Happy 2-Year-A-Versary

Two whole years and I finally stuck to something!
It’s that time of year where I become all sentimental about putting my whole life online.
From the very start, to one year, to now. . . it all seems so surreal.

I’ve always tried to keep a journal, but then I start a new one, or forget about it etc etc *insert excuse here*. But it’s amazing to type in a simple URL and BOOM. . . there’s my past two years. Two years complete with drama, stress, videos, leaving cert, friends, and poetry (surprisingly).

I’ve talked to some amazing people here, and got to connect with so many individuals that are all so talented. With a few blog awards up my sleeve also!

It seems like my little haven of procrastination has grown into something that I’ve developed into my little comfort space on the internet. Despite the fact it’s open to the public eye.

My blog has developed me, as a person. It helped me to realise how much I actually enjoy writing, and how I can pursue it without having to do a degree in it.

So maybe I’ll keep this as a hobby, or maybe I’ll take it a bit further. But all I know if the next two years are as successful as my last two, then I don’t think I could be happier!

Here’s to Him

Here’s to the man who could silence a room with just a wave of his hand.
Who was the kind of person who didn’t have to introduce himself.
But was always a humble, generous man.

Here’s to the man who could never get through the 6 o clock bell rings without a drink in his hand.
Who actually gave me my first drink, without even thinking.
But who never lost the love of it.

Here’s to the man who made fun of my grooming.
Who mocked me every year for packing an extra bag.
And who lost track of the days thanks to my outfit changes.

Here’s to the man who made the dinner noises.
Who never failed to entertain a crowd after a meal.
And who never wanted to visit a different restaurant.

Here’s to the man who didn’t tolerate silliness.
Who never humoured his grandkids.
But who was always humours to his teenage fan club.

Here’s to the man who was always right.
Who radiated wisdom and knowledge.
But who would always be easy to verbally understand.

Here’s to the man who could throw a tantrum.
Who won many cases and brawls.
And who never could get a moment of peace.

Here’s to the man who had a heart of gold.
Who had a scary reputation of being the best.
And who thrived off it.

Here’s to the man who would probably laugh at me writing this.
Because I could never recite poetry for him.
But that’s the thing about his complements.
When you get one, they actually mean something.

So here’s to the man with the weirdest family connection to mine.
Because it’s not every day you get such a complex character as your uncles ex-wives partner.
And it’s not every day he actually liked you, as insignificant as your role in his life seems.

Beauty -Lauren Moriarty

As a child I would sit cross legged
On my parents bed.
I would watch, fascinated,
As mum got ready for a night out
With dad.
She hummed softly to herself
As he showered.
I listened to the soundtrack
Of comfort and familiarity.
Mums make-up bag lay strewn
Across rumpled covers,
I would take out each product
And hold it in my small hand
Rub the soft brushes against my skin,
Trace the lipstick around my mouth,
Thinking to myself
This is what makes beauty

I placed make-up on
A pedestal.
In my opinion,
It was the only thing that could
Create beauty.
Growing older,
This belief only intensified.

As a teenager I would sit cross legged
In front of the mirror
Practicing the skill of creating
The music this time
Was composed of insecurities,
Another soundtrack that had become
I learned how to contour,
How to make my lips fuller,
My eyes pop.
But Yes, I liked wearing it,
It gave me more confidence
Turned down the music,
But I wasn’t beautiful.
something was wrong
I didn’t look, I didn’t feel

Over time,
I learned that beauty
Doesn’t come wrapped in
Mac or L’Oreal.
It is an ideal
Of an individual mind.
It is an aspiration not
An achievement.

As an adult I sit cross legged
As I read and write poetry
I have learned that there is
Many types of beauty.
It can be found in words,
Rhythms and patterns.
Beauty is an art not a person,
Beauty is this poem,
Not me.

Hi Friends! So this was written by the lovely Lauren Moriarty and I begged her to let me post it here! Sadly, she has no blog of her own. . . yet. . .I’m still working on it ;) 
So I hope you all enjoy her art as much as I do!

My Travel Must Haves!


To avoid your room from looking like this before you set off on a journey, you need to be prepared. 2014 brought me loads of travels. To France, to Spain, to Donegal, to Dublin, to Cork and to University in Galway, I’ve had more than my fair share of travelling! Not that I’m complaining of the travelling, of course not, but rather I’m complaining about the packing!

Someone once said that “Getting there is half the fun”. (If the other half is returning home then it must have been an awful trip! Ha ha ha I’m hilarious). If half the fun comprises of last minute packing and overthinking, then count me in! (Once again I’m so hilarious!)

