<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438</id><updated>2011-12-01T09:17:40.750Z</updated><category term='Day 13'/><category term='comfort'/><category term='unpredictable'/><category term='quota'/><category term='habit'/><category term='pessimistic'/><category term='away'/><category term='cults'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='megavideo'/><category term='movies'/><category term='alternative/indie'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='knight'/><category term='macs'/><category term='sing'/><category term='wow'/><category term='hyper'/><category term='drained'/><category term='day 7'/><category 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term='accounting'/><category term='money'/><category term='do'/><title type='text'>Occasional Brain Activity Of The Blogging Kind</title><subtitle type='html'>The prospect of buying new stationary is an exciting one in my mind, if you can't relate this isn't the blog for you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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term='playlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray lamontagne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Concerning Autumn</title><content type='html'>Autumn is definitely my favourite season. Most people will probably say they love autumn too for the colours and such but it's so much more than that. There's just something really surreal about a proper autumnal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proper autumn day is dry, but not overly so, maybe a little rain the previous day or early in the day so thing are fresh (crispy leaves are desirable). Relatively cloudless but not warm, this is key. It has to be a crisp day, quite cold but not uncomfortably so. I want to be able to go outside in a jumper and not be deathly cold, but I also want it to be cold enough to wear a hat or gloves if one so chooses. While it needs to be cold it also needs to be bright, and wind is a key component. I'm talking a decent breeze but nothing too blustery, I want movement in the trees and in the leaves on the ground but I don't want to be pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets condense this; bright, fresh, windy but no extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a proper autumn day needs an appropriate playlist. Autumn is not a season for something like dubstep, autumn needs chilled out music. I have the perfect playlist for autumn already set up on my iPod, I actually made it ages ago and it just somehow fits with autumn really well. Artists like Sufjan Stevens, The National and The xx are perfect examples, I don't want to be overwhemled by bass lines or electronic beats I want chilled out, low key music. At the same time though you need to get the mix right, if it's too chilled out you can become lathergic and miss out on the awesomeness of the day that's in it. That's why my playlist is called "Chilled, but not overly so" because it's chilled, but not overly so. It has just enough oomph to keep your energy at a nice level, the perfect level for enjoying what a great day it is. You need to amplify the day, not overwhelm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have the day and the music you need to combine the two and just enjoy everything that's good about autumn. Dusk is a great time to go for a walk because everything has this orange glow about it, plus it's dusk so it's that really awesome ratio of light to dark that naturally comes with dusk cause you know the whole sun setting and such. I guess there's just something I find comforting about it being dark enough for streetlights and headlights to be on but not actually night time yet. I find comfort in really weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ray LaMontagne is really good for the playlist too, I'm on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/8tracks.com"&gt;8tracks.com&lt;/a&gt; and one of his songs just came on and it reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so this has been quite the cheesy blog, well I'm not sure cheesy is the word. I can't actually think of the right word but it's been it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to take a picture of the view from my window cause all the trees have changed colour and Canadian trees know how to put on a show. I mean there are so many colours! At home it's like yellow and brown but here there's yellow, brown, red, gold, orange, pink and everything else on that general spectrum. Unfortunately I can't take a picture because it's night time. I'll take it tomorrow and add it then so if you're reading this an there's no picture at the top then check back later cause there will be a picture soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to leave you with my current favourite song as inspiration for your own autumn playlist (although I totally understand if autumnal playlists should be completely different in your opinion, who am I to tell you what to listen to?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-Vg2YS-sFE"&gt;Apparently I can't embed a youtube video here, I can only link it which is a bit annoying but you should seriously consider clicking this link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is suddenly 3:30am so I should probably go to bed now, I have to study tomorrow for midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The charger for my camera isn't working for some reason but I took a pretty decent picture with  my phone but now I can't find the cable to transfer stuff from my phone onto my laptop so you'll just have to make do without a picture for now. Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5820261934181602283?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5820261934181602283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5820261934181602283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5820261934181602283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5820261934181602283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/10/concerning-autumn.html' title='Concerning Autumn'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-7520688266824800101</id><published>2011-09-17T23:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:11:47.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun fun fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Everybody Loves A Good Party.....Or Three</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to start this by saying that I think I'm still a little drunk.....and maybe a little high. That's kinda worrying since it's been 12 hours since I've had anything but I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I'm in Vancouver on my exchange and that's all going good and stuff (see &lt;a href="http://abiochemistabroad.wordpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for practical information about stuffs) and last night was my first proper night out with my roommates. I decided it was about time I actually went out so I just tagged along with them and it was a great night. Very different to an Irish night in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't really know many people here I had to tag along with a couple of my roommates; Ed and Alex, who were both heading to a friends 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and then on to another friends house for a party which suited me. I felt a little awkward crashing somebodies 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but it was cool, I think I pulled it off. So this party was in  one of the other residences, which by the way is much nicer than ours but like double the price so it's expected,  and there were a decent amount of people there but nothing wild since it was in a res. I got to play beer pong for the first time which was exciting and I'm actually not that bad. Myself and Ed were on a team together versus Alex and his friend Lauren, or LT, and considering that myself and Ed are both foreign (Ed is from England but studies here full time) and it was my first time we actually put up a good fight. We got them down to their last cup, but at the same time we were down to our last one too and they managed to get ours first. It was definitely a valiant effort. We didn't stay there too long cause we had a bigger party to make our way to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onwards to the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus drivers here are much more tolerant of drunk people than Irish ones. I mean there were a lot of drunk students waiting at the bus stop and I just assumed that the bus wouldn't stop, cause I wouldn't stop in Ireland but he did and he let a surprising amount of us on. I mean we were all pretty loud but the driver wasn't bothered at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street naming here is weird, we were going to 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and Blanca but got off at 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and Blanca so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; would assume that you'd have to walk over 6 or so blocks to get to 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but apparently 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; are only two blocks apart......I'm just confused by it all really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we get to this other party and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everythings&lt;/span&gt; cool but then I find out that it was actually only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;predrinks&lt;/span&gt; for another party down the road, which they called a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kegger&lt;/span&gt;" but I refused to call it that. At this point everything has just been a chain of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;predrinks&lt;/span&gt;, from starting in the apartment to the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to the first party and then to the second party. And then after the second party it was on the Downtown to a club, although none of us really knew where we were actually going and we ended up getting off the bus twice and random spots and then having to get on the next bus. I did meet two other Irish guys who weren't very nice at all, they scoffed when I told them I was from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wicklow&lt;/span&gt; which I did not appreciate. They weren't with the group I was with so it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I skipped a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl Jenny who I know through Ed and Alex fell at some point and had blood streaming down here legs and huge cuts on here knees so myself and Ed had to bring here to Safeway to get antiseptic stuff and plasters and then we realised we had nothing to mop her up with so me being the gentleman that I am used my sleeve to disinfect her cuts and mop up the blood and then put some plasters, or "band aids", on. And I did all this on a packed bus so I am amazing. Fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep that in mind cause there's going to be a beautiful picture painted at the end of this of what I currently look and smell like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so we've gotten the bus, gotten off at two random stops and then eventually we get off at a stop that's near a club so we just decide to go there. Anyway so I'm think it will probably only be about $10 to get in but then I get to the booth thingy where you pay and the girl is like "$25" and I'm like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Whaaaaaatttttttt&lt;/span&gt;!? $25!?" but I begrudgingly give her the money cause once you're Downtown you stay there, you've made the commitment to get the bus and there's no turning back. So yeah $25 later I'm in the club with Ed, Jenny and her friend Hannah but we lost the rest of our group. I'm not actually sure if they just didn't get in or if they just decided to go elsewhere either way it just the four of us so it was a bit of a failure but we needed to make the best of our $25 so we stayed for a couple of hours anyway. The music was pretty generic but it was perfect for dancing which was the important point. There was also plenty of strobe which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going Downtown turned out to be a bit of a failure but the night wasn't over yet. Myself and Ed lost the girls at one point thinking they had just gone to the bathroom or something but apparently they had actually left and gone back to Jenny's. I should probably point out that the first party was in Jenny's, and that we had lost Alex to the second party. Anyway once we found out where they had gone we decided to follow. Buses run quite frequently here even at like 1am and you don't have to pay anything extra for the night buses, the public transport here is amazing, I always knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ireland's&lt;/span&gt; was pretty bad but there's no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were all back at Jenny's, we've found some of the other people from earlier so there's a few of us now and the group &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;consensus&lt;/span&gt; is "lets get high" and so we do. And good times were had. One girl, Siobhan (Irish-Asian-Canadian), was doing accents which were freaking hilarious! I mean I was in so much pain from laughing, I thought I was going to die from oxygen depravation. Every now and then I think of one of them and start laughing again, they were just so brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am rolls around and myself and Ed are in no mood to walk home in the rain so we crash at Jenny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll onto this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head home at about 9 to crash in our own beds, needless to say I'm not looking my best but I don't realised then. I just went straight to bed as soon as we got back, I was just happy to be in an actual bed with a duvet. A few much needed hours of sleep later I get up. Here's where I paint the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still in the clothes I wore last night, one sleeve is stained with blood and there are a few drops on my jeans too, my hair is sticking up on one side from sleeping on it funny, I reek of Jaeger and weed and I realise that my hoody is stick soaking from the rain. Funny thing is I still look like that now just cause I haven't been bothered to change or have a shower, also as previously mentioned I am still feeling a little drunk/high but I think that's cause I had a large can of Red Bull for breakfast which just enhanced what I was already feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was a very good night, I fully enjoyed it. As far as I can tell this is what it's like every weekend, there's always a party somewhere and you basically just shuttle between them and maybe head Downtown. It actually doesn't feel like everything that happened last night happened in one night, it feels like it's a mix of loads of different nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I described the night very well, I get the feeling that this whole post is incredibly boring and overly descriptive of random things that only I would care about..........meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go see what the plan for tonight is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-7520688266824800101?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/7520688266824800101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=7520688266824800101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/7520688266824800101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/7520688266824800101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/09/everybody-loves-good-partyor-three.html' title='Everybody Loves A Good Party.....Or Three'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3236081044141425668</id><published>2011-04-24T02:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T03:07:00.467+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>I Guess I Do Have Hobbies</title><content type='html'>There just never seems to be enough time to do everything I want to. There are so many programmes and games and books and movies that I want to watch/play/read but I just don't have the time for most of them so I need to choose which ones to prioritize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have time for books cause books can be read anywhere at any time and while I am a little lax on the reading front at time I know I'll always get around to reading the things I really want to read. For instance I plan on reading The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings this Summer and I know I'll do it, or at least start, cause I'll have plenty of bus journeys and lazy days that I can spend reading. Not to mention my internet connection won't be nearly as good when I move home so I won't be able to watch/download as many shows as I currently do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games, movies and tv shows are a whole different story, I spend the majority of my free time watching things and/or gaming and yet there always seems to be more. There's always more episodes or other series' to watch. There's always more levels or other games to complete. It's just a never ending time sink, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know what I would do with myself if I didn't have this laptop and full access to all the shows that I watch and the games that I play. That would probably be the best way to torture me, take away my laptop and my consoles and my books. I would be devastated. Ok so I wouldn't be bored out of my mind because I do have other ways of occupying myself, I'd just go for loads of walks or go rollerblading or something. I guess you would be doing me a favour if you took away my stuff cause I'd be forced into a healthier lifestyle......but I'd hate you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the top of my head I'm currently watching 11 different series' on an ongoing basis, some are old so I've downloaded them and some are still going so I watch them on a weekly basis. I also have about 7-8 games that I'm in the middle of, not to mention the other ones that are endlessly playable like Minecraft or WoW. I'm in the middle of 3 books and will soon be starting my Summer ritual of re-reading HP plus as previously mentioned I'll be starting The Hobbit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that I don't really have hobbies or proper past times but I guess when you spend as much time watching things or gaming or reading as I do these things become your hobbies. They're just not things you can put on your CV cause they don't demonstrate any sort of good quality like teamwork or being social and active, which kinda sucks cause I actually tend to learn some good things from what I watch. Or at least I like to think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly sure I've picked up some pretty decent sleuthing skills from Veronica Mars, I've picked up some good catch phrases from 30 Rock, United States of Tara is teaching me all about DID and it's effects on the family dynamic, Cougar Town is slowly turning me into a future alcoholic, Doctor Who (current and classic series) has taught me a ridiculous amount about time travel; I can follow the timelines in it like nobodies business. I'm definitely learning a lot from these shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming gives me great hand-eye coordination and we all know reading is educational. See I do have useful hobbies, they're just not viewed like that cause they're anti-social and involve a lot of sitting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post really took on a life of it's own, I don't think I've ever typed a post smoothly. I usually have to stop after every couple of sentences to think of what to say next but this one just flowed. I don't know if it's produced a decent post but I don't care cause it was obviously stuff that I wanted to talk about and now I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening, or reading as the case maybe be (or actually is),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3236081044141425668?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3236081044141425668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3236081044141425668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3236081044141425668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3236081044141425668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-guess-i-do-have-hobbies.html' title='I Guess I Do Have Hobbies'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5641589644197327926</id><published>2011-04-04T01:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T01:04:25.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologetic Update</title><content type='html'>I've been severely neglecting this blog lately. I'm sorry. I don't even have anything to blog about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just direct you to my Tumblr account where I'm actually regularly updating about my Minecraft adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.type-40.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about gaming isn't for everybody but I like sharing these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot going on at the moment so I should be able to come up with some decent posts soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5641589644197327926?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5641589644197327926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5641589644197327926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5641589644197327926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5641589644197327926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/04/apologetic-update.html' title='Apologetic Update'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5053689170163369453</id><published>2011-03-13T02:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T03:43:03.782Z</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday And I'll Cry If I Want To</title><content type='html'>First of all I must apoligise to my blog for missing its birthday. It was officially three years old on Friday and I am two days late in celebrating. I have legit reasons though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have made peace with the inanimate object that is my blog we can start the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;G&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti everywhere*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years old already, look how you've grown! To think this time three years ago you were a newborn blog and I was full of idealistic visions. I wanted to write about everything, I tried to make this blog some many different things but in the end it's better off as just a place to spew out anything that pops into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wierd to think how much I've changed in three years, how much this blog has changed. All for the best I hope. Three years ago I still wanted to do accounting in college, I was just beginnning my obsession with the internet, I had formed very few unhealthy obsessions with fictional characters, I had never lived alone or away from home and undoubtedly I was probably a bit of a tool since I was only 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm 19, I'm studying science and loving it, I spend far too much time on the internet, I have developed far too many obsessions with fictional characters from watching far too much tv ( my obsessions with fictional characters from books is ok cause you can never read too much), I've been pretty much taking care of myself for nearly 2 years now and I'm a little less toolish.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt my 16 year old self ever thought that he would be going to Canada to study for a semester, actually current me is still pretty thrown by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like these people usually say what advice they would give their past selves but to be honest I have no advice to give me, I'm pretty happy with how things are at the moment. There's nothing that I would like to have done in the past that would affect me now really. I guess I would like to tell myself that it gets much better, I remember that I was really beginning to hate school around the time I started this blog and I was feeling very sorry for myself, so I'd probably tell myself that college is much better and also to get over myself really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to link you to some of my earlier blogs, or maybe even my first vlog, but I just read through them and I just can't inflict that on you. It's actually ridiculous how bad they are, although in saying that I doubt these ones are much better. I'll probably look back in a couple of years at this whole things and wonder why I ever did it. I mean everything on the internet is permanent, once something is put up here it's here forever (or at least a very long time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it will get to the point where there will be databases where you type a persons name in and every website they're registered to, every profile they have, every picture of them on the internet is there for you to see. Which a very scary thought and I can imagine that it's already possible to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just left my finger on the A button, too lazy to move it. I guess this is all I have to say for now. As usual I had loads of things to say during the week when I was thinking of what to write in the birthday blog, plus I had enough stuff to dedicate entire posts to but I can think of them right now. I know I want to write a blog about going to Canada but that can wait, I can't really see myself forgetting about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your party bags on the way out, they're full of great imaginary goodies for you to enjoy in the privacy of your own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my very unfestive restrospective blog, I was feeling terribly uninspired while writing it as you can probably tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5053689170163369453?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5053689170163369453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5053689170163369453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5053689170163369453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5053689170163369453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-my-birthday-and-ill-cry-if-i-want.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday And I&apos;ll Cry If I Want To'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5852326765954630490</id><published>2011-02-28T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:15:07.481Z</updated><title type='text'>I hate having to make choices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;p&gt;I mean I am such an indecisive person even  when it comes to little decisions. I frequently spend 5-10 minutes  deciding what I want in a shop. I can never decide what movie I want to  watch when I feel like watching one. Clothes shopping is hell cause I  have to look in all my usual shops before buying anything even if the  thing I want is in the first shop I go into.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are little things…..deciding whether I’m in a position to accept an exchange to UBC next year is HUGE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HUGE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I thought I had made up my mind, I was going to decline cause I  can’t really afford it and I want to switch my major and this all  interfers with studying abroad so I had decided against it after much  thinking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That was until I got the email saying I’ve been offered a place and now I just don’t know anymore!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I need to stress eat now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m actually freaking out! I know I shouldn’t be, I should just be  really happy and willing to accept my place but I can’t cause it’s a lot  to take on. I mean there’s the cost, the organisation, the moving  abroad for 4 months, stressing about what to bring, stressing about  getting my classes signed off by my lecturers to say they’re happy that  I’ll be learning the same stuff as I would be here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I completely overthink things and this is the mother of all things to overthink cause it’s a huge decision.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t deal.&lt;/p&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5852326765954630490?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5852326765954630490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5852326765954630490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5852326765954630490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5852326765954630490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hate-having-to-make-choices.html' title='I hate having to make choices.'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8896129402174035417</id><published>2011-02-18T00:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:35:55.202Z</updated><title type='text'>Header</title><content type='html'>So I'm pretty happy with my new header. I think I'll slowly improve it over time as I get used to using Photoshop more but for the moment I'm pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus points to anybody who can tell what's in each letter and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not kid ourselves, I might as well just give Kate the points now, if she's even bothered comment that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds kinda bitchy but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8896129402174035417?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8896129402174035417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8896129402174035417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8896129402174035417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8896129402174035417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/02/header.html' title='Header'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-4325556649015330463</id><published>2011-02-16T21:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:36:36.610Z</updated><title type='text'>This One Really Just Got Away From Me A Little</title><content type='html'>First of all I really need a blog header, I downloaded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; during the week so maybe I'll venture into the world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; blog headers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much my goal in life; find the perfect blog header. I've had some good ones over the years, I mean who could forget the colouring pencils, or more recently the wall with paint on it. Don't even get me started on the swirling orange light with a blurry red background, that one was truly inspiring and I took it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHER MUCH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; in all seriousness I would never refer to myself as an amateur photographer, too hipster for me (as he says as he writes his incredibly obscure blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the topic I have always found &lt;a href="http://omgcheckoutkatesblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog header to be a particularly good example of what I aspire too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New topic time. Recently I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;downloaded&lt;/span&gt; both the Inception and the Tron soundtracks because they are both wonderful and everything is right with the world when I listen to them. Trust me this is going somewhere. So basically I wanted to just listen to the two of them together but my recently added &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; had other stuff on it too so I had to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; (I swear this gets good any second now) and in a FIT OF CREATIVITY I named the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tronception&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TRONCEPTION&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have typed it twice it doesn't seem as brilliant as I originally thought but I don't care because it is actually brilliant. Fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot a crucial point; these two soundtracks mesh so perfectly that sometimes I can't tell which movie certain tracks are from, which is why I wanted the two of them on one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I've lost all train of thought so I'm going to go do some dishes and then come back and resume typing with my prune fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only did half the dishes cause I'm super lazy but it's cool cause now we actually have enough clean plates and bowls and cutlery to last a few days hopefully. I'll probably do the rest tomorrow after college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my fingers aren't prune like so I feel like I've let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt; I'm having such problems with the caps lock key at the moment, I keep missing it and not turning if off so the previous sentence originally looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" UNFORTUNATELY my fingers aren't prune like so I FEEL like I'VE let you down. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which when read in the appropriate tones to match the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lettercase&lt;/span&gt; it really puts emphasis on the wrong words and makes it sound sarcastic, and kinda like I actually blame you. Which I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that little mishap let me regale you with my impressions of the Inception soundtrack;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's brilliant and makes me wonder whether I'm dreaming right now or if I'm really awake but I can never tell cause I don't have a totem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love the track "Waiting For A Train" cause it's beautiful and it has the most effect on me in terms of feeling like I'm being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;incepted&lt;/span&gt; because of the part where "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;regrette&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rien&lt;/span&gt;" suddenly starts playing and you think that you're dreaming and the kick is coming so you panic because you haven't completed your mission yet but then you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that you don't have a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that four line sentence is sorely lacking in punctuation, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides being deluded and thinking that I'm being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;incepted&lt;/span&gt; I have also been watching a lot of 30 Rock which I've been meaning to watch forever but I just couldn't find any decent places to watch it all but then I borrowed....why am I telling you this? Basically I've watched 4 seasons of it and have come to the conclusion that I'm either going to be just like Liz Lemon or end up marrying somebody just like Liz Lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a direct result of watching so much 30 Rock and laughing so much lately I have developed a new laugh in which snorting loudly features heavily, and I mean heavily. I sounds like a pig having a seizure expect that would just be high pitch squealing which isn't what I'm going for at all.....that simile really got away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just watched a woman have a stroke on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and I'm quite upset by it. I don't mean actual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, it's a video from some sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;grammy&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; never mind I just watched it again and ran through the FAST! checklist and she was only suffering from speech problems so I don't think she was having a stroke. She just got a little tongue tied and flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably just &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ5P6RUvbVM&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; you at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been struck down with CREATIVITY again and feel that need to use this gift to create a blog header now and I think I have the necessary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; skills to do what I have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bid you adieu my good sirs and.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;madames&lt;/span&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-4325556649015330463?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/4325556649015330463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=4325556649015330463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4325556649015330463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4325556649015330463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-one-really-just-got-away-from-me.html' title='This One Really Just Got Away From Me A Little'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-4315938799903597438</id><published>2011-01-11T01:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T03:15:27.