ok, its been so crazy for me. Its seems like a lifetime ago i was being harassed by the fear and terror of the leaving cert. It almost seems like a different life when I was devastated by an especially cruel maths paper. And now, its just, gone. I am literally living a different life now. I am not Laura, as everyone knows, me, I that pale foreign girl, so know by the name of "L-ow-ra" here. But spain be cool. It really do be so.
I especially love the sun. Granted, it sometimes loves its subjects too much. She likes to smother us here with overly warm smiles occasionally. But its better then the mournful laments of irish weather, i tells yeah.

So, what to say. Well i overall, like my family. I think the mother can be a tad bit strict with me sometimes. I miss having internet easily at my disposal. I´ve had it like that for the last number of years. I look forward to the weekends so much here. But i do recommend the au pair experience. Its great craic once you meet people you can loiter with. The nightlife seems very promising. I will let you know, once i experience the all nighter, which will be this sat.

The child is called Pablo. And yes, lucky me, I only have one. Still, all children are hand fulls, but he likes me a fair bit. My attention is hugely overshadowed by his parent´s. Which is fairly normal. I much prefer working the mornings and having afternoos off. Its more relaxing and better this way for me, and the boy me thinks.

I have met plenty au pairs here, and its nice, because, despite the fact we all come from different countries, and different backgrounds, we are eternally united by this summer here. I think i want to do this again next year. Its been quite good so far.

Monday was weird. I got very sad and depressed for no real reason. It was just, i guess, a weird hormonal day for me. Im over that now. Seems such an astranged feeling now. I really do like it here. Im rambling again, because ive been on this cpu for so long. Its turning two hours at the this stage. But this is the only free net me is going to get for the net long while. Argh, i should go before this becomes a short story, in length.
adios

Accounting: How I hate you!

I hate accounting! I tried once again sooo hard to get myself an A1! And when i say hard, I mean relatively hard for me. It was symbolic subject! If I could do well in that, ie A1, 100points, then that would mean to me I could do chemical engineering. Maybe it still can be symbolic. Whenever i think i have done enough, or am working hard enough to achieve what I need, and deserve, then suddenly I must do 10% more. I will not be dishearted and selfpitying. I must lift my head up for my next two exams, and then lower it gently towards rim of a glass, containing vodka and lime! So the next time we talk, I will be a free woman. Well till the 26th of june, then i leave ireland for 9 weeks, to au pair in the firey casm of heat that is madrid.

I will return with the knowledge of my results, and hopefully a dark tan to scour the walks of UCC!
Adios,
Lady Shareefy.

ARGGHHH

I hate today so much!
Very few things could make me hate this day more, and the last thing i ever wanted to do was be this way.
My maths paper 2 was such a nightmare, that content, couldn't possibly be part of my vocabulary for a long while to come. I hate this so much because I tried so hard to get myself the A grade that I so badly wanted, and now my efforts were futile! I know if I was as capable as I thought I was, i should have done fine, but thats life isn't it.

You can also see from how badly written this is, that an A in english isn't likely either.

Lets just say, I'm very grateful paper 1 went better.

Life sucks.
Over and Out

Day Saturday! the first of the lc :D

Oh, I do love to say, I am finished with the blasted, cursed Irish. I don't have to see a silly piece of stair na gaeilge arís go deo na deora, mo stór. Ach, ní mór dom a rá, nach bhfuil mo ghaeilge go h-ainnis, ach fós níl sé ar fheabhas fresin. Don't get me wrong, I think its a lovely language and we should be proud of our culture and our past, but lets say not as proud of our literary past please. Forcing teenagers, who are barely capable of holding a conversation with a gaelgóir, to learn and discuss poetry is ridiculous. So I'm done!

Piece by piece i will discover who I am. I do like to pretend I could be great in the future, but perhaps I should be content with good. But, whats good? I'll never be great as far as I am concerned, because once you become great, the war is over. And rather like "nineteen eighty-four", we need a continuous symbolic war to ensure the control and command of one's soul.

Next time we speak dear blog, I will try and explain how I discussed the passions and idealism raged a teenager's soul!
SIlly english papers no?

ANother rant I fear to say

I am an innately boring human being that feels a constant need to express myself through an unmitigating channel like the internet. I concede I am serverely insecure, and hence, this constant need to validate myself here. But I am normal. Oh, i suppose I am no more insecure then the average person, well teenager. I think most people feel a need to knock themselves about any aspect of their being, is because we feel we are suppose to. If one girl, for instance says she's fat, she should rightly expect a simultaneous chorus of "you're not fat" and "look at my ass." Now I know I am amn't fat, and this situation is incredibly hypothetical, I assure. But it is important to note that people who are perceived to be healthily thin (like myself I am told) still feel the shame of having a little extra weight in certain area's afore mentioned. We don't see ourselves through rightful eyes. Our roses tinted glasses were shattered somewhere along this pathway we call life, (cliched i know) and are now slashing the eyes of the barer (less clichéd). So please forgive the lost soul for struggling to see their beauty behind those blood tinted specs. Its more important that we sit back and identify what perhaps is most wrong with ourselves, whether it be our appearance, intelligence, or maybe just personality. I wouldn't be surprised to find the average person having to make amends in more then one.

For me, appearance is something that is not advisable to ever mention, to any human being as long as you can control your emotions. I say this because most people do not see those petty flaws you are haunted by. And dishing them out so rashly only highlights something one wants blatantly ignored.
Personality is a big one. I am a nice, caring person, but I can only take mal-treatment (lets say) for so long before the effort of forgiveness outways any reward. I also have a pleasant tendency to immeadiately judge a person readily. Usually its based around some kind of academic aspiration etc. I regret to say i am academically shallow :( Lets see how karma bites me eh?
Well intelligence fits in here too. But i do very much appreciate the art and abilities at cunning. Its very useful anf tactically clever art to impliment. Not sure how good I am at it, but id imagine poor. I'm more the win allies with honey etc.

Cheerio non existant readers. I only write here for practice for me LC anyways.
Lady Shareefy

My first attempt at specific blog publishment

I have finally finished, and most certainly survived my pre's! Well, there is no point to me being inconspicuous about my age at this point, the mention of the pre's has sealed any sense of mystique i could very well have created for myself. C'est la vie.
Its funny how one keeps hearing on the radio about the fanatical obsession this generation seems to have with blogs and yet anywhere i seem to "blog" my posts are ignored to high heaven. What is it about human that crave any form of communication and a need to be in some way to in some form validate our lives. And that isn't an insult, a race that lives for communication needs some sense of validation from others, its just logical.

But i like it here. I have picked a template, and my username was accepted. Well my username is accepted everywhere, so its true to say its uniquely me. If anyone reads this, then do pop a hello or a causal comment, because i have absolutely no friends on the thing to read this, nor would any of them comment them anyway. Its not a thing we do, and i'm not entirely innocent of the sin. It's a charactoristic of "that" age it seems. We are the generation of the internet, but our persona is as superficial as our interests in it! We quickly read a profile and then make our ever so unbiased and candour minds about this person. I admitedly am not the best, i make quick and rash judgements, but what silver lining can you find from

"hey y'all, dats me n me homies, jst chilln lik, dats me n da middle. jst tak a luk round my site and leev a comment. xoxoxo"

or maybe im just a cynical young fool at my tender age of 1*

well i decided to keep some mystique.

Lady Shareefy :D
(more to come, my mind is mentally drained at the moment, stay tuned for blog 2)