Nobody leaves this place without singing the blues.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nly-bfguf4k - watch this to get the mood of what you are about to read.....

This is one of my favourite films of all time. It's one of my childhood classics. I had a few to say the least, as my family are well aware. Not a day went past where I wouldn't have to watch one of them repeatedly from beginning to end all day long. Once I liked something I became very attached.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0rY3dn5kos - This is THE best part from the whole film.

This film, Adventures in Babysitting, was one my most watched ones. It still holds a very strong place in my heart today. I actually watched it recently while trying to make my friend Hannah watch it too. It's such an amazing film. I actually heard word that there's supposed to be a new one being made soon - Adventures in babysitting two? And apparently Miley Cyrus is to star in it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm guilty of liking some of her songs, but I just don't see her doing the original any justice whatsoever. You can never beat the original. Ever.

Some of my other favourites included Fievel, Fievel Goes West, Willow, Labyrinth, Aladdin, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. There were many more but that's all that's coming to mind right now. These films are what shaped what kind of person I am today. They taught me all I know. They were my influence. They were my life. This could sound rather sad but I think they taught me well.



This is Fievel Mousekewitz. His adventures from Russia, to America and then consequently all around America, then onto the West, wherever the West is, kept me content for hours upon end.

Willow was, and in some ways still is, my childhood hero. Him and Mad-Mardigan, with their bravery and chivalric values had me hooked from the start. I must have watched this film at least 100 times.

David Bowie, singing while dancing with a baby, in super tight revealing clothing, with the scariest hair I'd ever seen at the age of 3 and trying to terrorise a young girl with terrifying mystical creatures while she searches desperately to find her younger brother. Sounds like a night mare for most children. It was my Bible.

I think all of the above pretty much explains why I am the way I am today.......

Love is all around us.....

Ever since Saturday, it seems, since I started reading that "Love Letters of Great Men" all I have been able to think about is love. And it seems to be everywhere, not so much that I just don't stop thinking about it but just that it appears to be popping up everywhere, reminding me of it's existence, as if I wasn't already completely aware.

Even now, I have i-tunes open, the last four songs have been: "I just haven't met you yet", "Heartache tonight", "Real dead ringer for love" and "You sexy thing". And yes I am aware that "you sexy thing" cannot be put under the category of an established love song, BUT STILL, They're everywhere!!!

If the next song that comes on is a love song I think I will physically throw this computer on the floor...............Oh no wait......."Saturday night" just came on....everything is well with the world again. :) Woo Roll on Saturday.........

*exits doing the best version of "Saturday night" dance routine ever witnessed by man.......*

Love Letters of Great Men.....

Dear Madam,

-Not believe that I love you? You cannot pretend to be so incredulous. If you do not believe my tongue, consult my eye, consult your own. You will find by yours that they have charms; by mine that I have a heart which feels them. Recall to mind what happened last night. That at least was a lover's kiss. Its eagerness, its fierceness, its warmth, expressed the god its parent. But oh! Its sweetness, and its melting softness expressed him more. With trembling in my limbs, and fevers in my soul, I ravish'd it. Convulsions, pantings, murmurings shrew'd the mighty disorder within me: the mighty disorder increased by it. For those dear lips shot through my heart, and thro' my bleeding vitals, delicious poison, and an avoidless but yet a charming ruin.

What cannot a day produce? The night before I thought myself a happy man, in want of nothing, and in fairest expectation of fortune; approved of by all men of wit, and applauded by others. Pleased, nay charmed with my friends, and then dearest friends, sensible of every delicate pleasure, and in their turns possessing all.

But Love, almighty Love, seems in a moment to have removed me to a prodigious distance from every object but you alone. In the midst of crowds I remain n solitude. Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you. I appear transported to some foreign desert with you (oh, that I were really thus transported!), where, abundantly supplied with everything, in thee, I might live out an age of uninterrupted ecstasy.

The scene of the world's great stage seems suddenly and sadly chang'd. Unlovely objects are all around me, excepting thee; the charms of all the world appear to be translated to thee. Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

If you and hope forsake it, despair and endless misery attend it.

-William Congreve




.....How could you possibly resist? ...... =]

“Beware so long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance”

It never really occurred to me properly prior to yesterday how much we judge people in our lives. We judge strangers, who we have no inclination of, on their clothes, their hair, their style etc. It's ridiculous that in today's society where so many people are open to so many controversial and new, exciting ideas that they still don't find an ounce of fault in the prospect of judging people.

I have been a victim to judging people, I'll be the first to admit it. But I have seen the error of my ways.

Something happened to me yesterday which made me stop and think. I had been judging someone completely unfairly by the way in which they had been behaving. But then something happened which made me see this person in a completely different light, once they had been stripped of all the false exterior pretence and I was able to see the person inside, only then was I able to realise what a nice and unique person was present underneath.

It was one of the most eye-opening experiences for me. I was able to recognise how unjust and naive I had been. I've decided that I'm going to try my best as a person to get to know people for who they are, not to judge but to hold any doubts that I may have about them until I at least try to see what lies underneath. Because who knows.....they may be thinking the exact same thing about you.

"All the language on earth would fail in saying how much and with what disinterested passion I am ever yours-"

Entwined together, in a tangled web
composed of former lapses of sense,
a heavy heart and overcast sight
blanket any possible light.

Feelings of passion, joy and love
hidden beneath the shadow of doubt,
What if? seems to take over life,
empty questions full of promise.

Lust, fervour and affection,
every aspect of one's desire
felt through every waking second
in every single day.

I am on such a high......

I just finished an English essay and I am on such a high......I love that feeling of finishing something....of actually putting the deserved time into it and then seeing the end result. Let's just hope that the end grade is as good as I think the end result seems to be.

I've been finding English rather, I dunno, challenging this year for some reason. I think I just get frustrated at the constant flow of B's that my English teacher keeps plaguing me with. I will think that I have just written the most amazing piece of writing ever known to man and it will fall down in front of me, freshly corrected, with my old buddy, Mr B, smiling back at me.....It is my aim in this, my final year of secondary school, to get a god damn A off that woman if it's the last thing I do. For those of you who haven't met my English teacher, she is one of the most amazing women I have ever met but also one of the hardest to please. Indeed.

I am adamant to do this. It is one of my aims for the leaving cert to try and write my ass off to get that A.

I mean I've always enjoyed writing but then with all the stress I've been experiencing lately along with the lack of time that seems to be taking over my life, I just haven't been motivated to write. I think also that the constant flow of B's didn't help my motivation to write either.

I think I've been brought back to my old self again. This makes me really happy.....hopefully there will be more posts to follow this miraculous moment of inspiration! :)

I think I may be returning to my old self again.......:)