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Pilot Episodes Are Always Kinda Cringy When You Rewatch Them</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to write a proper blog for ages now, I always have these good intentions but I never see them through. I'm here now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first off I'm just going to get it out of the way and link you a &lt;a href="http://dimesionallytranscendental.tumblr.com/post/2689112772/my-very-first-album-cover-d-make-your-own-go-to"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; post of mine cause I love it, it's basically one of those things where you create an album cover using randomly generated things from the internet. The description explains it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may notice that I also redesigned my Tumblr page, or not, but I did. I'm very proud of myself because I altered the HTML of the theme to move things around a little just for my own personal tastes you know, I make it sound very impressive like I just dabble in HTML but it wasn't at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to teach myself some basic HTML just cause it's handy to have at times and I have some little things down, but just the things that loads of people know. I can alter HTML through trial and error too but mostly error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm listening to the Tron: Legacy soundtrack right now and it's so good. The movie is ok, enjoyable but nothing mind blowing but the soundtrack is amazing. It's all Daft Punk and the whole movie is pretty much a Daft Punk video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're even in it for one of the scenes, probably one of the best scenes too, and they're so cool and just mixing away in the DJ like nobodies business. I always liked Daft Punk but the Tron tracks are just particularly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paragraphs are really getting away from me here, it's a primary school thing. Paragraphs were never a huge priority there. You just kinda broke up your writing however you pleased, or didn't break it up as the case usually was. But then BAM!  we got to secondary school and suddenly it was all about paragraphs, paragraphs were the big thing. Everything had to have nicely spaced paragraphs but none of the teachers could give you a proper answer on how long a paragraph should be. That knowledge just came naturally, I know my blogs don't make it seem like it but I did develop a very good sense for the flow of an easy and presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My essays were beautifully presented, they may not have always had everything they needed information wise but by golly they were easy to read. Don't even get me started on my stories, they were things of beauty, I wouldn't blame my English teacher is he shed a tear or two when he read them. Thinking back though I'm surprised he wasn't worried about me, my stories were always very depressing. The main character always died and I spent a lot of time describing their final thoughts and feelings. I'm pretty sure they killed themselves a couple of times too, quite graphically. Ok well despite they're worryingly somber themes they were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much the topic of paragraphs can get out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last time a blogged it was 2010, now it's 2011. In my mind it's still 2010 and I will be writing 2010 when I date things for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can probably tell from my lack of enthusiasm that I don't particularly care for New Years, or more annoying called NYE. I just don't find it much of a reason to celebrate, it doesn't feel any different and as I said I'll continue thinking it's 2010 for a while. It's just another one of those holidays that are really just an excuse to get really drunk and do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so much that I've had bad ones cause I've had really good ones too, I've just never really felt all that pushed about them. This years was particularly bad though, I don't want to go into details because I don't want to vomit all my feelings all over the internet but, just take my word; it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the party I was at wasn't bad, just my personal experience really. The amount of fun I have at parties and social events is very much controlled by my mood, which is a very obvious statement but if I'm not really feeling a party I have absolutely no fun and make no effort to. The level at which I enjoy a party has nothing to do with the quality of the party, people could be talking about a certain party for months and if I wasn't in the right mood at the time I would have a crap time. And conversely people could write a party off as a social disaster and I could have had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my train of thought now cause I wandered off to get food and such. I'm watching Skins now cause it's been a while and I feel that it's been a suitably long time since I watched it last so I won't remember every little detail of each episode so I won't get bored. I have that problem with series' I can't watch them without a suitable interval between the last time I watched it and the current time. That sentence is very poorly written but I'm slightly distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm off for now. I think this has been a suitably good blog to make up for my lack of communication lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best not to leave it too long until the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-4315938799903597438?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/4315938799903597438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=4315938799903597438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4315938799903597438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4315938799903597438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2011/01/pilot-episodes-are-always-kinda-cringy.html' title='Pilot Episodes Are Always Kinda Cringy When You Rewatch Them'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1756798232336319402</id><published>2010-12-30T19:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:11:31.937Z</updated><title type='text'>Damn It! I tried to make a funny HTML joke in my title but it wouldn't let me.</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry, I've totally neglected Blogger lately. Actually I've been neglecting a lot of my internet profiles lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory I should have loads to write about since it has been so long since my last post, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was fine, oddly quiet cause we were missing some of the family so it was quite uneventful. Just your typical dinner, presents and board games with mildly drunken family members rather than the usual dinner, presents, board games and tears with heavily drunken family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if people's "crazy" families are actually as mad as mine. Somehow I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've written a post of similar length on Tumblr which I'll link you to &lt;a href="http://dairem.tumblr.com/post/2530255737/today-i-ventured-out-from-the-house-for-the-first"&gt;now&lt;/a&gt; to make this post complete. It's slightly more interesting....I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1756798232336319402?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1756798232336319402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1756798232336319402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1756798232336319402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1756798232336319402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/12/damn-it-i-tried-to-make-funny-html-joke.html' title='Damn It! I tried to make a funny HTML joke in my title but it wouldn&apos;t let me.'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2032307708736308725</id><published>2010-11-20T22:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:29:51.957Z</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>I came to the devastating realisation last night that once the second half of the Deathly Hallows comes out my childhood is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those movies were one of the last things properly tying me to my childhood and they're nearly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very upsetting. The movie itself is going to be super sad but then I'll be hit with the realisation that it's all over and I don't think I'll be able to handle that. The books ending was upsetting enough but once the movies are over that's it. No more Harry Potter releases to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter was probably the first things I ever geeked out over, my very first obsession. If it wasn't for Harry Potter I probably never would have been to a midnight book launch or felt so strongly about a movie or felt the need to know more about what happens to characters after the books end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt that it's something that will always be in my life, I read the entire series every summer and probably always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel sorry for the people who don't like Harry Potter or never bothered to read it because it's something that never fails to make me happy and I'm so glad past me decided to pick it up in the library that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The first part of the Deatjly Hallows was really good but I'm assuming if you read this blog that you would know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2032307708736308725?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2032307708736308725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2032307708736308725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2032307708736308725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2032307708736308725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-923336025446593155</id><published>2010-11-10T20:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:01:45.818Z</updated><title type='text'>Clogging Up The Internets With My Name</title><content type='html'>So I haven't really had time lately to finish my header, which is very disappointing but you'll all have to make do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I have created a Tumblr account which I am already completely in love with.&lt;br /&gt;It just takes everything I love about blogging and everything I love about twitter and combines the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dairem.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://dairem.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is, congrats if you get the reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post there a lot now but that doesn't mean I won't post stuff here still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have stuffs to be doing that count towards my future as a scientist. I must bid you adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-923336025446593155?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/923336025446593155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=923336025446593155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/923336025446593155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/923336025446593155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/11/clogging-up-internets-with-my-name.html' title='Clogging Up The Internets With My Name'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5432139289095872817</id><published>2010-10-25T03:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:21:35.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought There Was  A Scratch On My Laptop But It Was Just Food....Of Course</title><content type='html'>So I know you're all wondering where the picture form the top of my blog went but calm down, I took it down because the formatting went wrong or something and it didn't fit right anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has left me in a blog header dilemma, not unlike the one Nelly and Kelly got into that one time, and I am in the process of solving the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a hand drawn, personalised blog header. Yes I am going as far as to draw it myself. Now whether it will work or not has yet to be discovered but for the moment it's shaping up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it has Doctor Who references and Pokemon references, as well as some indications of a fondness for books, music and stationary. I didn't reallt think very far ahead though as I don't think it will fir in with my current blog title. I may have to rename my blog, which is a shame cause I've grown quite attatched...................DISASTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok not really, basically while writing the above text I hit the, what I now know to be very sensitive, power button on my laptop. I would have just turned it back on but it was late and I wa tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since the train of thought I was riding last night has since departed I'll start a completely new one; external harddrives are saviours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all my music and pictures from my old laptop back cause I back them up ages ago onto an external harddrive. Now it's missing some more up to date stuff but it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought just popped into my head, well a memory more than anything; I never got my Sims 2 disc back from the laptop people. They wowwed me with a brand new replacement laptop but neglected to return my disc. Damn you laptop people! Damn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch the start of Spy Kids today, while joining my youngest sister Lara in some post dinner tv watching. Unfortunately I had to go catch a bus so I didn't get to watch it all but it's now on my "to watch" list because I remember it to be a very enjoyable movie, as was the second and third one. They're probably crap but I remember them to be good and damn it I'll watch them again to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog just isn't destined for greatness, I just acidentally exited out of it again. Thankfully it autosaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make this a three day blog cause I just feel I haven't got enough excitement going. I'll blog more tomorrow about trampoline training and how nervous I am about my first competition even though it's not official and only within the UCD trampolining club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, ad it's a day later than I originally planned so this is really a four day blog. I'll still talk about trampolining cause it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it's super fun and in no way as easy as one may think. It's actually quite tricky, I mean loads of people can do some of the stuff we do on normal trampolines but it looks messy and you don't bounce very high so it's easy to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the same moves on an olympic trampoline is much harder, you go very high so control is an issue. It's very easy to go off balance mid bounce. The trampolines are much bouncier so if you land tilted slightly forward or backwards you're bounced off the trampoline basically. Not to mention all the moves you do have to look smooth and graceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes it sound like it's no fun but it's actually so much fun. It's a bit irritating when you can't get certain moves. It took me ages to get back drops for instance but some how it's still fun even when you're frustrated and trying to learn a new move.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cause it's so bouncy, it's so much fun just to bounce really high for a little while before actually doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the moment we've moved onto routines which consist of about 10 moves I think, all trained together.&lt;br /&gt;Routines are difficult, I'm on the begginer routine (obviously) and none of the moves are particularly difficult but chaining them together is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The routine is basically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full twist&lt;br /&gt;Straddle jump (legs spread into a V; touch your toes)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 twist&lt;br /&gt;Seat drop&lt;br /&gt;1/2 twist to seat drop&lt;br /&gt;1/2 twist to feet&lt;br /&gt;Tuck jump (pull your knees up to your chest)&lt;br /&gt;Pike jump (legs straight out in front; touch your toes)&lt;br /&gt;Back drop&lt;br /&gt;1/2 twist to feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three are fine, a bit disorientating with all the twisting, but fine none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second three are annoying cause I can't seem to link them all together anymore, I used to be able to but I was stuck on back drops for so long that I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four are fine too, I've finally gotten back drops but my half twist out of them is a bit sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;Back drops are actually kinda scary when you first do them cause y you're basically bouncing and then you orientate your body so you land on your back so it's a bit jolting at first. Plus if you land too far back you can hurt your neck and if you land too far forward the trampoline shoots you forward. Once you get it right though they're kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm going to stop boring you with trampolining details now. Actually I'm going to stop boring you all together. This blog is far too long and talks about far too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember what I started with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would scroll up but I'm not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. By the time you read the enjoy bit you'll have already read the blog so it makes no sense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5432139289095872817?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5432139289095872817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5432139289095872817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5432139289095872817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5432139289095872817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-thought-there-was-scratch-on-my.html' title='I Thought There Was  A Scratch On My Laptop But It Was Just Food....Of Course'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-331723832346456102</id><published>2010-10-18T23:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:47:44.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Do Coke....Seriously</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure this is going to be a ranty blog. Or least I had plenty of stuff to rant about last night and earlier but right now nothing is coming to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember! I hate trends, I mean I'm sure that I've been sucked into plenty of trends but the type of trends I don't like are the ones that involve things that have been around for ages and people used to get slagged for wearing/doing and now it's suddenly cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I remember a time when Converse were called "clown shoes" and people laughed at them when I wore them to school and now I bet most of the people who laughed have a pair now. And probably not even a classic pair, they probably have a stupid pair like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.footlocker.ca/images/images_products/pdp/45-22160-4-04_pdp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.footlocker.ca/images/images_products/pdp/45-22160-4-04_pdp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this style of converse, at first I thought they were nice but that was only one pair, all other ones I have seen have been horrible. Plus I don't like the people who wear them most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm starting to sound a little up myself and like a moany hipster but I actually claim no originality when it comes to Converse or anything in my life. I actually didn't know about Converse until one of my friends showed me them cause she really wanted a pair and then I got a pair.&lt;br /&gt;Now this was ages ago so I was still first on the bandwagon but I helped on by friends and I have stuck with Converse since then. Others have strayed and newbies have joined but I have stuck with Cons. I will be buried in Cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this wasn't supposed to be about Cons, it's just about everything that was uncool back in the day and is now suddenly cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugh I hate sounding like a hipster! But as I said I claim no originality, I'm never the first to like a band, or pick up on a trend.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like people who only like things because other people do or don't like stuff because it's not cool or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I wrote the above bit about an hour ago and then got distracted. Now onto something less moany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am rewatching the entire series on YouTube. It's so handy, every episode is up in 5 parts, really good quality too. I've been wanting to rewatch the series for a while now but I could never find a decent site for streaming, then I found a good one but after 5 episodes it wanted me to download stuff to continue using which was a touch on the dodge side so I searched for a better source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus YouTube became my saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so if you liked Buffy back in the day I would advise you to start watching it again cause it's so much better than I remember it. I mean I remember it to be pretty awesome but in reality it's so much better. I think it's because it's so unbelievably 90's in every way, it just adds that edge you know.&lt;br /&gt;Even without the 90's feel though it's still amazing, the story is actually really engaging. I mean I've gasped a few times, and laughed at terrible puns, and gone "awww" when Willow and Oz got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Willow oand Oz I'm actually in love with them as a couple. It's purely because they're both tiny and ginger and when then stand together all I can picture is the multitude of tiny, ginger babies they would have. Plus Willow is awesome and Oz is pretty amazing in his own right, he comes out with some great lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, and the note that I will leave you on, the 2 for €1 deal on cans of coke in Spar across the road is going to be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear one day Alex or Kate will come home and I'll just be on the couch in a coke coma, which sounds really bad but we all know I'm talking about the soft drinks and not drugs because "I'm Daire Murphy, I don't do that" ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private joke....but no seriously I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-331723832346456102?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/331723832346456102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=331723832346456102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/331723832346456102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/331723832346456102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-do-cokeseriously.html' title='I Don&apos;t Do Coke....Seriously'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6531857723159623639</id><published>2010-10-03T02:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T03:09:57.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears Sex Riot!</title><content type='html'>So I'm at home tonight, as in back in Enniskerry, and it's so weird to be here as a visitor. I'm actually sleeping in our visitors room and everything. I say it's our visitors room but it's actually just a spare room that used to be an office and now there's two beds squeezed into it. I doubt my family would actually make non-family visitors sleep in here. It kinda smells a bit at the moment too, I dunno of what but not the usual smell of a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway besides the room I'm staying in smelling funny it's been nice to be home for a little while. I got to catch up with my family and I got cake cause it's my sisters birthday and I got to use an actual laptop and catch up on all the programmes I've been missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has actually been such a good day, I got stuff from Ikea earlier with my Dad and then had an amazing lunch, and I got new trousers, well I was given money for new trousers since yet another pair of jeans has ripped on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bP_0dDjoW_o&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; that will be stuck in your head for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so many songs stuck in my head recently! I've had the Sweet Valley High theme stuck in there, Baptism by Crystal Castles, Let Me Borrow That Top plus many more including the above linked song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I want new shoes!! &lt;a href="http://www.schuh.co.uk/converse/mens-dark-brown-converse-all-star-hi-shearling/3405036150"&gt;These ones&lt;/a&gt; to be precise, I'm actually in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of you should buy them for me. I provide a service here and I receive nothing in return and I think it's time that changed. You guys are so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, you're not selfish, that was harse. Don't leave please. I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money, that's the root of all my problems; not enough money. I'm shallow like that, I like stuff get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying stuff makes me so happy. I mean some people might see that as shallow and consumerist but I enjoy it and I'm the type of person who embraces his faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point in not accepting your faults, I mean I can't help it if I'm self obsessed or cynical or patronising. These are family traits. I actually took it as a compliment when one of my teachers said I was the most cynical person she'd met, and this was in third year. I've had four years to develop that cynicism into the beautiful being it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for tomorrow actually, I get to climb the Sugarloaf which is this mountain near my house that I haven't climbed in years! Myself and my grandad used to go for walks all the time when I was younger and the Sugarloaf was a regular walk but I haven't been up it in so long. I wonder if it's changed much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS YOUR POTATO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm listening to Baptism by Crystal Castles and it sounds like she shouts that at you at one point. She's actually saying; "this is your baptism" but I much prefer the other version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many shelves in this room, like seriously every wall has shelves on it. Ok I lie, only one wall has shelves but it's completely covered in shelves so that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I going to go to sleep now, but first I shall weigh myself since there's a scales in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah I'm heavy; 14 stone. Admittingly I did just eat loads of cake and such so I'm not quite that heavy, I'm closer to 13 stone but that's still heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm tall or that just wouldn't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6531857723159623639?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6531857723159623639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6531857723159623639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6531857723159623639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6531857723159623639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/10/britney-spears-sex-riot.html' title='Britney Spears Sex Riot!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5509220585080426761</id><published>2010-10-01T17:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:46:25.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New(-ish) Apartment</title><content type='html'>Blog time again, this time I'm in our apartment. We got the internet yesterday but typically I still don't have my laptop back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my laptop broke a few weeks ago so I brought it in the be repaired, that was two weeks ago and I only got a call today to say that it needs to be replaced so I need to call Craig and give him some details or whatever. Hopefully this means that they'll just give me a brand new one straight away when I go back into the shop but I have a horrible feeling they might make me wait for a new one to be shipped or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm playing the waiting game it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I have my I-Touch to do some light internet browsing and I can borrow my roommates laptop occasionally if I really need to do stuff but I still want my laptop back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make matters worse all my pictures and music and such will be gone now cause they were all on my laptop but if it's being replaced that means everything will be gone....I think. I have some of it backed up but not some of the more recent things. Plus my Sims 2 disc was in the disk drive when I gave it in and they couldn't get it out at the time and I have a funny feeling that I won't get it back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's nothing I can do about it now so lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would like a mini tour of our apartment in the form of several pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes? Ok then I'll go take them.................done. Get ready for a very informative picture tour of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what you see when you come in the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK23yhuyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIK6d5TOl4w/s1600/DSCF4611%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK23yhuyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIK6d5TOl4w/s320/DSCF4611%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523113930821581602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our recycling pile, my DVD's and our toaster. Clearly we have yet to recycle anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK3ch8qhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Itz3VR9HPj8/s1600/DSCF4612%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK3ch8qhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Itz3VR9HPj8/s320/DSCF4612%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523113940684155410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our fish; Mortisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK3a1FrUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vCZP5_Z87uw/s1600/DSCF4613%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK3a1FrUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vCZP5_Z87uw/s320/DSCF4613%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523113940227566914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our kitchen, many a meal has been made here. It's constantly cluttered cause we have so much stuff between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK33qdI9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ppd0bFmgKGg/s1600/DSCF4614%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK33qdI9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ppd0bFmgKGg/s320/DSCF4614%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523113947967595474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my cushion just chilling on the couch, feeling at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK4OWy8xI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gxXR4GgD9iA/s1600/DSCF4615%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK4OWy8xI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gxXR4GgD9iA/s320/DSCF4615%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523113954059154194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hallway into our bathroom, it turns into a sauna when the heatings on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNGfVNWxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MU4Ha4K9GCk/s1600/DSCF4616%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNGfVNWxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MU4Ha4K9GCk/s320/DSCF4616%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523116398157323026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the toilet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNGiMMacI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VIiTnKVaR-4/s1600/DSCF4619%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNGiMMacI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VIiTnKVaR-4/s320/DSCF4619%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523116398924818882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNHN3xKJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6GWy4HJP2HQ/s1600/DSCF4618%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNHN3xKJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6GWy4HJP2HQ/s320/DSCF4618%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523116410650306706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front part of my room, it's a wierd shape....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNHQczevI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z61JDnHlruw/s1600/DSCF4620%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNHQczevI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z61JDnHlruw/s320/DSCF4620%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523116411342519026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main part of my room, my room is kinda like a hallway with a box room at the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNHt_XDsI/AAAAAAAAALM/u8YADnRfh1U/s1600/DSCF4621%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYNHt_XDsI/AAAAAAAAALM/u8YADnRfh1U/s320/DSCF4621%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523116419272085186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate's door, I didn't want to take a picture of her room without her permission so this is all you get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYOymFAMRI/AAAAAAAAALc/MMeLP-0WR2E/s1600/DSCF4623%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYOymFAMRI/AAAAAAAAALc/MMeLP-0WR2E/s320/DSCF4623%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523118255394271506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYOy5IPi0I/AAAAAAAAALk/vNO6hV92xeA/s1600/DSCF4624%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYOy5IPi0I/AAAAAAAAALk/vNO6hV92xeA/s320/DSCF4624%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523118260508134210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that's the apartment, in all it's glory. I have to go now because Alex wants his laptop back and I need to eat, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5509220585080426761?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5509220585080426761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5509220585080426761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5509220585080426761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5509220585080426761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-new-ish-apartment.html' title='Our New(-ish) Apartment'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TKYK23yhuyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YIK6d5TOl4w/s72-c/DSCF4611%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8375096461270330645</id><published>2010-09-29T17:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:39:27.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick But Long Update</title><content type='html'>Hello there, I know it's been a while. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I have no internet at the moment in my new apartment and I always forget to post a blog while in college. Today though I made a special effort since it has been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I missed the last day of the HP challenge but I'm still going to congratulate myself on the 29 days I did make it through, because as you should know I'm not the best at frequent updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start really. So much has happened since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved into my new apartment, started back in college, I actually joined a sports club, I've been job hunting, I've had one interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't seem like much when I list it like that but in reality it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes moving day was an exciting but stressful day, we signed the lease early in the day so we could move in later that day and not have to wait until the next. I thought I was pretty much packed and it wouldn't take long to finish off and getting everything into the car but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had loads to do and not a lot of time to do it in, plus I had a lot more stuff that I originally thought. It doesn't look like much when it's spread out but looks are very deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took two cars to bring all my stuff in and two days to fully unpack. It was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stress of moving though I settled into the joys of living somewhere central and with friends. I wandered around my new area a couple of days and just hung out with Kate and Alex, my roommates, I read a lot, play the xbox, watched DVD's. It was a very relaxing way to end the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus college begins....or at least orientation week begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an orientation guide this year which basically means I wander around the college helping any first years who need it. I also got to help out with various other things like table quizzes and setting up receptions. It was a really good few days, I got to see everybody again and just hang out really. I'll definitely be doing it again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus college begins....really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days were horrible, purely because I was out of practice. It was nice not to have to get up as early as I used to and my timetable is pretty nice this year but still. After the first week though I began to settle back into the flow of things and now I'm completely used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm not used to is the poverty that accompanies living away from home. See I had money saved up for moving out to keep me covered for a little while but it didn't click with me for ages that I couldn't just spend money on books and DVD's and expensive food whenever I wanted now because I had to live off a lot less. So I spent pretty much all my money in the first couple of weeks and ended up living off very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I didn't even have enough money to take out of an ATM, this depressed me intensely for a couple of days but I grew accustomed to it and now I know how to make my money last and how to eat for cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living off a lot of pasta and rice lately, it gets a bit boring sometimes but I'm being creative with them and have had some success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus begins (continues really) the job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate job hunting! You have to put in so much effort with CVs and cover letters and finding places that are hiring and such and in the end about 95% of your applications are denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have handed out so many CVs and haven't heard a thing, don't these people understand that I'm poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying thing about it is finding out there's a job going somewhere, printing out a CV and cover letter and making you way to this place only to find out that the position has been filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! It's happened three times now and it's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side however I did go to a careers open day in the Shelbourne Hotel, which is this big fancy hotel near me, and I applied for a few positions and had an interview which went well. The woman made it seem like I was a shoe in but I'm not going to get my hopes up since that's just asking for rejection. It would be nice to work there though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much a summary of the past few weeks then, even while writing it I knew it was a very boring account but I'm not in a humorous blogging mood. I'm just typing what happened, I can't embellish it in a funny way right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot, I also joined the Trampoline Club so now every Tuesday and Thursday I get to bounce around on a trampoline for a couple of hours and learn how to do cool maneuvers and flips and such. It should be really fun. I didn't go this week because the first couple of days are always packed cause so many people join but it thins out really fast so I'll start going next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've taken up enough of your time and I feel it's time to go home and have some dinner, I'll have internet in the apartment soon enough and my laptop should be fixed any day now hopefully so I'll be back to full blogging capacity then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8375096461270330645?