tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64890838771640257632024-02-07T16:50:19.682-08:00TaralandJust my thoughts and plans and hopes and dreams you know the normal stuffTara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-17849733394049675512010-10-03T15:50:00.000-07:002010-10-03T16:08:22.075-07:00I should really be sleepingSo its ten minutes to 12 on a Sunday night, i have to be up in about 7 and half hours and i decided to update my blog. DISCLAIMER: If this blog is disjointed and makes no sense blame it on the evil tiredness elves.<div><br /></div><div>So I've been in a school for a month now and I've come to the conclusion that its more work then i remember it being. It probably doesn't help that I've taken on an extra subject but still lots of work. Now don't get my wrong I don't completely hate school, in fact I love English, my teacher is awesome and yeah its just generally awesome. So its not that I hate school its more that apart from getting into college I really don't see any use for a lot of my subjects, and that bugs me. Irish for example, I like Irish... well I like the makey upy Irish me and my friends use casually but the subject itself I don't see all that useful. I don't live in an Irish speaking part of Ireland, I don't intend to live in and Irish speaking part of Ireland and in 2 years time when I'm in University (hopefully) I don't see myself worrying about weather I have the right verb ending. To me Irish is really just something I have to do to get to where i want to be, its fun to talk to my friends every now and again in Irish but thats it.</div><div><br /></div><div>In completely unrelated news....I have solved the Rubik's cube!! kind of... As some of you may or may not know there is a youtuber called Dan Brown and he has a tutorial on how to solve a Rubik's cube on his channel. Pretty much all I did was follow his instructions. Easy as pie. I'm not super fast at it yet, I'm still trying to get under 2 minutes. But it just makes me smile knowing I can do it! Also it was on my list of things to do at some point. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lastly, as I said English is my favourite subject. Last week my teacher handed us out 2 articles from the Irish Sunday Times, and told us we would have to write a letter to the editor in response to the article in class. So we did. He corrected them and told some of us that our letters were of publishable quality, mine was one these. So i sent it in and this morning when I got the Sunday Times what did i see ?! Thats right, my letter!! I'm still super excited about it. I can't believe it got published! And now for your viewing pleasure is my letter.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5onHr06-vfnXCD_9f9nr4L2sHZXC3XIb3lBKXhARGDD_24kMTdPeTpxZAHnCPsgDxxRQC3FTm2qRbLFTP2w1O_Ef4qn8mrgjnPeGe6ykvtlYJdyLc2a6Fw6O3cCfolFcACFOEfIK_zg/s1600/sunday.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5onHr06-vfnXCD_9f9nr4L2sHZXC3XIb3lBKXhARGDD_24kMTdPeTpxZAHnCPsgDxxRQC3FTm2qRbLFTP2w1O_Ef4qn8mrgjnPeGe6ykvtlYJdyLc2a6Fw6O3cCfolFcACFOEfIK_zg/s320/sunday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523960190726877154" /></a>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-84787263932342497302010-09-18T05:23:00.000-07:002010-09-18T05:49:20.499-07:00School, Schule, ScoilI haven't posted anything for a while, sorry about that. But I do in fact have a valid reason for it this time. School has started back up again, and where as for the past 4 years I got by (rather well) with not too much work, this year is a lot more trying. <div><br /></div><div>If your not familiar with the Irish schooling system, in secondary school there are 2 exams. The junior cert after 3 years (doesn't qualify you for anything, won't get you into college, pretty much useless) then some schools offer an optional 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span></span> year, known as transition year of TY. After TY, or third year, if you didn't do TY, you go into 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span></span> year. 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span></span> year is the start of the senior cycle and were a lot of the work for the final exam in 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span></span> year is done. I am in 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span></span> year. It is a lot of work, and I cleverly decided to take on an extra subject, and not just any subject, perhaps the most essay heavy next to English. History. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love history, it is my second favourite subject, but my god is it a lot of work and learning off. Because its an extra subject I can opt out at any stage, but i really do want to do it and get a good grade. </div><div><br /></div><div>I really should have mention the exam at the end of 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span></span> year is called the Leaving Certificate. This basically decided if you'll get into your college/university/IT whatever. It is made out to be the be all and end all of your education but really there are countless back door ways into a lot of courses. </div><div><br /></div><div>Your leaving cert results are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">transfered</span></span> into points and certain courses require certain points. The most points you can get is 600. An A1 in a higher level class is worth 100 points and the points decrease as the grades get lower. Most students take 7 subjects, the results from your best 6 subjects are used to determine your points, unless a course has a required subject, then that is used in your points even if you only got a D. If you fail Irish, English or Maths, you have to go through 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span></span> year again and resit the leaving cert (i don't like this rule)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, for my leaving cert <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">i'm</span></span> hoping to get 480 - 500 points, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'd</span></span> love to break 500, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i'd</span></span> be happy with anything over 450 really. The subjects I'm taking for my leaving cert are: Irish, English, Maths,German, Business, Physics, Music and History. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Heres</span></span> what i hope to get in each of them </div><div><br /></div><div>English: A1</div><div>Irish:C/B2</div><div>Maths: A1</div><div>German:B2</div><div>Business: B2</div><div>Physics: B1</div><div>Music: A1</div><div>History: A1</div><div><br /></div><div>The courses <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">i'm</span></span> interested in are Applied Music in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Dundalk</span></span> IT and Media Studies in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Maynooth</span></span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Dundalk</span></span> only requires me to get 2 Cs or higher in any 2 higher level subjects and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Ds</span></span> or higher in ordinary level subjects. Seeing as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">i'm</span></span> only doing one ordinary level class (maths) i think this is more then attainable. Media however requires me to get an A in English, which is quite difficult. I only got B in the junior cert, but i know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">that's</span></span> because i didn't revise my novel well enough and subsequently messed up my novel question. </div><div><br /></div><div>If i don't get into these courses, there are similar ones around the country. These are just the two i have looked at properly. But if i don't get my points or into any college I think i might go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">America</span></span> for a year or two and try to work on my music. Being a successful musician is of course what i truly want to do, but I know that it isn't the most likely thing to happen in the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to this years workload, i really went off on a ramble there. Anyway, its not so much that the workload is ridiculously big, its more that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">I'm</span></span> doing it properly this year and putting in the effort i should, which i must admit I didn't really do before. This has resulted in both my blog and YouTube being ignored. I'm trying to fix this, but i don't know how often I<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">'ll</span></span> be able to update, we shall see.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and in other news i get to sing a solo in choir on Thursday :D </div><div><br /></div><div>And y'all need to see this video </div><br /><div><br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/u7deClndzQw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7deClndzQw?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7deClndzQw?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-58611325607404011222010-08-27T09:59:00.000-07:002010-08-27T10:22:12.593-07:00So I read.....I rather like reading, in fact i might go as far to say as its my second favourite pass time (music being the first). Saying that though, my made of awesome librarian mum puts me to shame, she's like a reading machine. <div><br /></div><div>I remember the book that got me reading, The Giggler Treatment. Its a fantastic kids book and ridiculously funny, to this day it still makes me laugh out loud. That was the book that started me reading on my own, but as I have said before, Harry Potter really brought out the love of books in me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since first reading, The Giggler Treatment and The Harry Potter Series, i have reread them, many, many,many times. And that for me is a sign of a truly amazing book, wanting to reread it, even memorizing pieces of text, because of the way they speak to you. I wish i could say that every book I've read has been like this, but it hasn't, i doubt anyone can say that every book they've read has been that good. I have of course picked up and struggled through books i haven't liked in the slightest. But all in all I know I've read far more good books then bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>When i start reading a book, a lot of the time, and this happened more when i was younger, I would just put it down if it didn't grab me right off the