too interesting not to document. Although you might disagree!
I was very unsure of what to write about in this first..article? Would you call it an article? I don't know.. But anyway back to point. I was very unsure what to write about, so i thought about all the things i like and then the idea came to mind that on this first writing expedition of the Interweb I'd tell you all the things i like. So here it goes..:
I like old movies, I've never seen not one of the godfathers though. I like the Beatles and John Lennon was probably my favourite. I like lying on my bed in my room just after its been cleaned because to tell you all the truth, it makes me feel like a boss. I like when its only slightly raining and you're walking in it with fluffy socks on so your feet are warm and dry! I like making new friends and finding out things about people that i don't know. I like those little moments between sleep and awake when nothing bad can happen to you. When I'm sad and my iPod knows to play Ed Sheeran, because he's the Ginger Jesus. When my Daddy comes up behind me and grabs onto me and won't let me go, even though I always tell him to get lost, I secretly like it. I like when people call me adorable, or when I can make them laugh untill they cry. I really like when people tell me how like my Mum I am and how she'd be so proud of me, because she's not here to tell me herself. I like music and I like listening to people play the guitar. I like when i come home from school and put Jeremy Kyle on at half four. I like Harry Potter and the Hunger Games! I like when you're reading a book and nothing else matters and for the duration of the story you find yourself being someone else, being somewhere else and you think that maybe if you could live in this book forever that would be enough. When you wake up early and realise its a Saturday and go back to sleep, I like that. I like the colour purple and the colour green. I like being really excited for something, but I always squeal loud and high pitched and everyone else mindlessly hates that. Or when people surprise you by stating something about you that you didn't think they'd remember. I like talking to people, just one on one. I like Fleetwood Mac, David Gray and Mumford & Sons. I like the time I spend with my friend Iseabail because although we only get to see eachother at maximum four weeks in a year, when i see her its like we were never apart. I like rock-shandy. I like complaining and being very dramatic! I like chicken burgers and my dog, Buster.
So yeah, I guess I like being alive. It's alright.
I think that's everything!
Just an average Teenage Wizard xo
I was very unsure of what to write about in this first..article? Would you call it an article? I don't know.. But anyway back to point. I was very unsure what to write about, so i thought about all the things i like and then the idea came to mind that on this first writing expedition of the Interweb I'd tell you all the things i like. So here it goes..:
I like old movies, I've never seen not one of the godfathers though. I like the Beatles and John Lennon was probably my favourite. I like lying on my bed in my room just after its been cleaned because to tell you all the truth, it makes me feel like a boss. I like when its only slightly raining and you're walking in it with fluffy socks on so your feet are warm and dry! I like making new friends and finding out things about people that i don't know. I like those little moments between sleep and awake when nothing bad can happen to you. When I'm sad and my iPod knows to play Ed Sheeran, because he's the Ginger Jesus. When my Daddy comes up behind me and grabs onto me and won't let me go, even though I always tell him to get lost, I secretly like it. I like when people call me adorable, or when I can make them laugh untill they cry. I really like when people tell me how like my Mum I am and how she'd be so proud of me, because she's not here to tell me herself. I like music and I like listening to people play the guitar. I like when i come home from school and put Jeremy Kyle on at half four. I like Harry Potter and the Hunger Games! I like when you're reading a book and nothing else matters and for the duration of the story you find yourself being someone else, being somewhere else and you think that maybe if you could live in this book forever that would be enough. When you wake up early and realise its a Saturday and go back to sleep, I like that. I like the colour purple and the colour green. I like being really excited for something, but I always squeal loud and high pitched and everyone else mindlessly hates that. Or when people surprise you by stating something about you that you didn't think they'd remember. I like talking to people, just one on one. I like Fleetwood Mac, David Gray and Mumford & Sons. I like the time I spend with my friend Iseabail because although we only get to see eachother at maximum four weeks in a year, when i see her its like we were never apart. I like rock-shandy. I like complaining and being very dramatic! I like chicken burgers and my dog, Buster.
So yeah, I guess I like being alive. It's alright.
I think that's everything!
Just an average Teenage Wizard xo
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