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8375096461270330645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8375096461270330645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8375096461270330645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8375096461270330645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-there-i-know-its-been-while.html' title='A Quick But Long Update'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2846973740957813637</id><published>2010-08-30T18:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:19:18.451+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 28'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 29'/><title type='text'>Day 28 &amp; 29</title><content type='html'>I'm combining these two because both will be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28; Do you listen to Wrock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I do listen to Trock (Timelord Rock) based on Doctor Who and love it so I think I'll have a look into Wrock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: What did you think of A Very Potter Musical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know there was a musical but I think I would enjoy it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more to go now, and looking ahead it's a difficult one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2846973740957813637?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2846973740957813637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2846973740957813637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2846973740957813637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2846973740957813637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-28-29.html' title='Day 28 &amp; 29'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6756230909478945896</id><published>2010-08-29T17:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:06:51.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 27'/><title type='text'>Day 27: Which Hallow Would You Choose?</title><content type='html'>The cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be too attached to my own wand to swap it for the elder wand, plus I wouldn't know what to be doing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had nobody close to me die so the stone would be useless, plus they don't really come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cloak it is, not just because I don't want the other two. I actually would like the cloak. It would just be handy to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think of many instances where I would use it but I'm sure if I actually had one I would find plenty of reasons to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6756230909478945896?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6756230909478945896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6756230909478945896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6756230909478945896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6756230909478945896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-27-which-hallow-would-you-choose.html' title='Day 27: Which Hallow Would You Choose?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-686105749630172170</id><published>2010-08-28T23:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:21:07.385+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 26'/><title type='text'>Day 26: If You Could Work One Spell Without A Wand What Would It Be?</title><content type='html'>Accio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would just be so handy to be able to summon things whenever you wanted. Like the other day I couldn't find my Ipod anywhere and spent a good 10 minutes looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all could have been avoided if I could have just summoned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus if I was ever in a duel and I got disarmed I could just summon my wand back to me, how handy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-686105749630172170?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/686105749630172170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=686105749630172170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/686105749630172170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/686105749630172170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-26-if-you-could-work-one-spell.html' title='Day 26: If You Could Work One Spell Without A Wand What Would It Be?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-808312572865434450</id><published>2010-08-27T22:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:48:51.150+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 24'/><title type='text'>Day 24 &amp; 25</title><content type='html'>Sorry I totally forgot about this yesterday but day 24 is: Are there any scenes you wish were in the movies that weren't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really think of any off the top of my head to be honest. Actually I think the scene with Harry and Cho in Madame Puddifoots would have been quite good to see, it could have been kinda funny if it was done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 is: Are you happy with how 19 years later turned out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say yes, I loved that we got a few pages of how things turned out. I would absolutely love if she wrote more books of what happens later or even if she just published her notes on it just so we can see how things pan out over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 19 years later bit always makes me feel so happy cause everything turned out nicely and is wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 5 days left now two of which will be very short because they don't really apply to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-808312572865434450?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/808312572865434450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=808312572865434450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/808312572865434450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/808312572865434450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-24-25.html' title='Day 24 &amp; 25'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8766205674777501737</id><published>2010-08-25T17:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:32:25.962+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 23'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 23: What Part Of The Books/Movies Makes You Cry?</title><content type='html'>Dumbledore's funeral and most of the last book, especially the last few chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time reading the final book and the minute Hedwig died I knew that I was in for a rough ride. I had to struggle through the last few chapters cause I could barely see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mixture of sad and happy tears though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember hearing about an interview that J.K. Rowling gave in which she told us that after a particular chapter she had to stop writing and have a good cry but I find it hard to believe she only had to stop once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which chapter she was refering to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8766205674777501737?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8766205674777501737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8766205674777501737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8766205674777501737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8766205674777501737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-23-what-part-of-booksmovies-makes.html' title='Day 23: What Part Of The Books/Movies Makes You Cry?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2693356650739370088</id><published>2010-08-24T14:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:54:57.687+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 22'/><title type='text'>Day 22: Harry Potter or Twilight?</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter. End of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2693356650739370088?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2693356650739370088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2693356650739370088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2693356650739370088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2693356650739370088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-22-harry-potter-or-twilight.html' title='Day 22: Harry Potter or Twilight?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1785214785213956591</id><published>2010-08-23T21:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:30:58.430+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 21'/><title type='text'>Day 21: Which Of The Characters That Died Would You Bring Back?</title><content type='html'>Fred Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could deal somewhat with the others but Fred was such a shock. And when you see the Weasleys all gathered around him it's just horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be done though, it's somewhat better that she killed off a Weasley. Makes it more believable and makes the whole story better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the whole thing would have the same effect if a Weasley wasn't killed off, it would just seem a little to convenient that out of all the people that died none of them were Weasleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Fred was the better twin in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1785214785213956591?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1785214785213956591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1785214785213956591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1785214785213956591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1785214785213956591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-21-which-of-characters-that-died.html' title='Day 21: Which Of The Characters That Died Would You Bring Back?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8541585806451612411</id><published>2010-08-22T16:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:49:17.394+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day20'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 20: Which Cast Member Would You Like To Meet?</title><content type='html'>I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Emma Watson, although not with her new short hair. Rupert Grint seems really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Smith is amazing and so's Emma Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins would be a laugh I'd imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Robbie Coltrane seems like a nice person to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too many to choose from although the one person I do love in and out of the movies is Emma Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8541585806451612411?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8541585806451612411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8541585806451612411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8541585806451612411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8541585806451612411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-20-which-cast-member-would-you-like.html' title='Day 20: Which Cast Member Would You Like To Meet?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8927690662590741620</id><published>2010-08-21T22:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:48:10.060+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 19'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day17'/><title type='text'>Day 17, 18 &amp; 19</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I missed a few days, we have family over so I've been busy doing family things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll fly through these now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: Excited about Deathly Hallows movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. A little apprehensive but the reason they're splitting it in two is because they left so many aspects that are tied in in the end out of other movies that they have to bring them back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gives me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: Least Favourite Book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably The Order of the Phoenix just because of Harry's annoying angst throughout. He's just too angry at everybody for stupid reasons for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: Books or Films?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books. No question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8927690662590741620?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8927690662590741620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8927690662590741620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8927690662590741620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8927690662590741620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-17-18-19.html' title='Day 17, 18 &amp; 19'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2198318182190848152</id><published>2010-08-18T20:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:53:20.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Of My Thriftyness</title><content type='html'>So my thriftyness has taken form in three new cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two out of old shirts and one out of an old hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shirt I made into more of a cushion shape:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TGw4jWtKOxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YR0t0Tmex8c/s1600/DSCF4576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TGw4jWtKOxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YR0t0Tmex8c/s320/DSCF4576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506838624408845074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While with  the second shirt and the hoodie I kinda left them in their orginal shapes to see what they would look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TGw5_gUdk5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UxQLxWoy9Gk/s1600/DSCF4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TGw5_gUdk5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UxQLxWoy9Gk/s320/DSCF4577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506840207537574802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all really comfortable, especially the hoodie one cause it's the same size as my back so gives great support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the shirt and hoodie that have their own shape look kinda cool and quirky, but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you people think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2198318182190848152?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2198318182190848152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2198318182190848152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2198318182190848152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2198318182190848152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/results-of-my-thriftyness.html' title='The Results Of My Thriftyness'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/TGw4jWtKOxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YR0t0Tmex8c/s72-c/DSCF4576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6872482457361717336</id><published>2010-08-18T20:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:32:50.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 16'/><title type='text'>Day 16: Favourite Professor</title><content type='html'>I really like Professor McGonagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just so amazing. I love when she sneakily shows the Gryffindor students favouritism around Quidditch matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when she give out as well, she doesn't take nothing from no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite bit of hers is during the final battle when she's seen riding down the hallways with an army of desks with her hair flying out of her bun. I always smile at that bit cause it just shows how epic she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Maggie Smith as her too, I just think she was cast perfectly for the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'll be moving next week and probably won't have much internet access so I may not complete the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best to sort something out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6872482457361717336?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6872482457361717336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6872482457361717336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6872482457361717336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6872482457361717336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-16-favourite-professor.html' title='Day 16: Favourite Professor'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-9001641026059289239</id><published>2010-08-17T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:10:28.623+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 15'/><title type='text'>Day 15: Who Would Be Your Three Best Friends At Hogwarts?</title><content type='html'>I think I'd end up being friends with Ginny, Neville and Luna. I don't think I'd be part of the main gang as such, I'd be a supporting character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'd be friends because I'd appreciate Luna's oddness and love her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have laugh with Ginny, and probably be a bit in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'd be great friends with Neville cause I'd help him out in class and hang out with him because he seems so nice and a really good friend to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd be a great group of friends, I think we'd be really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also love to be one of the ones left in Hogwarts to cause some trouble, obviously I wouldn't enjoy the torture but I'd have some fun and then go on the run with Neville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have dreams of Hogwarts tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-9001641026059289239?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/9001641026059289239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=9001641026059289239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/9001641026059289239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/9001641026059289239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-15-who-would-be-your-three-best.html' title='Day 15: Who Would Be Your Three Best Friends At Hogwarts?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8480219175609901496</id><published>2010-08-16T16:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:58:33.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Thrifty With It</title><content type='html'>That's right I'm getting thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes to plan I should be moving out next week sometime which means I'm going to have to watch the purse strings since I won't have much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hasn't stopped me buying two DVD's and a computer game in the last week but that has sated my need to buy stuff for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the point is I'm getting thrifty with some old clothes. I cleared out my wardrobe the other day cause it was full of old clothes and clothes that don't fit and such and ended up with a black bag full of clothes that I can't wear or give to charity cause they're too worn or ripped or out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I looked at this bag and felt sorry for some of the clothes cause a couple of items hadn't been worn very much before I ruined them in the wash or ripped them or grew out of them so I took them out and tried to think of stuff to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In walk Mr. Google and asks "How can I help you" and I say " I need some ideas for reusing old clothes" and Mr. Google, the powerhouse that he is, comes up with plenty of suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quilts were suggested, throws were suggested, pillows were suggested, teddies were suggested, scarves were suggested. There were plenty of things I could do with them, but not many that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quilt making isn't one of my skills unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can sew to a small degree so I decided that some pillows and a beanbag would be ideal for our new apartment to liven things up a little. Add the Daire touch to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to cutting out the usable bits of material from various jumpers, jeans and shirts and now I have a pile of stuff that I have to magically make into other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit like Transfiguration but a lot slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went as far as compensating for the evening of sewing ahead by doing man stuff today such as moving furniture, assembling things and even viciously murdering loads of wasps.&lt;br /&gt;So now when I do my sewing tonight I'll even out my manly-womanly meter to a healthy balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do think sewing is a handy skill to have for the future so I'm glad I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually come to think of it I don't know where I learned, probably in primary school since we learned to knit there too but I just didn;t grasp that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making it sound like I'm some master seamstress, but I'm not. I can barely do a normal stitch, I really just sew to my own rythme. It's messy but effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave know to think about what you could turn your old clothes into,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8480219175609901496?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8480219175609901496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8480219175609901496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8480219175609901496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8480219175609901496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-thrifty-with-it.html' title='Getting Thrifty With It'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3441805002350696041</id><published>2010-08-16T12:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:32:24.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 13'/><title type='text'>Day 13 &amp; Day 14</title><content type='html'>Well day 13 is Least Favourite Movie which I've basically already covered in my rant about The Half Blood Prince movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 is Team Voldemort or Team Harry which again has a pretty obvious answer; Team Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Voldemort isn't much of a "team" it's more of a dictatorship and that just isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3441805002350696041?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3441805002350696041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3441805002350696041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3441805002350696041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3441805002350696041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-13-day-14.html' title='Day 13 &amp; Day 14'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1176302208892573304</id><published>2010-08-15T23:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:20:31.904+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12: Favourite Relationship</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have to say Ron and Hermione simply because of how it comes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of fighting and lusting after one another and then Ron makes one remark about the safety of House Elves and Hermione jumps on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so perfect cause you're waiting for ages for something to happen and then the way it happens is just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they make a really good couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1176302208892573304?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1176302208892573304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1176302208892573304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1176302208892573304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1176302208892573304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-12-favourite-relationship.html' title='Day 12: Favourite Relationship'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1787468065813829852</id><published>2010-08-14T14:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:09:31.862+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11: Which Character Are You Most Like?</title><content type='html'>Hermione, except without all the studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bookish and clever and a bit  of a know it all. I always say no to letting people copy my work cause they won't learn anything then but I always give in and end up letting them, or sometimes practically doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure if my hair was long it would be exactly like Hermiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't study as much as her but I still like to do well in class and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solutions to any problems I have is usually research, but on the internet not with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little uncanny at times how alike we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1787468065813829852?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1787468065813829852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1787468065813829852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1787468065813829852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1787468065813829852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-11-which-character-are-you-most.html' title='Day 11: Which Character Are You Most Like?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-9089844569695825719</id><published>2010-08-13T14:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:00:39.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halllows or horcruxes'/><title type='text'>Day 10: Horcruxes or Hallows?</title><content type='html'>Hallows all the way. I don't want to live forever really so I definitely wouldn't go for horcruxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hallows are cool though, well the cloak is and the wand I suppose. The stone not so much as it doesn't do exactly as it says on the tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice to have an invisibility cloak, it would be so much fun cause you could sneak up on people and then just appear out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be too pushed with the wand, it would be nice to have I suppose but, like Harry, I'd probably just prefer my own wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anybody picks Horcruxes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-9089844569695825719?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/9089844569695825719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=9089844569695825719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/9089844569695825719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/9089844569695825719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-10-horcruxes-or-hallows.html' title='Day 10: Horcruxes or Hallows?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5603010750550676438</id><published>2010-08-12T16:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:01:16.184+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Least Favourite Male Character</title><content type='html'>I suppose the male character that irritates me the most is Rufus Scrimgeour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just irritates me everytime he appears really, he just doesn't get the message that Harry wants nothing to do with him or his ministry and yet seems surprised everytime Harry tells him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I hate other people but only the ones you're meant to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose Peter Pettigrew is a horrible character too, I don't like people who use others for their power etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he'd just grow a backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing rather well with this challenge, I thought for sure that I would have failed it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose blogging is easier when you have something to write about every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't bitten my nails....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting some money worries though, I mean my Dad will give me the money I need for rent and such but I hate asking for so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an expensive child but it's worth it cause I don't give my parents any grief, I just wish they'd realise how lucky they are to have such an easy kid. They say they have but they really just don't appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to moving out, I love the packing and unpacking. Finding new places for stuff, getting settled. I just think it's a nice experience, plus I get to live with two of my best friends which is super exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the fun that will be had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5603010750550676438?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5603010750550676438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5603010750550676438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5603010750550676438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5603010750550676438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-9-least-favourite-male-character.html' title='Day 9: Least Favourite Male Character'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-4445872597704804229</id><published>2010-08-11T20:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:01:33.824+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 8'/><title type='text'>Day 8: What Do You Think Would Be Your Favourite Lesson?</title><content type='html'>I think I'd enjoy Transfiguration, I know it seems really difficult but I like teachers like Professor McGonagall so I'd probably respond well to her teaching and end up doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also looks like fun, turning things into other things. Think of the fun you would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charms looks pretty good too, fun and useful. I'd probably get really distracted though by things flying around the room and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit of a Harry I suppose in terms of what subjects I'd enjoy and be good at. Like I'd hate Divination and History of Magic, although I could be ok at Potions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I haven't bitten my nails in two days now, well I took a couple of small, absent minded ones before realising that I'm trying to stop. Not feeling stressed yet but it might kick in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-4445872597704804229?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/4445872597704804229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=4445872597704804229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4445872597704804229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4445872597704804229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-8-what-do-you-think-would-be-your.html' title='Day 8: What Do You Think Would Be Your Favourite Lesson?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3386461010130179232</id><published>2010-08-10T19:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:51:05.011+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite female character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7: Favourite Female Character</title><content type='html'>Another difficult one, I can't decide between Ginny and Luna (again omitting Hermione).  Ginny is really tough and kick ass and funny but then Luna is just awesome, I love that she's slighty mad and she comes out with such amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! I've decided; my favourite female character is Mrs. Weasley! I didn't take her into account cause I was only thinking of the young ones but Mrs. Weasley is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so nice in every way, I mean my mum is awesome too but I wouldn't say no to Mrs. Weasley adopting me and I'm pretty sure my mum would understand. The food she cooks always sounds amazing, I'm pretty sure I've drooled on my books....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she is so nice, when she first meets Harry she's so helpful and warm and then sends him a Christmas jumper even though she barely knows him. I've always wanted a Weasley jumper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so protective of Harry too; you know in the fourth book when she sends Hermione a tiny Easter egg after the rumours of her and Harry dating come out, I love her for that. I kinda don't at the same time cause it's Hermione but still she's just being protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in the fifth book where she tells Sirius that Harry is practically her son, it's just so nice. I kinda get angry at Harry for not backing down and going with her wishes, even just for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's so nice and such a typical mum she's still so kick ass. I get goosebumps whenever I read the bit in the 7th book when she screams at Bellatrix and starts duelling with her, claiming her as her own. I just love Mrs. Weasley to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now so I'm off to make some dinner for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3386461010130179232?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3386461010130179232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3386461010130179232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3386461010130179232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3386461010130179232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-7-favourite-female-character.html' title='Day 7: Favourite Female Character'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3686242925893777756</id><published>2010-08-09T13:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:49:30.369+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what house would you want to be in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6: What house would you want to be in?</title><content type='html'>It's kinda hard to tell since you only really see what goes on in the Gryffindor common room and such so for that reason I would pick Gryffindor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like they have a lot of fun as a house and have a nice common room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality though I'd probably end up in Ravenclaw cause I'm a bit of a teachers pet. I know that's not what Ravenclaws are but I value my education more than a lot of other things so that's where I'd probably end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I like how they get into their tower, I love a good riddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3686242925893777756?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3686242925893777756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3686242925893777756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3686242925893777756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3686242925893777756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-6-what-house-would-you-want-to-be.html' title='Day 6: What house would you want to be in?