bat. Like for instance, Northern Lights by Phillip Pullman. A friend of mine gave it to me as a present, and I just didn't have the patience to sit down and read it through. Mostly because of the long chapters. I found Northern Lights, at first, to be unreasonably long. I have of course read bigger books, but for me the length of the chapters can really drag a book out. So eventually after hearing how good it was from family members I started to read it properly, and wow. It was an amazing book. Long yes, but still amazing. It completely changed my perspective on books, in that now, even if the book had stupidly long chapters and felt very long, i would still give it a proper chance rather then dismiss it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The reason I'm writing about books, is that I have just finished reading Catching Fire, which if you don't know is the second in the Hunger Games trilogy. It was mindblowingly awesome. But I'm not here to review it. After finishing it I realised that I hadn't been reading as much as i used to and it made me wonder why.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first reason was obvious really. The internet. I love the internet but I'm sad to say that recently I've taken to reading things online rather then picking up a book. Like I will read a REALLY good fanfiction all the way through in one night, even if its stupidly long, in favour of picking up a book. And yes i know fanfiction isn't as good as most published work, but dammit i do love it. I'm not sure why I've taken to this habit, maybe its the amount of time I'm on the computer anyway. But in my opinion i think its because I can be reading it on an open browser on split screen and still be talking to friends, where as i find that more difficult to do with an actual factual physical book. </div><div><br /></div><div>The second reason, is an odd one. My mom's a librarian. Now you would think that having a made of awesome librarian mom would be good for my reading habits. But no, this is because, my mom is in the library the whole time so I don't really have reason to go there when she's not. And thats not really very good. Sure every now and again she'll bring me something that looks awesome, but I'm not getting nearly as many books out as I used to. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have no other real reason, other then laziness on my part. Which is something i plan to fix. I'm going to start reading more actual factual books, that is a promise. I have so many that I have bought shelved and not looked at again, but no more! Speaking of which, Mockingjay tomorrow, you have no idea how excited i am for this book!</div>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-12682250728983807962010-08-12T15:25:00.001-07:002010-08-12T15:48:23.092-07:00My-Bloody-SpaceSo several weeks ago i blogged about how i'm going to really try with this music thing and how i want to live my dream. And i do still want to. In fact I've even started busking! I have actually made money doing what i love. Its wonderful!<div><br /></div><div>This new determination made me, on impulse, today decide to have a look at my old Myspace band page (and yes i know i have blogged about social networking before). So i logged on, and sure enough i remembered my password, which in itself was a mean feat for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once i logged on, i realised it was all new and shiny and seemingly more user friendly. So i had a look at my profile. It was just as i'd left it, completely plain, well bar a few really rough recordings i'd uploaded. I decided the first thing i'd do was get a background image for, well no real reason in particular.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got busy. I went into the edit profile and was about to get to work when i suddenly remembered, i know nothing of HTML or CSS. It was then i remembered why i stopped using Myspace, it was so bloody difficult. Lucky for me however, they had updated it! Basically this meant HTML noobs like me could use it without frying their brains. So i uploaded my background picture, which took like 3 hours, because the pictures i wanted to use weren't big enough and looked awful tiled. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway when i FINALLY got that done and had chosen my colour scheme and all that jazz. I noticed that somehow, at some time,Myspace ( and yes i am blaming them) had managed to put all the information from the bio and what not into a html box. Which is all well and good, but felt rather silly to me.</div><div>Firstly because it meant the information was on there twice and secondly because the html box doesn't seem to understand the concept of the enter button.</div><div><br /></div><div>So i went about my way and deleted it. Only to find that it was still there. This perplexed me. But i reckoned that it was because i hadn't saved or something of the sort. So i went back and did this numerous times, getting more and more frustrated, when i realised that on Myspace changes can take up to 24 hours to update. I felt very foolish. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was about to decide to give up when i though "hmmm maybe i should upload a new song or two" so i did. Well i tried. My upload attempts failed. Now i would've put it down to my terrible internet had it not been for the fact that i have been able to upload all my songs to Facebook. So Myspace its all your fault. I hope your happy Tom! </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway thats my rant over. No real purpose to this blog other then to rant. I hope you don't mind.</div>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-65917872012018878552010-08-06T10:53:00.000-07:002010-08-06T11:09:30.322-07:00There shall be music on the streets of Gorey! ....and KilkennyIf you've read previous posts on this blog, or are a friend of mine you know that I'm a musician singer/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">songwritery</span> person. I love music, right now in fact I'm listening to an awesome <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">play list</span> I made yesterday. Speaking of which if any sentences don't have any context in this blog, its because <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> typing what I'm listening to. This happens a bit to often for my liking. <div><br /></div><div>Anyway, to the point. I was in Gorey. Wait <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> not the point... I was in Gorey and....oh yeah, i went busking! It was rather awesome. I have some experience performing, I sometimes play a song or two with a band called the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">shuck dodgers</span> and I have entered the school talent show twice. So really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">I'm</span> still a novice. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">I'm</span> not going to say that it was the easiest thing in the world or that i was natural, because well because <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">that's</span> not entirely true. Its easy enough to pick up a guitar and get set up and its even easy enough to start playing. But once you start playing and people just walk straight by and don't eh.. contribute it gets a bit awkward, well for me at least.</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily the interest soon picked up, and i was making a bit of money, pretty much doing what i love! Making music. Once I actually got into it and started having a good time, it was really enjoyable and I would have to say the high light of my music...career to date. All in all for an hour and a half's work I made 30 euro which i consider to pretty good.</div><div><br /></div><div>While I was busking a man with a rather complicated looking camera, came up and asked me if i wanted to be in the paper, of course i said yes. He got some information on me from my dad and asked me a few question, well 2 questions but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">I'm</span> still counting it as a sort of interview! Its going to be in the south east time soon, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">I'll</span> probably blog about it again when i get the newspaper.</div><div><br /></div><div>So that was my first experience of busking! I'm going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Kilkenny</span> tomorrow, and yes i am going to busk again while <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">I'm</span> down there and I can't wait!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and i almost forgot i also get to see the genius that is Mick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Flannery</span> live! He is pretty much what i aspire to be as a musician so this is such a big thing to me! I may even get to meet him! And yes i am having a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">fangirl</span> attack right now.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">That's</span> your lot for now folks</div><div>Until i blog again, goodbye.</div>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-67122452595964710102010-07-24T14:48:00.000-07:002010-07-24T14:53:31.778-07:00Zip - a short story<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Zip<br /></div><br />Do you ever just hate it? Hate everything? Life, your family just want it all to go away, to just not be there?<br /><br />No?<br /><br />I can’t say it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had. <br /><br />I’m only 15 years old and my life’s already down the shithole! Mum and Dad dead. My brother tries but you know it’s not the same. He wants to be a parent and a brother at the same time. It don’t work like that. Not in this life. I can’t even remember Mum and Dad. Johnny, that’s my brother, he says I’m better off. I don’t think so. Who is better off not knowing their parents? WHO?!<br /><br />He....he said, he doesn’t want to remember, that they were bad people. But I don’t reckon so. They can’t have been, they’re mum and dad. Mums and Dads aren’t evil. Everyone knows that.<br /><br />He won’t even tell me what happened . Just says they’re dead and that’s the best thing for everyone. Course I love him, but I think he’s a right prick about them.<br /><br />“Zip? Get your ass out here!”<br /><br />Fuck, that’s El, god I love that girl to bits, but she has the worst timing.<br /><br />“El, Just leave me alone. You’re not even allowed in here. Boys Toilets. I know your thick but even you can read pictures”<br /><br />I tried to sound teasing, didn’t sound convincing even to me.