k bye

I'm flicking through my list of blogs because I'm fabulous, we already knew that though. Alot of my blog post are actually drafts, its probably because I have no determination to do anything that doesn't involve something amazing at the end. What amazing thing does writing involve? Today I came home from school early, it was because I've been feeling worn out and under the weather recently. It happens to alot of people at the kinda time in January so I'm not too worried. I think I'm bagpacking tomorrow but its during Japanese and with Cáitlín so I'm pretty excited about it.
It's still before 9, but it feels so much later.. I think I'll sleep tonight which is really great because I'm finding it hard to sleep. Maybe its not that I'm finding it hard to sleep at all, only waking. Waking up is reasonably hard but I think thats because I'm a teenager and its dark when I wake up.
I've been listening to the song Falling Slowly on loop for the last half hour and the urge to cry is becoming much greater every time. I think that mypod should just be full of songs that make me feel both really happy and sad all at the same time, because those kind of songs are so gorgeous in my opinion, because they're so proper. When you listen to them you think "Somebody must have really felt something towards another huan being to write a song like this. To be able to make people who have never spoken to the writer feel in a way that only happens so rarely." Its really beautiful.
But anyway yes, it's my birthday this day next month! Well, it is the day of my birth which I share with Tom Doyle and Steve Jobs, but more so Tom Doyle because we're the same age. While talking to Marie in woodwork today I tried to persuade her once more to rent out the hall in Ferns for her birthday, because it would be amazing banter and you get two bouncy castles thrown in. What more could you want honestly? I know John-ster the Monster Kehoe-ster the Toaster and I would find this situation extremely entertaining.
As for my birthday I dont not have a clue.. But any ideas would be very much appreciated and maybe taken on board.
Oh and Jen, if you're reading this; Stay Proud(y)

All my love guys,
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo

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I have this empty feeling in my tummy. Its not because I'm hungry, I never let myself get hungry because I'm pretty much a fat mess. But yeah, its an empty feeling. So I'll sit here with my ladybird earphones in, listening to songs that will probably result in me bursting into tears. I don't even know whats wrong, you know when all of a sudden you feel really small, as if you don't matter and that everything you've ever done is useless and that all your dreams are actually really small and meaningless. I don't know what this sinking feeling is, myself and Tom are fine, my family are fine, I was talking to my Mum's Mum earlier who is fine, I'm going to see Ed on Saturday which is well, much more than fine.
Speaking of Ed, I'm going with Iseabail. Last week me and Iseabail and her cousin Kayley watched the Perks Of Being A Wallflower (if anyone has the book I'd much appreciate if I could borrow it and read it because the movie was beautiful). But that's not what I'm on about, there's a quote in this story that I, Maeve, have fallen for. This quote says "so, this is my life and I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be". Although I have so much to be excited for in 2013, I just don't think I have the energy for it.
Albus Dumbledore was a man of many famous words, he once told me that numbing the pain for a while will only make it worse when I finally decide to feel it, but I'm not sure what pain I'm numbing. How can you heal from something you're not one hundred percent you're sure you felt before hand? I've closed my facebook tab to the things that I don't want to see, it makes me feel relaxed that I know nothing can pop up on the tab to give me a fright or make me wish I had done something differently, nothing in particular, just things in general.
I'm decided to listen to Snow Patrol because I don't think they're praised enough for their amazing work, my favourite song of theirs is 'You Could Be Happy'. I recall one memory of this song, I was on facebook at the time actually.. But I'll never forget how that link made me feel; it was as if I felt proud of myself for introducing this song into other peoples lives, people that I wanted in my life so badly. Most of you will have no idea what I'm talking about, but one or two will.
I've decided to replay the song over and over because I find listening to it is almost like lying on clouds, or sleeping in on a Saturday.
I think it's Ben & Jerry's ice-cream I need, caramel chew-chew! If anyone would be a baby doll and bring me some I'd probably marry you and we could live in the magical world inside my head forever.
I thought I'd leave with one more quote, I know a beautiful girl; she's so important to me and I could trust her with anything, she's so uncool that it's cool and I could talk to her forever and never get bored. I hope she knows who she is, if she doesn't she'll know right now. The quote is 'If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to.'
I couldn't be without you girl x x

See you all later boyos,
Just Your Average Teenage Wizard xo

poo

I asked Ciara what I should write about and she gave me the suggestion to write about all the Justin Bieber posters that I've found all over the bedroom wall that the door is on. I found these posters in my room as I went to get mypod charger for Dad. Whereas beforehand the wall looks naked and unloved it now looks happy and comforted, almost as if for a long time the wall had depression and nobody knew and then all of a sudden someone looked right at the wall and asked if it was proper alright, the wall replies saying no and sits down and cries for a long time but it has someone there to listen.. After this the wall decides that he's (the wall is now a boy) not alone and thinks to himself that there will always be reason to live, so the wall lives. The wall clothed itself in beautiful posters of famous boys and calenders to remind the girls who inabite the room that there will always be a tomorrow and there will always be a day after that.
I'm drinking from a Butter Beer mug at the moment because I'm a wizard an its real for me and all this kinda jazz, I dont think normal wizards have laptops but I dont mind, because lets face it guys, I'm a groovey wizard. I reckon my Hogwarts letter is well lost, I dont think the wizarding world would be able to deal with me though, so I'm gonna embrace my none magical traits and write instead.
You probably all know this already, but I'm going to write about loosely based around my life! If you care enough to read the blog you'll probably be featured in it, exact Ginger, if you're reading this and you tell me you've read it I'll well write you your own book, I promise. The book will be called something like 'Maeve is greatly holy!' and on the back there will be no blurb, written in small letters will be the words 'Thats why the book is so big, its so full of secrets.'. The book will probably consist of the adventures of my life, I'll stick an embarrassing picture or two in it aswell, this picture will more than likely contain Iseabail.

I guess thats it for now,
Just your average Teenage Wizard xo