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5242080575576838205</id><published>2010-08-08T23:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:00:26.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite male character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5: Favourite Male Character</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have to go with Neville Longbottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cause he's the underdog for most of the series and then, once he got a bit of confidence, turned into this kick ass rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you've got to love him for the first few books cause he's just that; loveable. He's all clumsy and forgetful and never gets things right but he's still quite brave even though he doesn't seem it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you see him grow in confidence throughout his exploits with Harry and the gang and then by the last book he's turned into this amazingly epic character who's doing everything he can to cause trouble for the Death Eaters at Hogwarts and going out of his way to defend those who can't defend themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he helped bring down Voldemort, not something any old person can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I like Harry and Ron too but I think these questions aren't supposed to include them really cause it would be a bit boring and predictable to choose one of them since everybody likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway only one minute to publish before it's day 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5242080575576838205?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5242080575576838205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5242080575576838205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5242080575576838205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5242080575576838205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-5-favourite-male-character.html' title='Day 5: Favourite Male Character'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-309916382270675766</id><published>2010-08-07T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T00:00:15.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lease favourite female character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 3'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Least Favourite Female Character</title><content type='html'>I have two, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate Pansy Parkinson cause she's such an uber bitch, she's just the most annoying person ever! I allows for this hatred though because that's exactly how you're supposed to feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favourite female character other than her though is Cho Chang for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just so moany all the time, I mean I get it; the guy you went out with for a few months was murdered. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she can be sad but she practically spends the whole next year crying over it and leading Harry on and then crying on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she has a fight with him and then she flirts again and then fights and flirts. It's just like she never cops on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I think she's just an attention seeker, I mean she only seems interested in popular/famous guys when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when you think it's all over in the last book since they're not in Hogwarts she comes back at the end and throws herself at him infront of Ginny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know she doesn't really throw herself at him but she tries to get some alone time with him with no doubt flirtatious intentions and that just irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, Cho Chang is just a moany, irritating tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-309916382270675766?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/309916382270675766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=309916382270675766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/309916382270675766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/309916382270675766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-4-least-favourite-female-character.html' title='Day 4: Least Favourite Female Character'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-586252903748125111</id><published>2010-08-06T16:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:39:14.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Film Adaptations That Made Me Angry</title><content type='html'>I like this one. This one will be very easy to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so angry at The Half Blood Prince movie because they left out so much, changed the best bits and even added bits for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so lets start with what they left out. First of all Dumbledore's hand was perfectly ok by the looks of it, actually did they even show us the ring? I can't really remember the details of the movie but I don't recall them ever showing us the Gaunt family....a very important aspect of the overall story. That could just be my bad memory though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left out Rufus Scrimgeour so now they'll just be shoving him upon us in the next movie. Also there was no mention of Fudge being sacked....again that could just be my bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Fleur weren't mentioned at all and they're relationship plays a big part in the next movie since it starts at their wedding basically and they end up at their cottage at one point too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupin and Tonks relationship has been pretty much left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have bits they changed. Well everything really but the thing that annoys me most is that they changed Harry and Ginny's kiss to a stupid peck in thr Room of Requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry has been wanting to kiss her for ages at this point and it's supposed to be after they won at quidditch and they get caught up in the moment and it's supposed to be passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT A STUPID PECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's not really mentioned after that, it's just like "oh we kissed....it was nice but instead lets watch Ron and Hermione's relationship which amounts to nothing in this book/movie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They focused too much on a relationship that doesn't go anywhere for another year, I mean yes they needed to show the jealousy and such but they needed to show Harry and Ginny together too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on, they barely touched on the subject of the book; The Half Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't show half of the important memories they should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle at the end was supposed to be epic but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't mention anything about Harry, Hermione and Ron not going back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's enough of that, now for the thing that irritated me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY SET THE BURROW ON FIRE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? This wasn't in the book at all, it served no purpose in furthering the story. They could have used that time to actually follow the story a bit more so people who haven't read the books will be able to understand things a bit more for the next movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the Burrow went on fire and the Weasleys were all sad and such for that one little scene and then BAM! it's the next scene and everything is back to normal, no mention of the Burrow burning or Christmas being ruined just back to Hogwarts with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggg!!!! That scene really pissed me off cause there was just no need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have sufficiently vented my HP anger on you all like some sort of OOTP Harry I shall leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-586252903748125111?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/586252903748125111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=586252903748125111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/586252903748125111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/586252903748125111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3-film-adaptations-that-made-me.html' title='Day 3: Film Adaptations That Made Me Angry'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1463658015556928320</id><published>2010-08-05T14:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:49:51.854+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 2'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Favourite Movie</title><content type='html'>This is a hard one cause I have such problems with the movies and their tendency to leave good bits out. Also I haven't seen most of them in a very long time so I'm just going from some faint memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll have to choose The Goblet of Fire, here are my reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I remember it was accurate enough and anything they did change was done well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has the Quidditch World Cup which is a mega bonus cause Quidditch is AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Tennant is in it for a brief while, I can't not like something the Doctor is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has plenty of magical action because of the Triwizard Tournament, plus you get to meet some new schools. I love the scene when Bauxbatons and Durmstrang enter the Great Hall in all their showiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Triwazard challenges were done quite well and the special effects were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a tiny dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like how they did the ending, they stuck with what  happened in the book as far as I can remember and it was done very well. They actually conveyed the tenseness and severity that should accompany those final scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we got Robert Pattison first which is always a nice argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the fourth movie was a good adaptation. So were the first three I think but the fourth was a more movie translatable story line I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, day 2 down. See you tomorrow, same wizarding time, same wizarding channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1463658015556928320?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1463658015556928320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1463658015556928320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1463658015556928320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1463658015556928320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-favourite-movie.html' title='Day 2: Favourite Movie'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2036395806917467130</id><published>2010-08-04T22:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:50:19.096+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite book'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Favourite Book</title><content type='html'>Choosing a favourite book is difficult because they're all great. I mean it's probably my favourite series of all time and will always be my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling, soz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my favourite book is The Deathly Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love it for loads of reasons. First off it's epic, like epically epic. I actually get goosebumps every time I read it because it's just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that all the little details along the way that you may have missed or passed off as minor play a part in the final story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that the ending isn't as obvious as one may have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that Ron and Hermione finally get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the effect it has on me, like when all the DA and the Order turn up in the end to help and when Percy appears and apologises and the Weasleys are whole again. TINGLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love/hate that she actually kills off some main characters so you get some proper emotions, she doesn't chicken out and just kill off a few minor people. It must have been so hard to do it and for that I applaude J.K. Rowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the final line; &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;"The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.  All was well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much I love about the book, I reread the series every summer and I get so excited when I finally get to the last one. I love the others too, pretty much to the same level, but the last one just does a tiny bit more for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a fun 30 days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2036395806917467130?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2036395806917467130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2036395806917467130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2036395806917467130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2036395806917467130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1-favourite-book.html' title='Day 1: Favourite Book'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6459144273680420580</id><published>2010-08-04T21:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:43:07.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woooooo! You're all in for a treat cause you're about to learn some utterly useless facts about me now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lot of lists of four things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Things found in my bag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ipod Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My DS (Pokemon!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Books (The Earthsea Quartet &amp;amp; The Drunkards Walk: How Randomness Rules Our Lives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;4 Things found in my wallet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;More bus tickets than cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some small change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My  cards (two bank cards included)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lot of Doctor Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;4 Favourite  things in my bedroom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Electric Blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My awesome &lt;a href="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm24/godlyzombie/grover.jpg"&gt;Grover&lt;/a&gt; teddy who I don't have a name for, I know he's Grover but I don't call him that. He is nameless. (used to be my mums, we recycle :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Various boxes of stuff (pictures, bits of string, old shoes) I like to hoard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;4 Things I've always wanted to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet a famous person, well like a famous person I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be uber rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to play an instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;4  Things I'm currently into:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pokemon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctor Who (always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rollerblading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Xbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;4  Things I bet you didn't know about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been the same shoe size since 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won sports day once in primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wear reading glasses, or at least I'm supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have recently established that my favourite animals are ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;4  Songs I can't get out of my head:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commander by Kelly Rowland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleepyhead by Passion Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Remember by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WooHoo by Christina Aguilera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Aren't you glad you read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6459144273680420580?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6459144273680420580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6459144273680420580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6459144273680420580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6459144273680420580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/4-things.html' title='4 Things'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-159474771813736477</id><published>2010-08-04T21:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:33:40.071+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>The Harry Potter Challenge</title><content type='html'>I steal stuff, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take the 30-day Harry Potter challenge because I can think of nothing better than talking about HP for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Your favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Your favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Is there any of the films adaptations that have made you angry  because they’ve ignored important parts of the book.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Least favorite female character and why.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Favorite male character and why.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: What house would you want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Favorite female character and why.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: What do you think would be your favorite lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: Least favorite male character.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Horcruxes or Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: What character would you say you are most like.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: Favorite ship.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: Least favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: Team Voldermort or Team Harry.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15: Who would be your best friends at Hogwarts. (three only)&lt;br /&gt;Day 16: Favorite professor&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: Are you excited about The Deathly Hallows movie or scared it  won’t do the book justice.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: Least favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: Do you prefer the books or films.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: If you had to meet one member of the cast, who would it be.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21: Out of all the characters that died, if you could bring one  back, who would it be.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22: Harry Potter or Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Day 23: Any part of the books/movies that makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24: Any particular scene you wished would have been put in the movie  but it wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: Nineteen years later. Are you happy how it turned out, or do you  wish something was different, ie Neville married Luna.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26: If you could be able to work one spell without a wand what would  it be.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27: Would you rather own The Invisibility Cloak, The Resurrection  Stone or The Elder Wand.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28: Do you listen to Wizard Wrock, what do you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: Did you enjoy A Very Potter Musical.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30: What affect has Harry Potter made on your life and how much does  it mean to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also triple blogging today, BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind was just blown by the fact that I'll be writing three blogs today but pick your brains back up cause it's not as exciting as you may think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery will be solved soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-159474771813736477?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/159474771813736477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=159474771813736477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/159474771813736477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/159474771813736477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-steal-stuff-get-over-it.html' title='The Harry Potter Challenge'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3224875845201472077</id><published>2010-07-17T00:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T01:33:16.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Galeophobia or Selachophobia?</title><content type='html'>Blogging from my bathroom again and I have to say I'm not enjoying it. It's cold and uncomfortable, toilet lids just weren't meant to be sat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sharkireland.com/images/basking_shark_aj_s822.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think I have ever written two blogs in a row, I think it's cause I've written both blogs at night time and that's when I'm at my most thoughtful. In saying that though I actually don't really have much to talk about and why would I really since I have barely gotten off the couch in nearly a week now. I was going to go for a walk today and I actually wish I had but when I looked out the window it was drizzling rain so I put it off for a little while and then forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go for a wlak tomorrow though, weather permitting. Actually do you know what, not weather permitting. I'm going for a walk regardless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I've been down the river and even though I get all freaked out when I wlak there alone I'll go because it's healthy and peaceful and fun. I'll just find a nice walking stick that can double up as a weapon in case I get attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it sound like the river behind my house is a hunting ground for attackers and sexual predators or something like that but it really isn't. I just have a wild imagination and can't help but think of horror movies when I'm in those sorts of situations. It's a horrible habit and I hate it just as much as I hate the actual horror movies themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't mind the movies too much while watching them, I just know that I'll be thinking about them for weeks, every time I turn off the lights at night or when I'm walking in the dark and that is why I avoid watching horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't had a productive week unless you count raising Pokemon as productive. That's all I've done this week. I've watched tv while playing Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually spent a good hour today trying to catch Lugia without using my Master Ball, just restarting form just before I started the battle and constantly throwing Ultra Balls at it but I didn't catch it in the end. I gave up because I already have one and I can try again later in the game so I'll do it then and bring some Pokemon that can put it to sleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendary Pokemon are iritating cause you want to catch them but there are so many of them and you don't want to use your Master Ball straight away because what if you come across an even better legendary later in the game? It's all very frustrating and you have to think about these things. I know what I'm using my Master Ball on already, I'm going to catch myself a Raikou cause I don't have one and I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly but surely building up a complete collection of all the Pokemon there are to date, I use my Pokemon Pearl as a storage game you see cause I already have loads caught in it and don't want to have to start all over again. I spend a lot of time on this as you may have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I didn't think I'd have anything to talk about in this blog and it would just end up as one of my unpublished drafts that consists of a couple of paragraphs but I seem to have rambled for quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have said that though I seem to have run out of things to ramble about....oh wait! I just remembered that I purchased my very first wetsuit today. That makes it sound like everybody purchases multiple wetsuits in their lives but that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm going to West Cork next week with a few friends and it is tradition that we spend ages in the sea surfing and what not, or trying to surf as the case will be (I know the expression is "as the case may be" but may can't be used in this instance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I say this is the tradition as if I've been to West Cork with my friends before but I have not, other friends have gone over the years and this year I get to go so I know what the usual proceedures are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you in the know when it comes to such topics of geography or marine life you will know that Cork is on the west coast of Ireland and therefore is surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean, you may also know that the west coast of Ireland is teaming with marine life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of it's many denizens is the Basking Shark which if I'm correct can by seen on the west coast of Ireland frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST GOOGLED BASKING SHARK TO PUT IN A PICTURE AND I REALLY REGRET IT NOW BECAUSE I ACTUALLY GASPED WHEN I SAW THE PICTURES EVEN THOUGH I KNOW WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I got quite a fright from the pictures which suddenly popped up when I googled them. You may have guessed that I am terrified of sharks, not just sharks though I'm not really fond of any sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after some light research and another terrifying moment during which loud music started playing from a tab I wasn't on I have found that Basking Sharks were only really seen off West Cork a couple of years ago because of the good weather, that hasn't done anything for the fear though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the whole reason for me starting this rant about Basking Sharks is because I'll be swimming in an area of sea where they have been seen before and that terrifies my beyond belief and it's all I will be able to think about while I'm there. I don't care that they don't have teeth they're really scary looking. I actually can't even bring myself to paste in a picture, ok there I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sharkireland.com/images/basking_shark_aj_s822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.sharkireland.com/images/basking_shark_aj_s822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at that thing! I mean it's mouth is like 1 metre wide and yes it doesn't have teeth but it's still horrible. I mean imagine you're just swimming along and suddenly you feel your foot hit something and you turn around to see that your leg is in it's mouth, who wouldn't freak out I ask you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to space down a bit to get the picture off my screen. I'm all jumpy now, my cat just frightened the life out of me. You see where me swimming in the sea becomes a problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do my best though, once I get in there and start having a laugh I think I'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very long blog so I think I'll end my rantings here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Daire/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Daire/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3224875845201472077?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3224875845201472077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3224875845201472077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3224875845201472077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3224875845201472077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/07/galeophobia-or-selachophobia.html' title='Galeophobia or Selachophobia?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8458836223681038317</id><published>2010-07-16T01:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T01:32:33.224+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind boggling'/><title type='text'>Boggling</title><content type='html'>Today I am blogging from an interesting location; my bathroom. It's not how it sounds though, you see my bathroom is closest to the main house and therefore gets the best wifi signal. Now usually it stretches to my sitting room but our internet is being a little temperamental at the moment so I'm forced to sit on my toilet in order to actually use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why I felt the need to tell you that since you wouldn't know the difference if I was sitting somewhere else but I feel it's better to share these little things so you can all know more about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto business, you see I couldn't get to sleep last night because I started to think about loads of mind boggling things and then my brain was too cluttered with thoughts for me to sleep so I'm going to put them all in this blog so that they're out of my mind and I can actually get to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll start from the very thought that I started on last night; What are memories stored as? or even how are they stored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean think about it, information is stored as code in various storage devices in computers and phones etc. but what about memories? Memories are stored in the hippocampus which I think I can point out on a brain but I could be completely wrong, that's beside the point though. The hippocampus is made up of brain tissue which is turn is made up of cells and from my knowledge of cells the only storage system they have is via DNA which I really don't think is a suitable way to store memories. Memories are made up of images and emotions and those sort of things aren't stored in DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually going to google this and see what I find....ok so from what I can gather proper scientists don't really know what memories are encoded into. You see for most of you these questions are things that you don't really have to think about if you don't want to but I do have to think about mind boggling things like this and it just boggles my mind as you may have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other things that boggle my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What was there before the big bang? I mean that had to be something, a whole universe just can't be created from nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)There are a million processes being passively carried out right now in your body and a lot of them are so complex that we as humans have trouble fully understanding them let alone being able to recreate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) How do I know that all this isn't just a figure of my imagination and that when I'm not looking at something it's still there. It's like that whole "if a tree falls in the forest but nobody is around does it make a sound?" scientifically the answer in my mind is yes but philosophically there's isn't an answer cause nobody can ever know. And that's just from my perspective, what if I'm just a figment of your imagination, what if this is just all the mind boggling thoughts you have subconsciously put down in blog form so that you can address them? And thus the circle begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're only three of them and already my head hurts, well not really cause I'm not thinking about them too much right now but I know it would be hurting if I started to think about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note there was, and hopefully will be more, thunder and lightening around my house tonight. I love thunder and lightening immensely, at one point my house actually shook from the thunder. It was amazing! I don't know what it is about it all I just love it, I wish we had more proper weather like this in Ireland. Our weather can only be described as being boring, I want snow in winter and proper storms in autumn and lovely hot weather in summer and fresh beautiful days in spring. I want clearly defined weather not just this boring "temperate" climate that Ireland has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been quite a rant and hopefull has left you all with something to think about, that is if there is even a "you all" to think about anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8458836223681038317?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8458836223681038317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8458836223681038317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8458836223681038317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8458836223681038317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/07/boggling.html' title='Boggling'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6216228084060924896</id><published>2010-06-24T00:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T02:26:41.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neek...Gerd...Gnerd...Ngeek...</title><content type='html'>Ha! I'm taking a Geek/Nerd/Dork test just to see what it says, I know what I am but lets confirm it. Anyway one of the questions goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you rate your romantic success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can either answer 1. average or above average or 2. below average/I'm asexual/not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that they include the asexual option, as you may have guessed I clicked number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if this quiz is one that doesn't know what to do with you if you don't fall into the stereotypes or will it actually properly classify me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 47:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any television shows that are so central to your schedule that  you plan other events, such as meeting with friends, dates, etc.,  around them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they have to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done, apparently I'm a perfect mix of Nerd and Geek which gives me the title of Modern, Cool Nerd. Personally I would have said Modern, Cool Geek, well I wouldn't have said modern or cool but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now for the breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="analysis"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Your Analysis &lt;span&gt;(Vertical line = Average)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;ul class="variables clearfix"&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?chs=170x80&amp;amp;cht=ls&amp;amp;chls=1,1,0%7C1,1,0%7C1,1,0&amp;amp;chco=009cff,0099cf&amp;amp;chm=B,e5f5ff,0,0,0%7CB,caeafe,1,3,0%7Co,009cff,1,52,7,1%7CtYou,009cff,1,52,11,1%7CV,dddddd,0,49,1.0&amp;amp;chg=100,100,1,0&amp;amp;chf=bg,s,f6f6f6%7Cc,s,ffffff&amp;amp;chds=0,46421.5&amp;amp;chd=t:2905.04,2859.54,2793.77,2711.05,2611.20,2491.95,2361.40,2240.26,2165.84,2166.15,2255.45,2467.33,2835.41,3387.15,4120.04,4994.25,5969.92,7014.10,8055.11,9042.13,9924.33,10665.88,11305.61,11883.09,12437.88,13028.89,13673.34,14387.41,15187.33,16051.95,16958.69,17885.80,18811.51,19734.92,20657.13,21576.04,22489.55,23396.30,24293.26,25099.18,25732.82,26111.92,26160.63,26018.40,25824.67,25719.74,26000.34,26735.06,27992.49,29838.04,31906.47,33831.58,35247.18,35708.85,35228.46,34012.00,32265.49,30410.23,28869.47,27860.58,27600.96,28079.84,28898.21,29721.13,30213.63,30039.83,29275.49,27995.73,26275.67,24384.55,22463.46,20655.06,19101.98,17741.03,16510.35,15351.33,14205.37,13077.93,11971.42,10893.55,9852.04,8853.96,7899.84,6995.47,6146.67,5360.77,4634.44,4029.40,3520.07,3094.37,2736.78,2437.38,2192.36%7C2905.04,2859.54,2793.77,2711.05,2611.20,2491.95,2361.40,2240.26,2165.84,2166.15,2255.45,2467.33,2835.41,3387.15,4120.04,4994.25,5969.92,7014.10,8055.11,9042.13,9924.33,10665.88,11305.61,11883.09,12437.88,13028.89,13673.34,14387.41,15187.33,16051.95,16958.69,17885.80,18811.51,19734.92,20657.13,21576.04,22489.55,23396.30,24293.26,25099.18,25732.82,26111.92,26160.63,26018.40,25824.67,25719.74,26000.34,26735.06,27992.49,29838.04,31906.47,33831.58,35247.18,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" /&gt;nerdiness Distribution"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="desc"&gt;You scored 57% on &lt;strong&gt;nerdiness&lt;/strong&gt;,  higher than 50% of your peers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?chs=170x80&amp;amp;cht=ls&amp;amp;chls=1,1,0%7C1,1,0%7C1,1,0&amp;amp;chco=009cff,0099cf&amp;amp;chm=B,e5f5ff,0,0,0%7CB,caeafe,1,3,0%7Co,009cff,1,52,7,1%7CtYou,009cff,1,52,11,1%7CV,dddddd,0,34,1.0&amp;amp;chg=100,100,1,0&amp;amp;chf=bg,s,f6f6f6%7Cc,s,ffffff&amp;amp;chds=0,46421.5&amp;amp;chd=t:4303.07,5005.26,5999.92,7247.69,8757.63,10568.93,12581.08,14752.92,16785.76,18530.87,20013.23,21182.39,21987.88,22463.52,22598.30,22583.05,22608.61,22778.99,23349.07,24357.52,25843.00,27866.63,30085.77,32151.01,33712.96,34346.77,34060.01,33063.35,31567.47,29984.90,28741.73,27994.38,27899.27,28396.60,29020.38,29550.15,29765.45,29439.05,28883.05,28227.89,27604.00,27344.93,27293.15,27352.36,27426.24,27148.85,26517.53,25529.39,24181.55,22716.66,21254.90,19890.19,18716.45,17645.94,16591.40,15543.27,14491.98,13489.21,12639.17,11957.39,11459.39,11160.46,10920.51,10668.18,10332.14,9814.78,9195.84,8509.49,7789.92,7149.00,6561.08,6031.67,5566.29,5081.75,4586.04,4082.41,3574.14,3133.27,2769.49,2488.24,2294.94,2149.45,2021.01,1885.69,1719.57,1529.88,1332.42,1154.06,1001.26,879.59,783.67,710.46,659.82%7C4303.07,5005.26,5999.92,7247.69,8757.63,10568.93,12581.08,14752.92,16785.76,18530.87,20013.23,21182.39,21987.88,22463.52,22598.30,22583.05,22608.61,22778.99,23349.07,24357.52,25843.00,27866.63,30085.77,32151.01,33712.96,34346.77,34060.01,33063.35,31567.47,29984.90,28741.73,27994.38,27899.27,28396.60,29020.38,29550.15,29765.45,29439.05,28883.05,28227.89,27604.00,27344.93,27293.15,27352.36,27426.24,27148.85,26517.53,25529.39,24181.55,22716.66,21254.90,19890.19,18716.45,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" /&gt;geekosity Distribution"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="desc"&gt;You scored 57% on &lt;strong&gt;geekosity&lt;/strong&gt;,  higher than 82% of your peers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?chs=170x80&amp;amp;cht=ls&amp;amp;chls=1,1,0%7C1,1,0%7C1,1,0&amp;amp;chco=009cff,0099cf&amp;amp;chm=B,e5f5ff,0,0,0%7CB,caeafe,1,3,0%7Co,009cff,1,16,7,1%7CtYou,009cff,1,16,11,1%7CV,dddddd,0,30,1.0&amp;amp;chg=100,100,1,0&amp;amp;chf=bg,s,f6f6f6%7Cc,s,ffffff&amp;amp;chds=0,57281.7&amp;amp;chd=t:10178.32,11421.54,12731.04,14018.42,15227.00,16306.78,17361.10,18419.94,19174.55,19668.25,19901.45,20015.92,20153.43,20376.30,20862.01,21804.36,23397.14,25855.60,29112.27,32792.62,36522.16,39868.79,42367.80,43829.18,44062.88,43020.23,41266.65,39334.11,37754.57,37076.32,37298.30,38247.79,39752.08,41331.44,42572.97,43102.03,42543.98,40798.84,38109.94,34862.80,31442.96,28202.52,25417.08,23201.43,21670.35,20766.95,20149.95,19587.03,18845.86,17732.37,16374.15,14888.69,13393.47,12148.17,11194.54,10529.34,10149.33,9890.41,9608.75,9204.18,8576.51,7734.55,6777.07,5801.63,4905.78,4176.93,3615.17,3220.59,2993.27,2888.28,2863.20,2875.60,2883.04,2886.76,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00,2888.00%7C10178.32,11421.54,12731.04,14018.42,15227.00,16306.78,17361.10,18419.94,19174.55,19668.25,19901.45,20015.92,20153.43,20376.30,20862.01,21804.36,23397.14,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1,-1" alt="dork points Distribution" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="desc"&gt;You scored 17% on &lt;strong&gt;dork  points&lt;/strong&gt;, higher than 14% of your peers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you compare me to my "peers" I'm super geeky and significantly nerdy but I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there should be a word to describe this type of balanced nerdiness and geekiness but Gerd and Neek just aren't doing it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a shower now and plan out the rest of this blog and then disregard the plan when I get back and just write about whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't think about the blog at all while in the shower.....well I might have but I can't remember what I thought about in the shower, I was on autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you people should take this &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt; and let me know what you get, I think the site that hosts it is a dating site but you don't have to sign up or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Teleshopping is on! I love teleshopping although I don't think this one has any of those over enthusiastic people talking about the product, just happy people using it.....oh wait!!! they brought on an expert.