for j-iseabail

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

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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

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