My main obvious must haves for when I’m travelling is my phone, my laptop, every possible charger, my hair straightener, and a packet of crisps!

For holidays abroad, I pack a whole month into a suitcase when I should really be packing for a week. Basically, I’m not a light packer. I can’t just get up and go because that stresses me out too much. I also can’t pack in advance because I’m never too bothered. Oh the perks of being a procrastinating perfectionist!

You know those clear plastic zip bags you can get for the likes of make up?

I stole this photo from some website

These bad boys are my best friends. I use them for everything! I can see exactly whats inside them, which means things are never lost. AND they usually fit into hand bags so I never have to be rummaging around. I just have to whip out my clear bag and BAM I’ve found what I was looking for! (They’re also easy to clean and cheap to buy).

I’m the kind of person who is prepared for every situation possible. Because of this, I have taken the liberty to go through my basic carry bag and make a list of all the useless junk that I found in there. Enjoy.

  • Soap
  • Pen and paper
  • Pencil (in case the pen runs out)
  • Tissues and a bit of toilet paper
  • A portable water gun (I can’t even explain this one)
  • A mini torch
  • Plasters
  • Headphones
  • Lipgloss
  • Sweets from a box of roses (melted chocolate yaay)
  • Tan tights
  • Glitter nail polish

Obviously these aren’t must haves, but rather things-that-I-always-carry-around-just-in-case. I should be more practical and tell you to pack a toothbrush instead of a unicorn. (Yup, the first photo was actually my room.)

Oh, and don’t forget a nice pair of fresh socks on your travels!

Hi Friends! This post was inspired by RelayRides. They are a peer-to-peer sharing car rental service who are interested to find out how they can make travelling easier! If you have any suggestions, I’d love to hear them from you! I can’t be the only one who travels with an emergency unicorn, right?? 


Red Buttons

I fell in love with a self destruct button
Who was anything but a sheep
Rather unusual to find
And impossible to keep

A wanderer and a wonderer
Was all I ever could be
I didn’t think much of it
Until your words said it to me

We were content in silence
With cheesy grins and messy hair
No one ever saw that side of you
Not that they’d even care

It’s weird to be in love
Whether with a button or a boy
Yet this button of mine
You played with like a toy

Engrossed by your thoughts
Or preoccupied with your head
Thinking back on it all
Did you mean anything you said

It’s hard to see your suffer
And pushing people away
To feel overwhelmed
For you is just an ordinary day

Maybe you’ll hit the red button
Or maybe you’ll pick up a pen
This pain is only temporary
Until we’re together again

Hopes for a better year

My recap of 2014 is coming soon. But while I was in the middle of that, I found my hope list from the start of 2014. Every year I do this, but this time I’m going to discuss it! It seemed so long ago writing it. Well, I suppose it was.

Don’t fail any of my mocks
Well, I didn’t succeed in this one! I came down with a throat infection and failed my maths and biology test!

Recover from my mock results and actually do good in my leaving cert
However, I didn’t fail anything in my Leaving Cert. I know I was much more capable of what I got. But hey, I got it!
Spend a whole night out with friends
I achieved this one! I spent a whole night outside in my friends back garden burning books and drinking beer!

To be healthier
I wouldn’t say I failed this, but I wasn’t too successful either. I didn’t become unhealthy, but I didn’t try my best to be healthy either. I’ve eaten take out more than I should have, but I’m not unhappy with myself.

To have a fab 17th birthday
This happened! It was pretty brilliant surrounded by people I loved. It had a few hiccups, but it was an overall good night.
Go to France with my friend
This happened. This happened and was perhaps one of my best experiences of 2014.

Spend a night stargazing
This didn’t necessarily happen in the respect that I dedicated a night to star gazing. But I have spent many nights looking at the twinkling dots in the sky.
Take a long roadtrip
I didn’t take a “long” roadtrip, but I was definitely on the road a lot this year! From all my travels, I’m still exhausted.
Go to university
I’ve completed this one as of September!

Be happy at university
This is a harder question to answer, but after a rocky first semester I think I can say that yes. I am happy in university.
Do something that makes my hair look nice
Hahahahahha nope. My hair is still a ratted mess! But I like it. So I don’t know if this is a success or a failure.

Learn how to do my make up better
Im a bit reluctant to answer this, but I think that I have perfected my liquid eyeliner. So yes, success.

Learn how to cook
Ahahaha nope! Still hopeless! But I made friends with some lovely cooks in college!
Finish at least one story
Nope! But with a Leaving Cert and University, I don’t blame myself.