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I should probably tell you it's a painting product called the Slide n' Glide. This is priceless, it keeps showing people using regular painting tools and having major difficulties, I mean I've painted walls in my days but apparently it's not as easy as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to repeat now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time where I went through a phase of actually just watching the shopping channels, I even knew exactly which products were worth watching and which ones were crap which suggests that I watched certain ones on a regular basis and it suggests right. I have problems....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think it's time to wrap this up, I should probably go to bed as it is 2am and I have a feeling I'm going to be woken up early to go to the recycling centre, you know you would think that having a glass and a dry recyclables bin would mean we wouldn't have to go to the recycle centre but apparently we do.&lt;br /&gt;And in case your wondering we aren't recycling anything special, we're recycling stuff that could go in the recycling bins we have at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Hogwarts for a little while to give me some nice dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night noo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6216228084060924896?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6216228084060924896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6216228084060924896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6216228084060924896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6216228084060924896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/06/neekgerdgnerdngeek.html' title='Neek...Gerd...Gnerd...Ngeek...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8083350093127755342</id><published>2010-06-17T01:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:54:21.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find that on completely mundane days, like days you're not even planning to leave the house, you look really good but on days when you're actually going out somewhere you just seem to look average/crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the other day I shaved perfectly, no irritated skin or tiny cuts that bleed for hours but nobody saw this because I was just at home all day. A couple of days later I'm meeting up with friends and I managed to ravage my face while shaving, my neck was all red and irritated and I was bleeding in a couple of spots.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I know how to remedy these things after years of practice but I would still prefer not to have to remedy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very annoying because all I can think about then is whether my neck is lit up like a christmas tree or whether it's normal looking which just adds to my list of neuroses.&lt;br /&gt;I call it a list of neuroses but in reality most of the stuff I put on said mental list are actually just me being crazy, I do worry about myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everybody have loads of little things that bug them? Like I'm not the cleanest person in the world but if my DVD's aren't in alphabetical order it irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;Or when I'm using my school bag all the books and folders have to go in size order starting with the biggest at the back, I actually used to rearrange my friends bags in school when they weren't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of going on holidays for me is packing my suitcase and the whole airport experience, don't get me wrong I love the actual holiday but those things make it so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love making lists but never actually follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my pens and pencils have to face the same way in my pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm holding change in my hand long enough before giving it to somebody I make sure all the coins are facing the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just loads of little things like that you know? None of my neuroses impact my life in any serious way, they're just certain things that have to be a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop now before I pass on my obsessions to you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/DaireM"&gt;Formspring me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8083350093127755342?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8083350093127755342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8083350093127755342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8083350093127755342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8083350093127755342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/06/night-time-ramblings.html' title='Night Time Ramblings'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6180533277031165200</id><published>2010-06-04T01:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:09:18.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacked!</title><content type='html'>Guess what everybody! My Facebook and Hotmail accounts have been hacked and the passwords for both have been changed and I've tried all the different password reset options and still can't get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically my friend Mark text me saying there was somebody, not me, on my Facebook account saying they were going to delete my account and all this so I got onto the internet straight away and tried logging into Facebook but no luck. Then I tried my Hotmail account so I could just reset my Facebook password but I couldn't get into it either, plus I can't remember my answer for my security question and I think I deleted my alternate email so I can't even get a password reset code sent to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've filled a report with Facebook to say my account has been hacked but the Hotmail help centre is having technical difficulties at the moment so I can't file a report with them. I changed all my important passwords like my paypal and amazon and such to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed right now and I really want to know who hacked my account and how cause my passwords weren't super easy or anything and I have never told anybody them before so I'm really wondering about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this person deletes my Facebook account it's going to be such a bitch setting it back up and getting everything sorted and the same with my email account. I hate having to change email addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going to go see if there's been any progress with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6180533277031165200?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6180533277031165200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6180533277031165200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6180533277031165200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6180533277031165200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/06/hacked.html' title='Hacked!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-187161179714961916</id><published>2010-05-14T15:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:54:57.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical</title><content type='html'>I'm just taking a quick break from studying, it's suddenly taking a lot of effort to write notes. I really wish I had done leaving cert biology because then this would be some muc easier, I would already know about cell organelles so this would just be revision with a little bit more detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whenever I actually think about science and all the stuff that we learn about in our lectures the more amazed I am that people even figured these things out. I mean look at your hand, there are a million cells in there synthesising proteins and converting energy into various protein secretions and there are plenty of cells dividing into new cells to replace the old ones. There are macrophages eating bad bacteria and enzymes catalysing various reactions. It's hard to believe it's all happening in tiny fractions of seconds all over your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do think if I was ever to do drugs I would just freak out because I would just be thinking about all of this and I'd know what my cells are doing with the drug and what the drug is doing to my cells and it would all be too much. I can never do drugs now, not that I wanted to but now the option is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's completely mind boggling I love every second of it, I mean there are some many things going on in our bodies and in the atmosphere around us that are vital for our survival but we don't even notice cause they're on such miniscule levels that we can't see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just vodoo magic really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-187161179714961916?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/187161179714961916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=187161179714961916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/187161179714961916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/187161179714961916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/05/magical.html' title='Magical'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-412733914861529651</id><published>2010-05-02T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:49:31.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The Dinner Parties</title><content type='html'>So as you might have guessed from the presence of this post that  studying isn't going as well as planned. I only studied  twice this  week, Wednesday and Friday, which was much less than I had hoped to do.  On the plus side I did some epic study on Friday so I'm feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; about  my exams this week but it's next weeks exams that I'm worried  about/have done nothing for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that, I have an  interesting question to ask you people. Do you ever find yourself  explaining your actions to yourself? Like I frequently will do something  odd and then proceed to explain why I did it to myself even though I am  me and therefore know why I did something. Does this make sense?&lt;br /&gt;If  there are other people who do this then it's a curious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;physcological&lt;/span&gt;  thing, I mean why do we feel the need to justify our actions to  ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;However if I am the only one then any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;physcology&lt;/span&gt; majors  out there who need a test subject for something I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving  on from whatever odd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;physcological&lt;/span&gt; habits I may have, I have recently  decided that I'm not a teenager in mind, only in body. Now admittedly I  don't want to get old, I enjoy being young and being able to eat  whatever and having a somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; physical stamina you know; youth. But  in many ways I'm looking forward to my 30's; the mundane job, the family  dynamic, you know that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're probably  thinking I'm crazy but it's mainly cause I can't wait to get married and  have kids cause I know that my wife is going to be awesome and my kids  will be amazing. This doesn't mean I want to start early, I don't want  to be married before my late twenties/early thirties but I still can't  wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I can't wait to start having is dinner  parties. I mean the idea of food and alcohol and your friends all around  one table is just amazing! Now I'm not talking boring dinner parties,  I'm talking awesome dinner parties with delicious food and loads of  alcohol and cheesy dinner party games which are only really fun when  drink is involved. It will be great, I mean don't get me wrong going out  as a teenager is fun but I'm just never really bothered and I don't  have the drinking stamina to go out more than once in a week.&lt;br /&gt;I only  found that out recently, while I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Galway&lt;/span&gt; on my class trip we went  out two nights in a row and I just couldn't do it. That may have been  because it was the first time I have ever tried but I can't see that  changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it just occurred to me, why do we have to be  old to have dinner parties? When I move to somewhere closer to my  friends I'm totally going to start having dinner parties, who doesn't  love free food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your mental age? What time of your life  are you looking forward to most and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know even though I  just spent most of this blog talking about how I can't wait to be thirty  I also still love to do everything I used to as a child, like hide and  seek. I love hide and seek! and Pokemon and cartoons and climbing trees.  All the stuff I loved to do as a child I still love to do now. My mind  doesn't work properly does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think it's time for me  to go have a night time snack and watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night  all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-412733914861529651?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/412733914861529651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=412733914861529651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/412733914861529651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/412733914861529651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/05/bring-on-dinner-parties.html' title='Bring On The Dinner Parties'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-120862833006141833</id><published>2010-04-14T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:22:28.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CV or Resume? What's the difference?</title><content type='html'>So unfortunately I don't have time to illustrate this blog so it will just be a regular all writing one. Don't worry though cause I have a great illustrated blog planned involving the fact that my yard is like an obstacle course at the moment and I've fallen over more chairs/random pieces of wood than I would care to share.&lt;br /&gt;So you have something to look forward to, providing the yard is still like that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my CV and I have to say it's quite pretty and I think it puts me in a good enough light to hopefully get a job. Just thought of something else to add in....done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bit I find hardest within a CV is the interests bit because I always feel that my interests don't portray in a good light in the sense that they're all solo activities and don't really teach me anything useful when it comes to working. I did mention my blog in it in the hopes that it might give them the impression that I have a decent level of written english/am creative.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that bit it just to show that you aren't some sort of physco murderer in your spare time, don't ask me how but potential employers can suss out these things from CV's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope nobody actually looks this blog up though come to think of it, I mean it's not like I say anything bad in it but some posts kinda contradict what I've said in my CV. Like motivated; I mean I am now but I wasn't in secondary school so all my blogs from then probably paint me as some lazy teenager. I doubt anybody would actually look this up or find it if they tried, even though my name is in the URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me going on about CV's like some sort of Cv writing consultant person. Let's talk about something more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with people who get sunburnt when it's slightly sunny out? We were all sitting by the lake today during college (prospective employers should know that we had finished all our lectures for the day) and loads of people got burnt on their arms and face whereas I was cold and didn't get any colour. I suppose no colour is better than red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at the TV which is on the music channels in the background and the video that's playing at the moment is more than suggestive, it's just loads of people dry humping in various positions. It's kind of mesmerizing though cause there's loads of colours and stuff in the background drawing your eyes towards the dry humping people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well now it's time to go. It was only a short, and very uninteresting blog, that I wrote just cause I felt like blogging. I'll hopefully get around to writing a longer, paint illustrated one tomorrow. I quite like illustrating with paint, you know what they say; a picture says a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so, time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Night all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;does anybody notice that I sign off each blog with  a "D" but it's in bold and white so yu can't really see it? Just out of interest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-120862833006141833?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/120862833006141833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=120862833006141833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/120862833006141833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/120862833006141833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/04/cv-or-resume-whats-difference.html' title='CV or Resume? What&apos;s the difference?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2242444764671896336</id><published>2010-04-07T23:09:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:12:58.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk, milk everywhere and not a drop to put on my cereal</title><content type='html'>So you should all count yourself lucky that I'm here because I was just a victim of a natural disaster. Everybody is wary of the more well known natural disasters but very few people know the dangers of the little known Rice Crispie avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Rice Crispie avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish it was as innocent as it sounds, I mean most people probably think it's as simple as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S70FLulZy3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qCshfOoQjIk/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S70FLulZy3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qCshfOoQjIk/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457524022484519794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality it's much more devastating, a bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S70HgzuLh-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/A-_DpykUj4k/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S70HgzuLh-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/A-_DpykUj4k/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457526583664019426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you may be wondering how I survived such an ordeal, and I'll tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I had recently watched a documentary called Snap, Crackle, Pop and Die: The Horrible Truth About Rice Crispies, the documentary followed a group of campers who angered the cereal gods with their continental breakfasts. The campers were punished for their blashpeming by the three cereal gods of sound; Snap, Crackle and Pop, who were outraged at the lack of crunching involved in the campers croissants and ham based breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap, Crackle and Pop at there worst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.layercake.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/snap-crackle-pop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.layercake.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/snap-crackle-pop.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three vengful gods rained down their cereal upon the unbelievers, crushing all but one. The last remaining camper was forced to eat his way out of the pile of crispy, rough cereal boulders and thus learnt the pleasures of noisy breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This inspiring story is what saved my life, only somebody with an appetite as endless as mine could consume such massive amounts of crisped rice and consume I did.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth was dry, my gums were cut and bleeding but I stuck it out. I snapped, crackled and popped my way out of the massive mound of crispy boulders to finally feel the sweet, artificial, flourescent tube lighting hit my scratched, raw face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lungs were full of rice crispie dust, not to mention my eyes were crusted shut by an amalgamation of tears and crispie dust. I undoubtedly looked like a surfacing mole but I didn't care, I was free from that rice dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An experience like that really puts life in perspective, it's pushed me to take more from life, live everyday like it's my last. I have made two resolutions to ensure I don't regret anything when I eventually go to the big bowl of milk in the sky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never eat ham for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat more cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel my life will improve tenfold after this experience and by following these resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Daire/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;While I have your attention I feel I should point out some other cereal based natural disasters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn Flake tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;Coco Pop mud slides&lt;br /&gt;Alpen dust storms&lt;br /&gt;Soggy Shreddies floods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worse of all: Sugar Puffs, just terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to enjoy my fleeting life, don't forget: Don't anger the cereal gods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daire out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2242444764671896336?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2242444764671896336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2242444764671896336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2242444764671896336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2242444764671896336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-you-should-all-count-yourself-lucky.html' title='Milk, milk everywhere and not a drop to put on my cereal'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S70FLulZy3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qCshfOoQjIk/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-247028643016351014</id><published>2010-04-04T19:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:41:05.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg-cellent and not so egg-cellent cinematic experiences</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! I told you I would blog tomorrow to let you know how the long weekend went but I want blog now so you'll just get what you're given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday I went to see The Blind Side which I loved! It's such a nice movie, and it's actually quite funny at times. I love Sandra Bullock and she definitely deserved the Oscar for it. I don't know what it was about the movie it was just good, it got you really into the story and was just a general feel good, inspirational movie. It was definitely the highlight of my cinematic weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday contained the low point of my cinematic weekend; I went to see Clash of the Titans. Now I was super excited to see this cause I'm going through a Greek Mythology phase at the moment so I thought it would suit me down to the ground. Unfortunately it didn't, except for the well choreographed fight scenes the movie was boring and rushed and held very little mythology. The name suggests the presence of Titans but there were none. I'm pretty sure some of the references/back story was wrong and when they showed the gods I practically scoffed. They were all shiny and ridiculous looking.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little surprised to see Kaya Scodelario and Nicholas Hoult in it, she had like two very short lines but he had a decent enough part.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you're going to the cinema don't bother with Clash of the Titans but do see The Blind Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to see Kick Ass and it's actually killing me now, I really want to see it!! But there's nobody to go with :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to today, I have only eaten one Easter egg and I'm already sick of them, which is very unusual for me cause I never stop eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Dairy Milk one, and it came with a mug which was more exciting than the actual egg sadly enough. So here's a question for you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What eggs did you guys get? Leave a comment and let me know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I have so to do! I was just working through my mental to do list and realised there's so much to do in very little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to redo my CV, I have two college assignments to do (one of which is a powerpoint presentation), I desperately need to start studying, I need to clean my house and go shopping, I also need to find time to see Kick Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the big one; find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish somebody would just buy me a house close to college and town, give me a 4.2 GPA and clean my current house so I pack my stuff to move into the new house (see I hate cleaning but love packing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life was that easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I'll go and do my CV now while I'm thinking of it. At least that will be one thing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-247028643016351014?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/247028643016351014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=247028643016351014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/247028643016351014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/247028643016351014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/04/egg-cellent-and-not-so-egg-cellent.html' title='Egg-cellent and not so egg-cellent cinematic experiences'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2369030885549487584</id><published>2010-04-01T19:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:36:20.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Food Babies!!</title><content type='html'>Blog time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's long weekend time, four days off. Yay! And chocolate is to be had on Sunday which makes it even better. And I'm going to the cinema tomorrow to hopefully see Kick Ass, and then again on Saturday to hopefully see Clash of the Titans :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is looking to be great. I'll check back in with you on Monday and let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, i.e. yesterday, I was thinking how the little things really make your day, or at least mine. Like for instance; I have this amazing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lime&lt;/span&gt; shower gel which I'm completely in love with and use way too much of just so I'm overpowered by the smell of limes and it's make me so happy cause when I get out of the shower not only am I feeling all squeky clean but I smell like limes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, in case you didn't know, I love the smell of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S7TrpWSuW6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zqQoe0_XdMs/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S7TrpWSuW6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zqQoe0_XdMs/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455244144243792802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I drew you all a picture of me loving a giant lime. By the way Paint has really upped it's game lately and the little flashing bar that shows where I'm writing isn't there so I don't know where I'm going to start typing when I click somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like drawing pictures with the new Paint, so I'll draw you some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S7Twnzzen2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/a5Nlt3Ah3Ak/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S7Twnzzen2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/a5Nlt3Ah3Ak/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249615364202338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ate like 4 chocolate eclairs the other day, they were amazing! I love having fat days :)&lt;br /&gt;Anything thats made with choux pastry, cream and chocolate and I'm there. Actually any one of those ingredients work for me.&lt;br /&gt;Omg I so hungry now, I'm having broccoli and cheese escalopes for dinner which I think I shall put in the oven now. Melted cheese, broccoli and fake chicken should be epic but we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking waffles and beans will make friends with my escalopes. They'll have a little menage au trois on my plate and I'll walk in and be like " Oh! I'll just go.........NOM NOM NOM NOM" and they would be all like " *silence* " cause they're food so they don't talk, just have threesomes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind goes to odd places when I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go make my dinner now and make sure nothing is touching on the plate cause we don't want monster waffle/escalope hybrid food babies that go on a rampage through towns and taking their revenge on humans by eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh now but that's how the world's going to end, food baby hybrids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2369030885549487584?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2369030885549487584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2369030885549487584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2369030885549487584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2369030885549487584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/04/monster-food-babies.html' title='Monster Food Babies!!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S7TrpWSuW6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zqQoe0_XdMs/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5274070348485987954</id><published>2010-03-24T21:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:54:38.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Another hidden link?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged considering the more frequent blogging resolution but don't fret I have actually been writing down a few things, topics and such, to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I just saw an ad for Saw: The Live Action Horror Maze, who on earth would put themselves through that? I mean I'd probably piss myself if I went into a maze that was based on the Saw movies, imagine stumbling around in the dark in a weird dungeon thing full of like body parts and horrible things. Just why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so last week I was kinda sick, nothing serious just a general bleh-ness, but I did have such a problem getting to sleep at night. I just couldn't get comfortable at all and throw in the coughing every few minutes it was just hell. One night I was actually still trying to get to sleep at 7am, it was bright outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did realise though that I'm very much a night person, I mean don't get me wrong I love sleeping but, I get really productive at night but I never have the energy plus I usually need to get up early. It's kinda annoying when you need to do something like do the dishes or laundry but you 're never bothered until suddenly you get this rush of motivation at like 1am. Why can't I get said sudden rush of motivation during a decent time when I could put it to good use. If only my brain worked normally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I recently invested in a bus ticket, I know the excitement is almost unbearable but please contain yourselves. As for my investment it's probably the best things I've bought in a while. It's so nice not to have to worry about change for the bus or have to fork out loads of bus fare when I need to get a few buses around, like when I have a midterm exam in Blackrock I have to get an extra two buses that day. As exciting as all this is I think it's time for a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEGWAY! &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth transitions are clearly my forté. So what's everybody reading at the moment? I just finished reading the Percy Jackson series which was awesome, I mean it's a kids book so it's a bit childish but it's nice to have something that's so easy to read. Plus I love Greek mythology so I find them really interesting. I'm now reading the Iliad which so far I'm quite enjoying, although the bit I'm at the moment is basically just a roster of all the different tribes that were in the Greek army during the Trojan war which is very boring and long. Basically it's just a list of names and places the named people came from. Other than that it's interesting and enjoyable read so far, the Odyssey is next on my reading list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall reiterate my question; What is everybody reading at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll put a link in this blog, a hidden one that is. I think you guys like that, well when you find it you do cause you get a sense of achievement. Ok I just put it in, it's a lot bigger than usual cause some  people *ahem* Kate *ahem* have trouble, it's still invisible though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, well that's me for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all soon hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5274070348485987954?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5274070348485987954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5274070348485987954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5274070348485987954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5274070348485987954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-hidden-link.html' title='Another hidden link?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-4135179231448545651</id><published>2010-03-11T22:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:24:03.652Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>I'm A Big Blog Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Listening to: My Boy Builds Coffins (album version), Florence and the Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday to my blog!! The big 2, 2 years old. It's getting so big, I remember when it was this big Oh the memories. Remember my song of the week, or was it artist of the week? I'm not sure. Remember the game where I hid a link somewhere in each blog? Well I think &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://blog.ning.com/files/Happy%202nd%20Birthday%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll do that in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear that? There's a hidden link somewhere in this blog!&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://blog.ning.com/files/Happy%202nd%20Birthday%21.jpg"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so if you do find it I'm sorry, I know it's not very exciting but half the fun should be in finding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have nothing exciting planned for this blog, actually I should be doing a college assignment instead of writing this and watching Skins.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's not really an important assignment unless you do it at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now I'm taking indirect mutlitasking to a whole new level; listening to music, watching tv and writing a blog/browsing facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I used to put in what I was listening to didn't I? Well I'll do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping yesterday, as in food shopping, and I didn't buy anything nice except for some biscuits which I've already eaten and now I want something nice. I suppose it's better that I didn't buy anything nice cause I eat too much crap as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah Skins just got very dramatic in a not trying too hard way! I'm kinda impressed. At the same time though WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee time! I missed it earlier this week so now it's time to watch it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: What's a Ballad?&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleader who's name I don't know (Just found out it's Britney): It's a male duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well now I have to go do this assignment before I put it off again, it's due tomorrow and I won't have much time to do it tomorrow. It's midterm, I shouldn't have to do assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this birthday blog was pretty uneventful and normal but you will read it, and you will enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-4135179231448545651?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/4135179231448545651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=4135179231448545651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4135179231448545651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4135179231448545651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-big-blog-now.html' title='I&apos;m A Big Blog Now...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5814612287236226945</id><published>2010-03-09T00:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:27:31.155Z</updated><title type='text'>A Very Important Date</title><content type='html'>I am now proudly operating Windows 7. It tooks ages to install, about 6 hours total, but it's completely worth it. It so pretty and doesn't crash like stupid Vista.&lt;br /&gt;You know the ads for it? You the one about it's Snap feature? Well Snap is amazing! Two things at one time without having to resize or anything. You're probably thinking "What would I even do with that feature?" but believe me you find uses. For instance I'm watching YouTube videos while writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the real reason I'm blogging is because it's my blogs birthday on Thursday and I'm trying to think of something special to do in honour of it's second birthday. So I'm asking you, the readers for inspiration; should I do something special and if so what? or should I just write a nice normal blog about stuff I'll think of on Thursday? Leave some comments if you have any ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that I don't have much to say, I'll just blab on for a little bit I suppose. I really want to play a N64 again, I just want the retro feel you get from the classic games but I'll just have resign myself to the fact that it won't happen cause I don't have an N64 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually tired, I only got up at like 2pm today (midterm) and I haven't done anything all day. I was supposed to clean my house but I basically just wandered around it for a fe hours picking up bits and pieces as I went. It still looks like a bomb site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to bed now, I'm not in the right mind set for blogging. I'm going to read my new books which arrived in the post today, which was very exciting even though I knew what was in the package. Although in saying that I am expecting another parcel from Amazon soon so it actually could have been either one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Nighty night peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Did anybody notice my Alice in Wonderland themed title? I haven't seen the movie yet but I hopefully will be soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5814612287236226945?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5814612287236226945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5814612287236226945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5814612287236226945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5814612287236226945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-important-date.html' title='A Very Important Date'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6045358861351762104</id><published>2010-02-24T21:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:03:44.304Z</updated><title type='text'>Blog Titles Are Hard To Think Of</title><content type='html'>Eurgh I need to pee, be right back. So you're probably wondering why I even told you that cause it's not like you would notice if I wasn't here for every word, I could be typing each of these words on completely different days for all you know. I'm not though cause that would be a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was an interesting start to a blog. Why is Ryan Reynolds' beard a different colour to his hair in Blade:Trinity? It's darker than his actual hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Daire keep on one train of thought, I know it's difficult but it makes for slightly easier reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are we all? Doing good I hope. So I had a busy weekend, loads of stuff going on. There was the Science Day Foam party on Thursday night, not to mention actual Science Day on Thursday, which was really good but the foam stung my face and was very unpleasant to breathe in. Oh and the dance floor was far too packed but we managed and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night I went to see Dara O'Briain in Vicar St., he was so good but I'm really sad that I missed out on a serious bonding session. You see if I was sitting in the front row he would have talked to me and well my name is Daire too, I'm studying science in UCD which is what he did and I'm from Enniskerry which is like just down the road from Bray which is his hometown. Oh the bonds we could have formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of that, back to my busy weekend. So I was out with my Dad on Saturday then, nothing exciting just a normal day out. Then on Sunday I went to my friend Hannah's house cause it was her birthday, we had loads of sweets and cake and just general hanging out. It was really nice just to chill after a busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note; Do you know what's awesome? Getting post, especially packages. I love it, it really just makes online purchases so much better. When I'm expecting post it actually disappoints me when I get home and there's no post for me, it's such a heartbreaking experience. Anybody else love getting post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the winter olympics lately and I have to say I really don't get curling, I mean where does these sports even originate? Some of them are so random, curling, skeleton bobsled, normal bobsled. I haven't really watched anything else odd, I mean I've watched the skiing and such but nothing else that I've just gone " What are earth were the people who invented this thinking of/on at the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough of my ranting for the moment, I have to say I am enjoying more frequent blogging, it's lets me write down my random thoughts and such. Free my mind up for my impending midterm exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If you actually post blogs on Blogger don'tyou just hate when you have a great picture for your header and then it doesn't fit properly and just looks terrible?! Cause I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Just ruined my header :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6045358861351762104?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6045358861351762104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6045358861351762104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6045358861351762104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6045358861351762104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-titles-are-hard-to-think-of.html' title='Blog Titles Are Hard To Think Of'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3881643474992103080</id><published>2010-02-14T22:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:22:11.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Rawr!</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Recess, remember Recess? What an awesome show although watching it again I have noticed, OMG THERE'S A GINGER KID WITH A UNIBROW, HOW UNFORTUNATE!, anyway some of the kids are oddly disfigured. I mean look at Gretchen, her head is longer than her body. And of course there's the ginger kid previously mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the tom-boy one who's name I can't remember wears a dress, which in my opinion isn't very toy-boyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I haven't watched this programme in years, I loved it when I was younger and I have to say I'm quite enjoying it now. I've seen this episode though. Eurgh Gretchen has no chin, some of these children will have a hard life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this more frequent blogging has reached it's all time high with these two daily consecutive blogs. It won't get much better than this especially since I'm having trouble thinking of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God Gretchen just made a solar generator for the science fair, how did we ever believe this programme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's far too hot in this room, far too hot. Why on earth is the heating on and the fire lit? Are my parents crazy!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get out of this room before I melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3881643474992103080?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3881643474992103080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3881643474992103080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3881643474992103080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3881643474992103080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/02/rawr.html' title='Rawr!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-965721462904620232</id><published>2010-02-14T01:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:49:40.011Z</updated><title type='text'>A Collection of Random Statements</title><content type='html'>I have the internet in my house now :) We got a new wireless modem installed in the main house and it reaches all the way up to mine house. It's great! I missed the internet so much recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start to get back into the flow of things eventually, find all the blogs I used to follow, the sites I had in my favourites etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I thought since I now have the internet I should probably post blogs more recently. Ok is anybody a bit disturbed by the Mellow Birds coffee ad? You know the one with the guys asking the girls to come into their houses but in weird ways and then eventually they ask them normally and at the end it's just a bed frame hitting the wall really slowly. Has anybody seen that ad? If you haven't you should just know that a headboard hitting a wall over and over again reàlly slowly is kinda unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently got a new debit card and it is definitely being put to good, possibly excessive, use. I've bought boxsets, tshirts, lighters, torches, chargers, Ipod cases and a sports bag. When I list it out I feel really bad but I just don't have any self control when it comes to money, at least it's a debit card and not a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my spending habits, how are you people? I noticed I have a new follower so welcome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Titus Jones remix with Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar in it, AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are on the topic of music does everybody agree that Tap Tap Revenge 3 is awesome! I'm completely obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is just a load of random statements but that's what makes an interesting read, spontaneity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira is an amazing dancer, I'm watching the video for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/shakira?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4#p/a/f/1/gFWoGUp1AjI"&gt;Did It Again&lt;/a&gt; and she can move. Like a fox! (sorry private joke that I wasn't even present for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having the internet again! It means I don't have to stockpile songs I want to download and spend ages doing it on the one day I get to use the internet. I can spread it all out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love 80's music, it's so feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has indeed been a collection of random statements and I shall leave you now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-965721462904620232?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/965721462904620232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=965721462904620232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/965721462904620232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/965721462904620232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/02/collection-of-random-statements.html' title='A Collection of Random Statements'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-155904892004411057</id><published>2010-01-19T15:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:23:42.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Why does the IT building have odd penis shaped paintings?</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the IT building completely bored out of my mind, well now I'm not cause I'm watching the YouTubes but I was. Right now I'm watching K80Blog and loving it, I've missed YouTube and watching videos and such. So I'm back in college and it's great to see everybody and have something to do during the day but some of my lectures/modules are looking to be really horrible. Oddly enough the ones that should be the more boring ones are actually coming across as being quite interesting, I mean who ever thought that Plants, Fungi and Enviromental Science could be interesting? Or Calculus and Statistics? Or Organic Chemistry? Anyway other than that everything else is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a blog earlier in the week all about the holidays and such but then my internet went and I couldn't publish, I do however have it saved but I'm not bothered copy and paste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm watching Lalalaleela, oh the memories! You know it depresses me that I no longer have a list of loads of sites that I used to go on. I mean I used to read like 20 blogs on a regular basis but I can't remember what half them are so I no longer can read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should probably know that the IT building in UCD has these pictures on the walls and two of them look like penis' and the other two look like bikini's, I feel a bit perverted whenever I look at them. There's a guy in here who has been sacnning multiple documents for about an hour now, what a trek. Who bothers to scan things these days?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch Supernatural but everytime I go onto Megavideo it suddenly tells me that I've already watched 67 minutes, which I haven't!, and won't let me watch things. Also Facebook has gone all wierd and won't let me do anything either, stupid internet. I have to wait another 40 minutes before my bus is due and I'm really bored and my neck is getting sore from the position it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll wander over to the science buildings and get my jacket form my locker and maybe go to the shop and get something nice for me to snack on while I'm waiting for the bus. I'll tweet what I buy just cause this blog has suddenly turned into a narrative of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-155904892004411057?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/155904892004411057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=155904892004411057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/155904892004411057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/155904892004411057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-does-it-building-have-odd-penis.html' title='Why does the IT building have odd penis shaped paintings?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8196735697627372419</id><published>2009-12-07T13:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:38:18.882Z</updated><title type='text'>There's a person wearing a graduation gown outside</title><content type='html'>Look I'm blogging from college! Which is probably why I'm going to fail my exams tomorrow but ah well. I really don't have anything to say but I'm bored and should be studying physics but it's just so hard to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's annoying right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWWWW! Sorry time out I think I just broke my foot, I accidentally kicked the stool I'm sitting on. Don't ask me how just accept that I'm in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to what's annoying me; I'm getting really annoyed with people who keep giving out about christmas starting so early. I actually think it has started later than usual this year but I don't really care cause it's christmas and people need to get organised early. I think all the people who give out about don't have kids, or families so they don't understand that you need to be organised well in advance otherwise disasters occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also people should note that christmas is a commercial holiday so of course it's going to start early. The earlier the ads are on tv the sooner companies can start making big profits from christmas sales. Why don't people just accept that christmas is going to start early every year and just get over it. I swear if I hear another person give out about christmas starting too early I'll just repeat this whole rant to them and then maybe they'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now, but nobody is around to eat with me and I don't want to go and eat by myself. I don't even know what I want to eat, I'm just hungry. Maybe I'll just go the vending machine and eat some junk to keep me going. The vending machines are far away though and I'd have to pack up my laptop and stuff. Effort and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I seriously have to do some studying now, no more twitter or blogging or youtube or facebook. Just physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8196735697627372419?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8196735697627372419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8196735697627372419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8196735697627372419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8196735697627372419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-person-wearing-graduation-gown.html' title='There&apos;s a person wearing a graduation gown outside'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6641481473858346594</id><published>2009-12-03T18:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:25:02.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Woah</title><content type='html'>I just noticed this is my 100th post, how exciting! It's not really but you know these things have to be spoken up or they're nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So I am half way through my first year of college now, how crazy is that? I'll teel you how crazy it is; it's craaazzzyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently on my unofficial Christmas holidays, which means I'm on my revision week and have exams next week and the week after but it's kinda like I'm on my holidays cause I don't have to go into college or get up early or anything like that until the 18th of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! My sister is watching Transformers 2 and the guy who plays the Oompa Loompa in the most recent Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is in it. That seems to amuse me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what my favourite old time saying is? Tickety Boo, I just love it. If you don't know what it means I'm not telling you cause you should.&lt;br /&gt;Another great expression is pulling/throwing shapes, what amazing slang for dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah if I combine the two I can make an epic, uber retro chat up line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those shapes you're throwing/pulling are tickety boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I know you want me right now. I want me right now but unfortunately you can't have me cause I have standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Cyber burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody else loving how disjointed this whole blog is? Cause I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who is on tonight although I think I have seen tonights episode a few times before, I hadn't seen last nights episode before and it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found the most amazing music from Doctor Who, it's like the best track I've ever heard although it's from a really sad episode so whenever I listen to it it saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my internet got plugged out while I was still using it and now it's all wierd so i shall leave you here for now. I didn't even get to say what I wanted to but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourselves tickety boo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6641481473858346594?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6641481473858346594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6641481473858346594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6641481473858346594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6641481473858346594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah.html' title='Woah'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1416664755013846616</id><published>2009-10-19T09:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:50:19.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Bunch of Stuff</title><content type='html'>My Internet situation has become so dire that I am forced to upload pictures from college, yes I actually brought them in on a memory stick. Ok epic fail, for some reason facebook won't let me use the fast uploader and I'm really not patient enough to upload like 200 photos five at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have more time to devote to you! Half an hour to be precise, I have a biochemistry lecture at 10. So how are you? I spend all this time talking about me but I never ask how you are................. no reply eh? Well in that case I'll just talk about myself a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have recently started watching a programme called Dollhouse, which Kate kindly suggested to me, and It is AWEsome. So AWEsome in fact that only the AWE part is in capitals to show just how great it is because having the whole word in capitals would suggest a normal level of awesomeness. At least in my mind it does. Anyway the show is about programmable people so to speak but I'm not going to get into the logistics of things. It can be amazingly jaw dropping, tense, exciting and hilarious at times. Actually it's at least one of those adjectives at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite quotes from it is; "You haven't seen my drawer of inappropriate starches yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the theme song is so good, I constantly have it stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh yes! I got a new computer game. Not just any computer game, in this computer game you can shapeshift and you can turn your arm into a giant bladed whip and cut loads of people in half. It's called Prototype and is just as AWEsome as Dollhouse. It's both violent and fun. My favourite thing to do is to run around New York city jumping from building to building and abducting people. This sounds so twisted and wrong but it's so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're worried though I do know the difference between it and real life, I mean I don't even live in New York and the buildings in Dublin are nowhere near big enough to have proper fun running along. Plus my shapeshifting abilites are nowhere near as good as Alex Mercers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I dress up as for Halloween? I don't know what to go as, I mean there are plenty of options floating around but I just can't pick one! It has to be equal parts original and great while not being overly complicated or hard to maneuver in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh No! I should probably start making my way over to my lecture, in saying that I am only in the building next to this one so I don't have far to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's very popular at the moment? Farmville. I love hearing people talking about how they have to get to a computer soon or their pumpkins will die etc. etc. It makes for some very entertaining conversations about various growing abilities, although I have to say if one more person asks me to adopt their ugly duckling, or their pink cow I will be blocking all future correspondence with that person via facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I should go now, don't want to be late and have to walk into a lecture midway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my loyal followers, until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1416664755013846616?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1416664755013846616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1416664755013846616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1416664755013846616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1416664755013846616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-bunch-of-stuff.html' title='Just a Bunch of Stuff'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-9219209050184351988</id><published>2009-10-02T09:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:34:14.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Wow it's my first post from college! So right now I'm sitting in the Daedalus building, or the Deadly building if you want, with about 6 other people and I decided since it's so empty in here that I'm allowed to go on personal websites etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daedalus building is the IT building just in case you didn't pick up on that. There is a small IT room beside my locker but it's always full. Anyway you don't care if it's always full cause nobody cares about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so college is great, I'm really enjoying everything about it. My course is awesome, I get to dissect a locust today for example, and yesterday I learnt about what different types of fat do to your body. Did you know that olive oil is really quite healthy, I mean it lowers your bad cholesterol and highers you good. Amazing! But hydrogenated vegetable oils do the opposite so stay away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lectures like my Animal Diversity ones make you fall in love with snails and make you terrified of centipedes. Did you know that some centipedes can bite you and inject a poison that would require hospital attention, cause I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favourite thing about college is just general college life. Like when you have a three hour break and you spend it lying on the grass in the sun eating donuts and then when it gets to the time you should be going to a lecture you decide to skip it, which means you could have gone home hours ago but meh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Or having a race to the student centre for no apparent reason, and then nearly dying when you get there because your legs weren't ready for the sprint and your muscles have pulled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Or making the same joke about our friend who sits downstairs in the science hub like 24/7 and basically told us we weren't allowed sit beside her once because other people sit there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I don't like the fact that college eats your money though. If you come into college with €20 don't expect to leave with it all, expect to leave with about €5 and nothing to show for your spent money. Oh and the lecture theatre benches are so uncomfortable but other than that everything is great :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I think I've bored you long enough now with my incessant ramblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Byes for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-9219209050184351988?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/9219209050184351988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=9219209050184351988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/9219209050184351988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/9219209050184351988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-its-my-first-post-from-college-so.html' title='College'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-396199352916599215</id><published>2009-08-30T16:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:43:08.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugh The Xtra Factor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here we go again. I had a great blog planned yesterday and had fully intended to type it out but then I got distracted and obviously didn't. And now I have nothing to write about cause I can't remember what I wanted to say. I know it had something to do with the fact that hangovers aren't nice, even without the headache, and I never want to drink again but somewhat more eloquent than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I'm starting college on Wednesday! Well I have orientation on wednesday but same thing. It's going to be awesome. I chose my modules the other day, which is terribly annoying and confusing, but in the end I managed. My timetable is amazing, the earliest I'm in is ten and I finish at one most days. And on Fridays I only have one lecture which is at one o'clock. Anyway I'm not going to bore you with my college timetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eugh I'm getting a strong smell of smoke, inveribly off my dad, which is making me feel a bit ill. Yay my sister just turned on Wizards of Waverly Place! Aww she just changed to Nick, oh wait now she's changed again to The Xtra Factor. Oh lord I'm going to have to type really fast now so I can get away from here. Kate when you read this you should know that I went onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://textsfromlastnight.com/"&gt;textsfromlastnight.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and nearly wet myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My mom bought this catering size bar of cooking choclate last week and my god is it huge. It is actually and awe inspiring amount of chocolate. I made some cornflake buns from it the other day and I've been pigging out on them since :) I didn't put enough cornflakes in so they're really chocolatey. I wonder whats on tv tonight? I should probably go check instead of asking you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well I think I've nothing for long enough now. Off I go with my laptop to put the music I just downloaded onto my I-pod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Byes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-396199352916599215?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/396199352916599215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=396199352916599215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/396199352916599215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/396199352916599215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/08/eugh-xtra-factor.html' title='Eugh The Xtra Factor!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-4072704456942452616</id><published>2009-08-15T00:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:26:32.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I really think I could talk for Ireland sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here I am, sitting in the sitting room, watching French and Saunders while my Dad lays on the couch. He is no doubt waiting for me to get off the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and leave him to play his poker and such. I have no plans of leaving just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I got my Leaving Results yesterday. Not bad, 390, it's more than enough for what I want to do and I can't wait until Monday to find out if I got into college. I'm going to be so happy if I do get in :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was reading the UCD prospectus and it was describing the scarfing ceremony and I felt all excited, it sounds so awesome. I can hear you all groaning by the way, don't you groan at me! Just cause loads of you guys are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's funny how I'm writing this and I know exactly who will be reading it. I can actually address you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So for those of you who were at the Results party at mine the other night you will be happy to know I still haven't cleaned up properly :) I'm living in squalor because of you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and partly because of my laziness. The house stinks of alcohol and my fridge smells of wine. It's a touch unpleasant but I'm surviving. I have to say that pizza we had was amazing, so was the garlic bread especially the next day when we put cheese on it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think I have ever been as drunk as I was on Wednesday night, I mean I was numb! I did two shots of JD without batting an eyelid, usually shots give me shivers afterwards and I have to repress my gag reflex to a certain degree but not then. It was fun though, like really fun. We sang the teletubby song and everything, and no hangover :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh I do go on don't I! I really should shut up now. You don't need to know half of this. At least I'm blogging again though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Off to bed now, pip pip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;R.I.P. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry I just felt really nerdy for a second. I'm on the J.K. Rowling website and everything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-4072704456942452616?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/4072704456942452616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=4072704456942452616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4072704456942452616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4072704456942452616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-think-i-could-talk-for-ireland.html' title='I really think I could talk for Ireland sometimes'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3490528671284697010</id><published>2009-08-04T12:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:35:08.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hello there. It seems I have not posted a blog in quite a while. I suppose I could blame it on being away but I haven't been away for the full time since my last post. Wow I just checked when I last posted and it was AGES ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway I'm here now and completely out of practice but I'll do my best. So I suppose I'll explain my absences. Firstly I went to Corsica which was amazing, see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://omgcheckoutkatesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-no-my-sandwich-fell-apart.