Take my parents out for lunch
I’ve taken them many times, but I’ve never paid. That’s a goal for 2015.
Try to co operate and get along with my sister
Nothings gotten worse. I think we learned how to have an understanding with each other since we both live near each other.

Smile more
I don’t think I ever had a problem before, but I’ve smiled this year a lot. So, success!
Thank you all for an amazing year! Here are my goals for 2015.

Learn how to properly cook one meal, and have it as my signature meal.
Finish writing a proper story.
Write a letter to each of my friends who mean something to me.
Make time for all my friend groups.
Return to France.
Become closer with my cousins.
Finish my first year at University.
Get some sort of a job.
Become more healthy.
Get rid of negative people in my life.
Spend more nights going out with friends.
Have an amazing 18th birthday celebration.
Make a video for each month of the year.
Go to a concert.
Be happy.

Here’s to another year of rolling with it! <3

Seasons Readings!


I’ve always loved reading.
Whether that involved sneaking into my parents room to get a more challenging book, or loosing myself in a library. . . I’ve always loved reading.
This Christmas, I only received two books. Trust me, I’m not ungreatful, I was just a bit confused. On average for birthdays and holidays, I get minimum 5 books each time. I got 8 books for my last birthday.

But, I only ever asked for one book this year.

Cecelia Ahern is an Irish author. She is a daughter of a politician who married a member of a boyband. I had one summer almost 8 years back where I obsessed over her. I read every book possible, and I adored them.
As I got older, her books got more predictable. The guy gets with the girl, everything happens for a reason and everyone lives happily ever after. The last book I read of hers, “How to fall in love” was sickening predictable. I knew she sold it based off her name rather than her writing. Which makes me so sad, because I know there is better books out there, but on her name alone she could make a profit off a low budget book. Far deuce to her, obviously she has a family to feed and a home to take care of. But I just wish that I felt the same excitement as I did the first time I read her books. She was my biggest inspiration to actually start “professionally” writing. And were anyone to ask me for my favourite author today, I would still say her. Out of habit, out of less hassle, and out of hope.
My Dad knows how fond I am of her. He knows I’ve grown tired of her. But he still knows that when there’s a new book out, he has to get it for me, no questions asked. It only took a quick “I think Cecelia Ahern has a new book out” for one to appear under my tree a few weeks later. It is called, “The Year I Met You”. Which, according to The Irish Times is “Insightful and true”. Review wise, there wasn’t much else on the cover. It seems to have a main guy, a main girl, a main goal and a “destiny made this happen” meeting. It’s a light read, but I’m still looking forward to it. Because whatever I say about her as a writer . . . I still bought the book.

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The second book bought for me was “Girl Online” by Zoe Sugg, AKA Zoella. I’ve been a subscriber to Zoella for almost 6 years now. I love her personality online and her positive outlook on life and the awareness she brings to her relatively young fan base. I do believe she is a good role model, and I will forever support her as she is a YouTuber. But, at the end of the day, this book is completely ghost written. I was very skepital when she announced she was soon releasing a book. That young woman has so much happening in her schedule that she simply doesn’t have time to set aside six or so hours per day to be constantly writing. And that’s perfectly fine, as she is a good public figure, and is attractive to a broad, young audience. At first, I just thought I had outgrown her. I didn’t think of her as creative for writing a book about a girl with a blog which features anxiety. Those are three words which sum up Zoe Sugg in a sentence. Writing is a way of living your dream life, and she’s already living hers. I hear her ghost writer is very good. I’m just sad that a publishing team had to use the brand name Zoella to get the book out, rather than using Zoe. The writer who stumbled onto YouTube at the correct time with the correct hairstyle. Obviously she has developed a lot since she started, which can be said of any creator. I’ve watched her grow into the person she is. But to the media, she is not the young twenty something year old who is having fun. No. She is Zoella. A brand, a name, and a quick way to pry on young girls to get sales. Good marketing, I have to admit. But a YouTuber is different from a “normal” writer. All we get from the writer is his or her thoughts on a sheet of paper. By typing in “Z” into the YouTube search bar, you can track Zoes whole life online. People get to know her personality, her friends, her family, her likes, her hobbies and her passions. Because of this, viewers strive for her to do well. She’s not just another name on another book. This time, it was her name on someone elses writing. Sure, it was her main idea and her characters. But I lost a lot of faith in Zoe Sugg when she took credit for a ghost written book for money. Obviously I’ll never know the full story. But I don’t think anyone ever will.

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I’m looking forward to reading both these books. I’ll probably start with the Cecelia Ahern one, as it’s set around New Years Eve. If you have read either book, please let me know what you have thought of them! And as always, book suggestions are ALWAYS welcome!