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; post for more details since I'm not bothered to describe it all when it as already been done by somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Secondly I went to the Aran islands, last week actually, it was really nice there. We went walking and cycling loads. There isn't much else to do there but I like walking and cycling so I was happy. I have loads of pictures from both trips but stupid Facebook uploader isn't working properly so I have to use the stupid simple uploader which takes so long. I have only got 20 of the 137 or so pictures I want to put up, it's going to take a while to upload and caption them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Omg I can't believe I used to spend like all day on the internet, I've only been on for an hour or so now and I'm sick of it. There's just so much to catch up on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ok I have to stop now, I really don't have the energy, or privacy, to do everything I want to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Byes for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3490528671284697010?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3490528671284697010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3490528671284697010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3490528671284697010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3490528671284697010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3010141951681204421</id><published>2009-06-25T14:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:22:30.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh</title><content type='html'>So much to catch up on but so little time. Ok that is a lie since I'm on my holidays now, it's more like I'm not bothered. See I got my fast internet back but it's in my parents sitting room which means there are usually people, my parents to be exact, in there too and I don't like doing stuff when they're there. I always feel like they're looking over my shoulder at what I'm doing. Quite the annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh I don't want to write anything else.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3010141951681204421?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3010141951681204421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3010141951681204421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3010141951681204421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3010141951681204421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh.html' title='Eh'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1173597379974158212</id><published>2009-06-09T15:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:34:26.490+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disconnected'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picnic'/><title type='text'>I Feel So Disconnected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The internet broke at my house so I don't have access to it....obviously. I mean I didn't really use it much anyway but it was always nice to have the option. I at my old house now using the computer while other people pack things up and such. The ice cream man came a few minutes and now all I can hear is the tinkling of the music in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So how is everybody doing? I noticed I had a new follower, didn't check who yet but, welcome! Wow I haven't talked to anybody in ages! When I say anybody I mean people I would usually see every couple of weeks but haven't seen in....two weeks, ok so it just seems like a lot longer. Leaving Cert. is going ok so far for those of you who are wondering. Only three exams left at this point :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do you know what I miss most living in my granny's?   My cats! I haven't seen them in ages! It's ok though because we're moving one over today, she isn't going to like it very much since she's a very outdoors cat but meh. For those of who are wondering why I can't let my cat out here's the answer; cat's need to be "homed" when you move them which means you can't let them outside for a couple of weeks so they get used to the house etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I can't wait for my exams to be over, mainly it's because on the Saturday after the leaving cert is completely finished it's time for the annual picnic! The annual picnic, which I have only been to once, is so amazing that it only took one experience of it to make me uber excited for this years. Food, friends an an awesome playground, what more could anybody ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This has been quite the little catch up hasn't it? Well it hasn't really since I haven't told what's been going on but I feel much better now that I have expressed my thoughts to the world. I also caught up on some of the blogs I usually read but since they are mostly other LC students there wasn't much there. I still have a lot of blogs to read but they can wait until my internet gets fixed and I get my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well I think his will keep people ticking over until things can be restored to normality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Byes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1173597379974158212?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1173597379974158212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1173597379974158212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1173597379974158212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1173597379974158212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-disconnected.html' title='I Feel So Disconnected...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2688589164355482945</id><published>2009-05-19T13:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:36:50.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I have writers block, which make it sound like I'm a professional writer but obviously I'm not. Anyway I just don't know what to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I suppose I could talk about how I'm finished school for good now. I finished yesterday at about 11 and my graduation is tonight. I'm finished my secondary school education essentially. Obviously I will be going in to school over the next couple of weeks to study and for some block classes but that's all by choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I could tell you all how I'm very worried that I'm not worried about the leaving cert, which is in two weeks and I'm in no way ready for. I'm just waiting for it to hit me but unfortunately it's taking it's time. I'm hoping to get a good bit done though over the next couple of weeks so I can be somewhat confident when the exams start. My exam timetable is very good though so I won't be under too much pressure. I only have two days with more than one exam on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I suppose I could tell you all about my very emo moment during the week when I went out and lay on the very wet trampoline and stared at the cloudy/occasionally starry sky while listening to soothing music. Other the wet part it was quite relaxing and nice. I think when the weather clears up and we start having properly starry nights I'll do it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I got very freaked out during the week when there was something climbing up the side of my house while I was trying to get to sleep. I think it was a cat, it kept walking along the roof of my bedroom. Very freaky. At first I thought it was outside my bedroom door but it was actually over my bedroom door. Other than that I haven't freaked myself out, which is surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well it looks like I have successfully written a blog, maybe not a great one but I think it will suffice since I haven't seen anybody in ages so you will all be glad of some contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That's all for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. For some unknown reason the font won't change to the one I want. Ah well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2688589164355482945?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2688589164355482945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2688589164355482945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2688589164355482945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2688589164355482945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-writers-block-which-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8550095577949504806</id><published>2009-05-13T15:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:34:12.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Transit</title><content type='html'>Hello people. I know, I know it's been far too long but I have been in transit. I have successfully moved all my belongings into my new house and I have been living on my own without incident for over a week now. Well that's a bit of a lie since my first attempt at washing my own clothes led to the creation of a new coloured t-shirt. A t-shirt which was once orange is now a browny orange, oh and one of my school jumpers is like twice it's original size. Anyway other than that it has been incident free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all week I have been planning for this blog but now that I'm writing it I can't think of what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become such a tv person since I now have about 10 extra channel and no easy access to the internet. I watch such shite during the day but I somehow enjoy it. Oh my God what did I want to say!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah poo! I should have written stuff down. Meh I'll just keep on writing about nothing in particular and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I don't even have anything more to say. I suppose I'll be off now. This keyboard has slightly bigger keys so my typing is off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8550095577949504806?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8550095577949504806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8550095577949504806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8550095577949504806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8550095577949504806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-transit.html' title='In Transit'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3264694971611872980</id><published>2009-04-30T20:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:08:09.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary level'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>Hello all, sorry for the lack of blogs lately. I have been so tired lately and I'm getting behind on my study =(&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this all to be over, I can't wait for the feeling I'll get when my last exam ends. It will be epic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I have news for you, I'm moving out this weekend. I'm only really moving over to my granny's house, well the flat up the garden but it will be my own space. I can't wait really, the prospect of having more than a box room to myself is thrilling to say the least. I'm half packed at this point. My books, DVD colection, games and clothes are packed away. I just have the random little things left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and my sisters are moving into the main house later in the Summer so there will be a lot of us all living on one premises but there's plenty of room. It's going to be nice, I'll have a big garden at my disposal and plenty of places to go for walks. I'll be slightly further away from the village and the bus stops but it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the wireless internet doesn't stretch up to where I'll be living so I'll have to use my granny's laptop in the main house for my dose of internetage. I don't mind too much though cause it will mean less distractions so I might actually get more study done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week feels so long,  I kept thinking today was Friday but then I would remember it's not and that makes me sad. The long weekend will make up for this endless week, and since I'm going out tomorrow it will seem much longer. Weekends seem longer when you go out on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my earphones in at the moment so I can't hear anything other than my music but my sisters seem to be sprinting around the landing. At least that what it seems like from the vibrations of their feet. This is a long blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an ordinary level maths paper the other day and my god is it easy! I mean I get that some people don't understand maths very well but for somebody who has been doing higher since first year it's shockingly easy. I'm very tempted to drop down, I'll have to discuss it with my Dad tomorrow. I don't think I should take the chance of failing with higher, I don't think my teacher will let me drop down though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have blabbed on for far too long now. The next time I blog I'll most likely be living "alone", crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3264694971611872980?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3264694971611872980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3264694971611872980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3264694971611872980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3264694971611872980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/04/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5836983867686623657</id><published>2009-04-24T14:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:09:20.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Oh Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This is the first time I have ever written a blog in school. I'm sitting in the corner of the computer room away from prying eyes. Shane just asked if I wanted to play multiplayer Quake, which I do so I'll finish this off later. Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's now two days later ( Sunday) and since the above post I have attended an awesome party, actually I hosted it. So it was my friend J's birthday so I threw her a party but then loads of people bailed so there were only 15 of us, which we thought would be boring but it turned into such a good night. I got very drunk, the drunkest I have ever been actually. It was so great, I thought I would be a sad drunk but I'm actually just really happy! And I remember everything which I didn't expect. Oh and no hangover because I had sobered up before going to sleep, it all just worked out in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm going to stop being one of those people who keeps going on about being drunk. I do apologise. I'm going to post the pictures I took now, most of which are horrible but there is one particularly horrendous one of me. It's very unattractive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Off the post pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;P.S. Do you guys like the brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Just noticed that you can't even tel I'm writing in brown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5836983867686623657?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5836983867686623657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5836983867686623657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5836983867686623657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5836983867686623657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-11380810247927217</id><published>2009-04-16T00:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:24:56.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Computer's broken =[ I'm suprised the internet is even staying open long enough to write this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ok I can't seem to get across what I'm thinking so here's the jist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I don't like it when people care too much about things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I don't like opinionated people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I don't like people who shove their opinions down you throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm sure those three things apply to me sometimes but that doesn't mean I can't hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;This blog makes no sense. It would make sense if I could use an example but I don't want to be mean and name the person who provoked this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Just ignore my negativity. I'm just pissed cause my computer is being a bitch. Oh and my keyboard is filthy, there's mass amounts of dust in between the keys. I shall have to hoover it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-11380810247927217?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/11380810247927217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=11380810247927217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/11380810247927217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/11380810247927217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/04/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-4308741980693561084</id><published>2009-04-05T18:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:58:15.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>MUFFINS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I have a muffin. A double chocolate muffin. And I have great plans for it. I'm thinking of heating it up and somehow making the top kinda crispy and toasted, and then I'll put some ice cream on top. It will be sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm going to get loads of movies for this week so each night I can watch something good since nothing is ever on tv. I'm determined to make this break really relaxing and nice cause I need it. Obviously I have to study every day but 3 hours of boredom each day is a small price to pay for a chance at college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm hungry and bored. I think I'll eat my boredom away =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;That is all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-4308741980693561084?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/4308741980693561084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=4308741980693561084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4308741980693561084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4308741980693561084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/04/muffins.html' title='MUFFINS!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8677818805143435907</id><published>2009-04-01T00:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:19:31.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You all have to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.take180.com/s/Dimlight/bprmn?autoplay=true"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;! It's a pretty good spoof, except for the end, and even if you hate it the spoof on the name Edward will have you loling all day. I'm still guffawing at it. Yes I said guffaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I found two more chess pieces in school today; a bishop and a pawn. I'm going to try and get a full set of one colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The new monetize tab on Blogger is stupid cause it doesn't actually show any information. Mine says I haven't earned anything but I have! €17.48 to be precise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm going to continue the trend of double line paragraphs that don't really say anything interesting or important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;These probably won't be two line paragraphs when I publish. I need to fill this paragraph up to two lines. There we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I tried to write and essay today for my English homework and it was hard! Is it possible to get writer's block when you aren't actually a professional writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It only really set in today that we're about to have two weeks off. TWO! I felt such a surge of happiness when that set in. It was during Irish class if you're wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://dailybooth.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dailybooth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; is extremely addictive. More so than Twitter. If you don't have an account I think you should get one cause it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm going to a costume party thingy at the end of this month and I have yet to get anything I need for it. By the way Happy April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm listening to some very worrying music right now. I think most people would be shocked by the fact that I'm listening to it. Kate wouldn't though, she understands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8677818805143435907?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8677818805143435907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8677818805143435907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8677818805143435907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8677818805143435907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuffs.html' title='Stuffs'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-7375680069943912244</id><published>2009-03-28T22:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:31:30.345Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daylight savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth hour'/><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;....I forgot about Earth hour! Well I doubt anybody in my estate is environmentally aware enough to have noticed. I feel kinda bad now, it's ok though cause I convinced my mum to buy energy saver bulbs this year which is a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Don't forget the clocks go forward tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-7375680069943912244?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/7375680069943912244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=7375680069943912244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/7375680069943912244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/7375680069943912244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6674599985440397634</id><published>2009-03-28T15:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:16:16.103Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reorganising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Je range ma chambre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;That's right, instead of studying I decided to clean and fully rearrange my room. I has been quite a job. I just moved my computer to the other side of my room, thus unearthing a large amount of dust covered items. I have been sneezing non-stop for the past three hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The best thing about cleaning your room is you find loads of stuff you forgot you had or were thought to be lost. I found my Age of Mythology game and a wire off my speakers that I needed for them to work. Haven't found much money though, which is disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I realised that I hoard junk in such a serious way. I have found so much crap that I have kept over the years and never used. A Lord of the Rings chess set for example. It was a present I got about 4 years ago and I haven't played it since I got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is so boring for you people, I'm just going to save this as a draft and get back to cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Back. So there was an incident today. After moving my room around I realised I wanted all the stuff on my wall to be on the other wall. This meant I had to do some serious transplanting of stuff. It took ages to move everything and then I realised the whole thing was really lopsided since I had moved it in sections rather than pieces. So I had to take everything down and seperate it all as much as I could and then stick it all back up. It doesn't look as good anymore. I think I just need to get used to it and add some more stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway my room is more or less done and I love it like this. There seems to be more space now and I can actually see everything. I used to have shelves in the corner  that you couldn't see and now you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I would post some pictures but my room is too small for pictures. I don't know if that will make sense to any of you but it makes sense to me. I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm going to finish watching Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;P.s.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I kinda want to change my text colour but I don't know what I should make it. Ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6674599985440397634?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6674599985440397634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6674599985440397634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6674599985440397634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6674599985440397634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/je-range-ma-chambre.html' title='Je range ma chambre'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5076048923992858725</id><published>2009-03-25T19:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:29:13.594Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abrupt'/><title type='text'>Knights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My posture has gotten so bad lately! I keep turning my chair to the side so the back isn't against my back, which means I slouch loads. Anyway I don't know what I want to make this blog about. I have a couple of ideas but I can't meld them together into one. It would be way too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ok now I don't have any ideas for a blog. I'm not doing my original idea because it would bore you all, and I forgot my second idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I found a knight at school today, as in a knight from a chess set, and I have been carrying it around all day. I'm oddly attached to it. It's not pretty or particularly interesting I just feel the need to be holding it. I think I should name him, but what? Suggestions please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Visual aid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScqNsMulZRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iaD3x7Y3FLo/s1600-h/Knight+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScqNsMulZRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iaD3x7Y3FLo/s320/Knight+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317218100534666514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Now that I have a camera I'm a bit of a camera whore. I hate getting my picture taken but the minute I think of my camera it's in my hands and I'm taking way too many pictures. Most of them are bad, I'm basically looking for the perfect profile picture but it's just not happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sorry I get distracted really easily, I just spent ages inverting the colour on half of a picture using MS Paint. I'm loving these abrupt, short blogs. Enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Byes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/q/My%20Documents/Daire%27s%20stuff/Pics/6th%20Year%20Misc.%20%282009%29/Mixed/Knight%20005.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5076048923992858725?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5076048923992858725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5076048923992858725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5076048923992858725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5076048923992858725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/knights.html' title='Knights'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScqNsMulZRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iaD3x7Y3FLo/s72-c/Knight+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2546031495470991439</id><published>2009-03-24T23:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:07:23.617Z</updated><title type='text'>Disaster Strikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I had my Irish oral exam today, the real one. I was totally ready for it until I got in there. All the Irish scenarios I had run through came up but I couldn't remember my answers for any of the questions. The worst part was I kept starting to answer questions without thinking about them and then I wouldn't know how to finish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway that is in the past and I can't do anything about it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I want to try and make a banner for the blog but I doubt I'll be able to do anything spectacular with microsoft paint. I think I'll have to do some research!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm off to research, I will continue this blog at a later date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;OK so that went horribly wrong. Now all the stuff I added to my page is gone and I'm going to have to spend ages adding it back on. I should probably explain why. I tried to change my template to a non-Blogger one so it deleted all my add-ons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I suppose this is what I get for trying to mess with blogger. I'll have to go and fix it all now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2546031495470991439?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2546031495470991439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2546031495470991439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2546031495470991439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2546031495470991439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/disaster-strikes.html' title='Disaster Strikes!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1477940988101083230</id><published>2009-03-22T23:51:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:17:47.866Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Defenestration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So I have opted to write a blog instead of doing my English homework. Productive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent about 3 hours ripping, sticking, tearing, tacking and randomly placing things on my wall. I moved my calendar, which has left an odd blank space in it's wake, to the other side of my room and I have surrounded it with awesome things. Clippings from magazines, postcards, cards stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I know practically everybody does this but I never claimed to be original. I think I'll insert some pictures of the creation of the awesomeness. Damn my lack of nails! I can't open the protective flap thingy covering the port thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Phase 1: The contents of notice board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbSOVBE-6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/OXHNXetLWeE/s1600-h/My+Wall+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbSOVBE-6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/OXHNXetLWeE/s320/My+Wall+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316167553759116194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Phase 2: Some CD cover art, stickers and a few magazine clippings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbSlzpq5HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KHuQFsahpqs/s1600-h/My+Wall+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbSlzpq5HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KHuQFsahpqs/s320/My+Wall+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316167957119427698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Phase 3: More cards, a monkey and a spray paint picture from Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbS8fmEUwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IwQ9bbEpUDs/s1600-h/My+Wall+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbS8fmEUwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IwQ9bbEpUDs/s320/My+Wall+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316168346872599298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Phase 4: Loads more magazine clippings, mostly to cover up patches of green that were irritating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbTOJ3XfLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aYB4G72upBs/s1600-h/My+Wall+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbTOJ3XfLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aYB4G72upBs/s320/My+Wall+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316168650277223602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I would like to say sorry to Hannah and Kate for covering up their messages but I basically know them off by heart by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope you all think my wall is as pretty as I think it is. More will be added during the week when I find more to add. There are some nice little details I would like to point out but I have already bored you to death and I would have to get up and take more pictures which I'm not bothered to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nighty night =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1477940988101083230?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1477940988101083230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1477940988101083230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1477940988101083230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1477940988101083230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/defenestration.html' title='Defenestration!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/ScbSOVBE-6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/OXHNXetLWeE/s72-c/My+Wall+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-847235082872159289</id><published>2009-03-20T00:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:54:10.970Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Boring Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I just wrote a kick ass answer for English, which probably means I'll get a C for it. That's how it works, if you think you have done well be prepared to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My Accounting teacher got back our results today, after our class so we don't have them yet, and she did not look happy. Funnily enough very few teachers have been happy with the results, our French teacher looked particularly depressed when she got them but then again she does have a bad cold at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm happy enough that I have only failed one exam so far, I have yet to get back Irish or Accounting. I'm skeptical about Accounting but pretty hopeful for Irish. The shameful thing is I need another 100 points to get my first choice which is only 300 points to begin with. Anyway even if I got enough points I still failed Maths which means I don't qualify for matriculation. This is soooooooo boring, I'm basically just thinking out loud but not in the usual, slightly more interesting way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;New topic: There was some awesome fog today, you couldn't see across the yard at break time. I like fog. Now I'm talking about the weather, just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I would hate to be in a band and have just written and released an awesome song only to find out a few weeks later that somebody on YouTube has done a cover that is ten time better than the original. And they didn't even have a recording studio or any other instruments other than a guitar. That would be unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I need a new I-pod, or I at least need to get mine fixed. I also need a new watch, or get my current one fixed. That makes it sound like I break things often but I don't. My expensive watch broke after a few months of wearing it and my I-pod has simply decomposed slightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yay it's Friday! One day closer to mo Scrudu Cainte. I'm pretty much sorted for Irish, we have been doing it for a month or so now, but we only started to do oral work in French last Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I predict a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-847235082872159289?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/847235082872159289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=847235082872159289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/847235082872159289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/847235082872159289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/boring-stuffs.html' title='Boring Stuffs'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-4933911411603768205</id><published>2009-03-15T22:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:38:55.117Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snuggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cults'/><title type='text'>Fashion Revolutions And Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So I have been blogging for over a year now. My very first post was on the 11th of March 2008 and if you were to go back and read it you would notice that I have gotten better at this, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway I didn't really have anything to write about on Wednesday and I didn't want to just have a blog about the fact that I have been blogging a year so I didn't write anything, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't know what I'm going to say here either, I just wanted to write a blog because I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="https://www.getsnuggie.com/flare/next?tag=os%7Csm%7Cgo%7Ctm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and felt I had to share the weirdness with you all. The people in the video look like they belong to a cult or something although I would say it's pretty awesome to wear, kind like a cape. I have a cape though so I can replicate the feeling whenever I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I remember I spent a whole week just wearing my cape around the house, odd I know but it felt awesome. Cape's are surprisingly warm, I think people should wear cape's rather than jackets. That would kick ass, everybody would look so awesome and cape's would be fluttering in the wind every which way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;If I was to suddenly become a fashion designer or I knew one then I would totally gets cape's to become high fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Know everybody has something to think about; how awesome cape's are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-4933911411603768205?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/4933911411603768205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=4933911411603768205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4933911411603768205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/4933911411603768205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/fashion-revolutions-and-such.html' title='Fashion Revolutions And Such'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3603739617275483038</id><published>2009-03-07T21:35:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:18:52.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wierd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compulsions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Embrace The Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Opening Thought&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I really liked this weeks episode of Skins. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; has to be my favourite out of all of them, it's nice to see an actual nerd on Skins. I also quite like Emily but I can't abide Cook, he just seriously pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just thought I would put that out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;1st Blog&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I find that I do the best thinking at night, the quality and depth of my thoughts get better the closer I am to falling asleep, it's weird. I run through these amazing, coherent, deep, meaningful blogs that aren't chock full of adjectives and could actually make you think. I guess I have always been a night person. Usually people would follow up a statement like that with some sort of anecdote but I don't have one. I just really like night time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Night time is a time for growth and regeneration, reflection and realisation. Obviously it's a time for crime too but we can't blame the night for being dark, that would be racist. Day time is bright and sheer, it drains our energy and creates problems. It doesn't hold the same majesty that night time does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Blog&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I shouldn't be allowed near mirrors. I could spend hours just staring in a mirror. It's not that I'm vain, I'm actually the opposite really, but it just has some sort of control over me. I just stare, run over every inch of my face, pick out little things I like and things I don't. I find that if I stare for long enough it feels like I'm looking at a stranger and I can see myself from a different perspective, I like to imagine it's how other people see me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;3rd Blog&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm weird and I accept it, no embrace it. I talk to myself out loud and occasionally make odd movements. I run through conversations in my mind, imagining what the other person would say and how the conversation would pan out. When I do this it means I don't have to have the actual conversation because I know the outcome. I run through scenarios in my head, what I would do in certain situation, what I would say. Sometimes it seems like I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; but I don't because my room is a complete tip and yet my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; are alphabetically arranged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm obsessed with my calendar. I hate the thought of paper cuts and needles. I'm afraid of fish and other people seeing my body. Sometimes I count when I walk. I have to shake my foot when I'm in bed and I find that I'm starting to do it in other situations too. I compulsively bite my finger nails. A lot of the time I like to think I have super powers. Sometimes I pretend to a nervous twitch to make me seem more interesting to strangers on buses etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I think I'm telling you all this because I have been inspired to embrace the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; in me, embrace that which makes me different and yet exactly the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Ending Thought&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This has been a strange blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3603739617275483038?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3603739617275483038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3603739617275483038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3603739617275483038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3603739617275483038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/embrace-weird.html' title='Embrace The Weird'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-1275889754202808759</id><published>2009-03-01T17:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:24:52.753Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accounting'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I should be studying accounting because it's not an exam you can wing, you either know it or fail. Unfortunately the minute I looked at it I was bored. There isn't much to go over really cause I know what's coming up so I don't have to just blindly study everything but it is still so unbelievably boring. You can't make notes, or learn anything off, just do questiobns. It's like doing homework when you don't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Inevitably I have just started eating out of boredom (fruit and nut bar if you're curious), I think I may have given myself diabetes yesterday. I just kept eating things that were full of sugar, I'd say I ingested at least 200% of my RDA of sugar. Don't get me started about Friday, it was worse. Seriously this compulsive over-eating is getting out of hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Egh I just drank warm water =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dinner's ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Byes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-1275889754202808759?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/1275889754202808759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=1275889754202808759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1275889754202808759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/1275889754202808759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/03/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-7134069887009678135</id><published>2009-02-28T14:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:33:02.875Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sixth year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving'/><title type='text'>Mocks and such (don't let the title put you off)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I promised myself that I would write a blog this weekend which is a weird thing to promise myself since this doesn't really benefit me. My mind works in mysterious ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So I did my mocks during the week, well most of them, and at first it really brought me down. I came home on Monday and Tuesday all grumpy because of my stupid English and Maths papers but as the week wore on, i.e. on Wednesday night, I realised I am caring too much about something that doesn't matter. They are only mocks and just because you did badly in them doesn't mean anything. I also realised that it's not the bad results that irritate me, it's the slight feeling that my teachers are disappointed by my result or that they think I'm stupid because of it. Teachers have high expectations for me because I do well in class but I'm not that much into studying so I never really live up to expectations in exams. In saying that though I have never failed an exam but I think that might change when the mocks results get back to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Other than the mocks very little happened this week. Went to Sab's yesterday which was fun, it was nice to relax after a stressful week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;At this point I'm just looking forward to the three days I get off next week. My mocks finish on Tuesday at 11:15 and then I'm off for the rest of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I suprised myself immensely today when I noticed I had saved €90 in the past two-three weeks for my holidays, usually I'm terrible at saving but I suppose it's a lot easier at this point of sixth year since you don't have much time/energy to be going out all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway I'm off to upload some pictures to Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ttyl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-7134069887009678135?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/7134069887009678135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=7134069887009678135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/7134069887009678135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/7134069887009678135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/02/mocks-and-such-dont-let-title-put-you.html' title='Mocks and such (don&apos;t let the title put you off)'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-7992549098542477426</id><published>2009-02-22T00:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:56:00.327Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have been blogging for nearly a year now. It will be exactly a year on the 11th of March which is crazy! Anyway that's not what I'm here for, I think it's time for another thoughts blog since I want to blog but can't think of anything good to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Let us begin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I can't believe my I-pod is broken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What will I use the stickers left over from Guitar Hero for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I keep finding myself squinting at things, I should probably wear my glasses more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What will I get H for her birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I think I am a compulsive over eater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I need some new jumpers, mine are all a bit too small now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm looking forward to writing an essay for my English mock on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm not looking forward to anything else on my mocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have a lot of books to read, but I also have a lot of school work that I should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It's funny that I'm so messy yet so organised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I feel kinda sad right now for no apparent reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I wonder did my mum put my uniform in the wash today? I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My mind seems to be at it's clearest at this time of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't know what I would do without my calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I can nearly touch type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I need to exercise more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You wouldn't notice on the original version but Mr. Brightside is actually a sad song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wow my mind is running on a low gear tonight. I think I'll leave it that cause there is nothing interesting running through my mind tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hope you like this thoughts thingy, I like it cause I don't have to think about a good topic, I just have to think about stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Night all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-7992549098542477426?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/7992549098542477426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=7992549098542477426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/7992549098542477426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/7992549098542477426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-ii.html' title='Thoughts II'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-6800372549589258661</id><published>2009-02-10T23:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:48:09.805Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ah! I can't translate my thoughts into a decent blog. I have tried twice now but I really can't do my thoughts justice. I have decided that instead of trying to translate my thoughts I will just ask you all a question which will probably do the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What do you associate with the breaks in between exams? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;For me it's happiness and freedom, I'm not going to explain why because I just can't do it properly so you will just have to accept it. I will tell you it's because of the Junior Cert and the great weather we had during it but past that I can't explain it properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is a crap blog but you will just have to deal with it, maybe my question will bring back some good memories....or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-6800372549589258661?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/6800372549589258661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=6800372549589258661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6800372549589258661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/6800372549589258661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/02/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3686280210153688207</id><published>2009-02-04T23:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:01:41.093Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So many thoughts running through my head but none of them will slow down enough for me to translate it into proper, non-Daire, English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I really want to do a crossword, I think I'm addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As much as I hate sixth year I don't want to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll be 18 in four months, fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I should really get back to my Macbeth essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wish my awesome yellow pen was visible on white paper, I need some black paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I should have spent yesterday reading, I really want to finish the book I'm reading cause it's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I need to brush my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wish I had the right mentality to become one of those people who just decided to never get out of bed and just get really fat and not care that their quality of life is practically zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't think I would be comfortable with somebody cleaning me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I feel the need to study but I'm afraid that I'll study loads but it won't do anything and then I can't blame any stupidity on lack of study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My grades are dropping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's weird that I felt more confident today because I was wearing my normal shoes rather than school shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Why do all the same songs come up over and over again on my I-tunes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Snow made me intensely happy, I don't think I have been that happy while in school in quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I want to go see the Bodies exhibition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I have to stop lending my DVD's to people and then forgetting who I lent them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The pocket size Vaseline tins are inefficient, if your fingers are greasy from the Vaseline you can't open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I think I'm very self-absorbed, now that I have been paying attention to my conversations I realise that I draw attention back to myself unintentionally but frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I think I'm losing a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I miss being a kid and finding immense enjoyment in jumping off a slide with and umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Wouldn't it be nice to have an anonymous blog where you could write down every thought not just the ones you don't mind people knowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3686280210153688207?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3686280210153688207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3686280210153688207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3686280210153688207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3686280210153688207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-465090894758929712</id><published>2009-02-03T14:45:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:17:18.478Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow: My Favourite Form Of Precipitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/SYhZICkpm7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cqozSprz0ng/s1600-h/Snow+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/SYhZICkpm7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cqozSprz0ng/s320/Snow+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298582956265806770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I was shocked when I woke up yesterday to find a thick layer of snow covering everything outside my window. It hasn't snowed like this in about 10 years, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As you can see I took a picture, actually I took a few but this was the best one. The others are of my estate all covered in snow but they are kinda blurry, I just couldn't get the effect I wanted. That makes it sound like I know something about photography which I don't but I can still tell when a picture is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It has been continuously snowing since yesterday where I am, only lightly but it hasn't really stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ok so I just took another picture just so you could see how much snow there is. There was a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/SYha1sKI4wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6Wdc-E6ct_g/s1600-h/Snow+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/SYha1sKI4wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6Wdc-E6ct_g/s320/Snow+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298584840034640642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;more yesterday but obviously people have been building snowmen and having snowball fights and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's kinda weird though to see how kids these days just don't appreciate snow. I mean I came home yesterday expecting the green to be full of children doing there snowy things but there only about five under the age of 10, the rest were teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I was so excited about the snow but my sisters seemed oblivious, I walked into my house and they were just sitting infront of the tv. Kids these days just don't know how to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It just started to snow again, properly this time, but I don't know how to get a picture of falling snow or if that is even possible with a simple didgital camera. Nevermind you all know what it's like and are most likely experiencing it too. It's getting really heavy now, I can't see the top of the estate anymore. I LOVE SNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hope you all love snow as much as I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;P.s. It has been snowing heavily for about 5 minutes now, the road infront of my house which was all slushy is now white again. Look at the picture to see the comparison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-465090894758929712?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/465090894758929712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=465090894758929712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/465090894758929712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/465090894758929712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-my-favourite-form-of-precipitation.html' title='Snow: My Favourite Form Of Precipitation'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/SYhZICkpm7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cqozSprz0ng/s72-c/Snow+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-714331504103864712</id><published>2009-02-01T18:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:15:23.156Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waffles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Febuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;January was an odd month, it felt like it was going fast at time but then overall it dragged on. Anyway I feel very grown up today because I paid for my holiday, on which there will be no parents, with money that I saved myself. Admittedly it was money I got for Christmas so I didn't earn it but I did manage to keep it for a whole month which is an accomplishment in my books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's going to be weird going away and being totally responsible for yourself, nobody to fall back on or to look out for you. In saying that I can't wait for the experience, I'll be 18, in a foreign country and free to do what I please...not that I'll be doing anything adventurous but you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I thought I would like this feeling of nearly being an adult but in some ways I don't, I don't think I'll handle it well considering the only reason I go to school some mornings is because I know my parents won't let me stay home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;On a completely different note I had some awesome waffles today, sweet/Belgian waffles, we went shopping in Lidl yesterday and I saw a pack and had to have them. I toasted some this morning and put a little dollop of chocolate spread on them which melted and spread out, best damn waffles I have ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Today was actually a really good food day, started out with Bran Flakes and waffles, then I skipped lunch cause I had a lie in so breakfast was lunch, and then I went over to my Granny's to help out in the garden and she made me fried potatoes, scrambled eggs and beans. Comfort food FTW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;An irritating Macbeth essay is in dire need of my attention. Talk to you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;P.s. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just messing with you, actually wanted to say good luck to everyone who are starting their mocks tomorrow. I'll be experiencing your pain in three weeks =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-714331504103864712?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/714331504103864712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=714331504103864712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/714331504103864712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/714331504103864712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-febuary.html' title='Happy Febuary'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-2007481514162844422</id><published>2009-01-26T20:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:28:41.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='close up'/><title type='text'>Macro Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So I recently discovered the joys of the macro mode on my camera. Now I am a complete camera noob, I only got mine at Christmas but I do love it and I'm slowly discovering some of the cool modes and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Macro mode is one of these modes, it's mainly designed for taking pictures of small things up close. For instance flowers, generally it's represented by a flower symbol because if you were taking a picture of a flower you would want to do it close up but still get the detail, that's where macro mode comes in. Now I have been playing around with macro mode and the majority of the pictures I have taken have been crap but I really like the one I'm using as my heading picture thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's just my desk but I just really like it, the mesh of random crap really works well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Anyway that's all I wanted to share with you. If I manage to take any more nice pictures, well ones that I like, then I'll post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-2007481514162844422?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/2007481514162844422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=2007481514162844422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2007481514162844422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/2007481514162844422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/01/macro-me.html' title='Macro Me'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-5491713128038823259</id><published>2009-01-24T12:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:11:08.844Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corsica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving cert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>Bollywood Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I really don't know where to start. So much stuff going through my mind. I suppose I'll start with the boring stuff first and then move onto the slightly cooler stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So I got my exam number which kinda makes the Leaving Cert. official although I'm still not that bothered by it. I'm going to see how the mocks go and if I find them really stressful and everything goes horribly wrong then I'll start actually doing some work. Well I'll start doing some work regardless of how it goes but they will dictate just how much effort I'll put in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Next, I went to see Slumdog Millionaire last night and it is so good! I'm listening to the soundtrack right now. The movie was a touch gruesome at points but that just added to the feel good ending. After the cinema we went to The Counter which is an awesome build-your-own burger place, I had a really nice chicken burger. The staff are some nice too, when we were paying it got a bit complicated cause there were seven of us and people were trying to figure out how much they owed but the staff were so nice and they were chatting away with us and such. It was a really good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Holidays! For my sixth year holiday thingy I'm joining my favourite ladies in Corsica, well I'm joining them in Nice and then we're going over to Corsica. At first I was worried about accommodation since it was just me cause the others had places already but then somebody cancelled so I get to stay with two very awesome people. I'm so excited! We are going to be in Corsica for &lt;a href="http://omgcheckoutkatesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate's&lt;/a&gt; birthday and the plans for it are so amazing, the next five months are going to go unbearably slow now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I have sixty euro to spend in Dundrum ( Dundrum vouchers) and I don't know what to spend them on. I got a sudden urge to get new shoes last night, I mean new new shoes. You see I got new shoes for Christmas but they are Converse which I good cause I love my Cons and it's all I wear but I kinda want a pair of non-converse shoes. Not to replace my Cons, the could never happen as I have accumulated quite a collection but, just a change from the usual you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The ideal time to buy them would be this weekend but I have no money to get into Dundrum cause I spent all my money last night, in Dundrum. I also want a piercing but I'm leaving that until Nice cause I'm not bothered to try and hide it everyday in school while it heals up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I know I said I would go from boring to slightly cooler with the subjects but I kinda lost that structure after the first paragraph. Ah well now you get a lovely mixture. Sorry it has been so long since I have been on, I just never felt like blogging until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bye for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-5491713128038823259?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/5491713128038823259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=5491713128038823259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5491713128038823259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/5491713128038823259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/01/bollywood-fun.html' title='Bollywood Fun'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-486409853335460494</id><published>2009-01-07T19:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:15:15.876Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demotivated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='points'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving cert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Just Thought I Would Let You All Know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;..my lips are burning, I mean they seriously hurt. I don't know why either. It's not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I would advise you to stop reading now cause it just gets seriously boring from here down, I just vented all over the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Also I am fed up of school, totally demotivated. I don't want to spend my time doing homework or studying. I want to spend it lazing around my room, playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;, watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; and then magically get enough points to do what I want in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;All I have to do is keep thinking 6 weeks, 6 weeks and then another break, then six more weeks and another break, then six more weeks and it's the Leaving and it's finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I hoping my mocks results will motivate me somewhat, purely because I hate failing which is why I never fail but then again the exams that teachers give us are very rarely full exam papers so we will see. The one thing I hate about mocks is that they are never corrected properly, so I may actually do well but then completely bomb on the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Anyway I have worked it all out and all I need is a C1 in all my subjects and I'm sorted, six C1's should give me a total of 420 which is more than enough for my desired course. I don't know why I''m telling you this because you don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm going to shut up now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-486409853335460494?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/486409853335460494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=486409853335460494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/486409853335460494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/486409853335460494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-thought-i-would-let-you-all-know.html' title='Just Thought I Would Let You All Know....'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8142972003953308384</id><published>2009-01-05T15:08:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:37:15.078Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving cert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Jumbled Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Memories of 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;January to June were pretty much just school, school and more school. Nothing too exciting about them, actually I can't really remember them so if there was anything I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Summer, basically everybody was away but, those of us remaining made up for the lack of people. There was a lot of hanging out done. Eventually people came back but then I went away. La Herradura with K and H was awesome. Kayaking, water parks, the secret beach and burritos are the four things that I remember properly. Spent the remainder of Summer at peoples houses just hanging out like before. It was a good Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;September to December were full of parties. Mostly 18th's and a Halloween party which were fun but didn't take away from the fact that it was sixth year. Youtube gatherings, ice skating and the CAO all spring to mind when I think about the Autumn/Winter months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Eventually we got to exams, the Christmas and then an awesome New Years at Steph's. Kicked off the New Year by missing the countdown which seemed to skip from 20 seconds to fireworks, and I was sober. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It was a good year even though I can't remember many details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hopefully 2009 will be a good year, although I think the Leaving Cert. may get in the way of any fun to be had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Drowning in a sea of nostalgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8142972003953308384?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8142972003953308384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8142972003953308384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8142972003953308384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8142972003953308384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2009/01/jumbled-memories.html' title='Jumbled Memories'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-3522902089400199959</id><published>2008-12-25T14:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:00:02.554Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/PCU2146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/PCU2146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hope you all had a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-3522902089400199959?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/3522902089400199959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=3522902089400199959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3522902089400199959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/3522902089400199959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-p-p-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-e-v-e-r-y-b-o-d.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651449365512025438.post-8948470303689334879</id><published>2008-12-22T19:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:59:28.571Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flavoured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my tumb hurts'/><title type='text'>Cinnamon Flavoured Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why do they make cinnamon flavoured things? They just lead to situations involving unknowing, innocent bystanders accidentally eating a cinnamon flavoured jellybean which leads to them shouting "AAAHHH CINNAMON!" and running out of the room to promptly spit it into the nearest bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I really doubt anybody loves cinnamon enough to eat a cinnamon flavoured jellybean, I mean it wasn't just mildly cinnamon-y, it was full on, concentrated cinnamon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My typing really isn't up to scratch today, obviously you guys can't tell because I proof read and spell check before posting but, it's bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm feeling kind of ick today, my throat is sore and when I eat I feel a bit blurgh. I wouldn't mind it that much but I'm restlessly hungry. See I eat for three reasons; when I'm hungry, upset (thrown in for you Kate) or bored. Right now I'm bored and feel the need to fill that boredom with food stuffs. Also my Red Bull cravings have yet to be sated, I ask my mom to get me some when she went to the shop yesterday and she came back with Red Bull cola. I wasn't impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I got so bored yesterday that I started to clean my room, I only half did it but still I'm sure some of you out there know that level of boredom where you feel the need to clean your room as a distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I shouldn't be complaining that I'm bored during the holidays, I should be thankful that I'm not in school but the few days before Christmas are so boring! It's like your body knows it's about to get new stuff so it finds the old stuff so much more boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Do you know what blogger needs? An option to reply to comments. All you can do is post another one below it with no indication that it is a reply. Blogger people if you're reading this a comment reply facility would be much obliged, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ok I'm bored/boring now, off to find something else to occupy myself for a small amount of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Night all (have any of you noticed that I never seem to write blogs during the day?),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651449365512025438-8948470303689334879?l=dairem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/feeds/8948470303689334879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651449365512025438&amp;postID=8948470303689334879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8948470303689334879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651449365512025438/posts/default/8948470303689334879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dairem.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinnamon-flavoured-boredom.html' title='Cinnamon Flavoured Boredom'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04847859608628773463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs6XnWeSF5Y/S4XGvkOzrqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPn69FPPYXI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