<br /><br />“You know the drill Zip; teachers will tell John if you don’t go”<br /><br />I knew that, stupid teachers, they knew nothing!<br /><br />“You just gotta make it through graduation then, you can fuck off for all they care”<br /><br />I knew that too. They pretend to care, acting in “locy parents” or whatever it is. But they don’t as soon as you graduate and decide you ain’t coming back for more, they’re laughing in front of your face not behind it. I really did not want to have to go into a room full of liars and cheats and bastards and sluts and the general scum of society. That’s what we were, students, teachers, the lot. I’m not all high and mighty, I’m as bad as all of them, maybe worse, but at least I don’t lie<br />about it.<br /><br />“Zip come on! You know I’ll drag your skinny ass outta there if I have to!”<br /><br />Ha! She would and all you know. She has some moves my El.<br /><br />We’re not dating or nothing, she’s like my best mate! More of brother than Johnny. She has this thing for leather, denim and chains. Got a bit of Goth look about her. I think she’d kill me if I told anyone she loves “The Backstreet Boys” particularly that Jason bloke. Jason Tumblerton or something. Don’t really give two shits about it to be honest. She just El and that’s all I need really.<br /><br />Me and her don’t look half odd walking round the school. I’m a tall lanky yoke, 6’2 and she’s barely 5 foot not to mention me with my second hand baggy jeans that hang way too low and third hand Nike hoodies and t-shirts, and her with her leather and chains. Some of the lads thinks she’s into chains and whips, you know in the bedroom. I don’t think she is. Not something we really talk about though.<br /><br />“I’m coming you impatient brat” I’ve always called her brat, little nickname, I’m Zip and she a brat. Hell I’ve been called Zip for so long I barely remember my “real” name. I do though, keeps me, like, connected to my parents.<br /><br />She pulled me to the hall, little witch, at least I got to sit beside her. She ain’t got no family either. Well she does, but they’re alchos, they’d sell El if it could get them a beer or vodka or something. Never really like alcohol myself, drink it course, everyone in this school does, well cept for El, she doesn’t cause of her parents, but I never really liked it. I just do it.<br /><br />“Now the last part of this evening’s event. The handing out of certificates”<br /><br />God I hate my headmaster he can make the simplest sentence sound arrogant, thinks he’s so above everyone.....Did he say certificates ?<br /><br />“El” I whispered “did he say certificates? And how longs it been since this thing started “<br /><br />“Yeah he said they’re handing out the certs, and like 2 hours why? “She looked at me kinda weird.<br /><br />“You okay Zip”<br /><br />“Yeah I’m fine” I muttered.<br /><br />Had I just spent 2 hours in my head? Just thinking? I must have, otherwise time was skipping or some other weird sci fi junk was happening.<br /><br />“Zip!”....”Zip! They called your name! Get up!”<br /><br />I looked up; apparently it had been a few minutes since they’d called my name. A few minutes too long. I got up and got my certificate, didn’t shake that bastard of a principles hand though. I think everyone noticed but no one seemed to care. Why would they? I wasn’t there responsibility anymore.<br /><br />The last half hour of that stupid graduation we’re the longest of my life. I could tell I wasn’t the only one itching to get out. Even the teachers were pissed by now.<br /><br />As soon as the bastard said goodnight, I was out the door. Apparently, I’d dragged El with me. I don’t remember doing that.<br /><br />“Hey Zip, hold up, I got an idea.” She paused. I dunno why.<br /><br />“You don’t get nothing from alcohol right?”<br /><br />I nodded, I didn’t know where this was going, but it was El she had her shit in order so course I gotta listen to her.<br /><br />“Well, I got some Coke and E the other day, cause you know me and drink, I was wondering you wanna give them a go?”<br /><br />Drugs? I didn’t know about drugs. Johnny said they were bad. That’s all I’d ever learned about them. “Drugs are bad”, never told why. Still didn’t know if I wanted to take em though, I mean I’d heard some stories of drugs going down the wrong way.<br /><br />“El, I dunno, I mean like I’ve heard stories, and I don’t wanna get sick or nothing like”<br /><br />“Come on Zip, it’ll be fine! And them stories are a load of bull! I’m not gonna take them if you don’t!”<br /><br />Its drugs. What’s the worst that could happen? I always thought them stories were a bit...over the top, and sure I’d heard that they get you feeling good, and I hated most everything , cept El, I needed some feeling good.<br /><br />“Uh, sure El, I’ll give it ago, you know how this shit works?”<br /><br />“Course, you think I came here, uneducated?!”<br /><br />“Bad joke, El”<br /><br />She took my hand, and pulled me back to the boys toilets.<br /><br />“What is it with you and boys, toilets El?”<br /><br />She shot me a death glare I knew she didn’t mean then she gave me a small pill with an “M” on it, looked like the McDonalds logo to me, but I wasn’t gonna argue. She told me to “shove it down my noise hole”, course I did. Then she got this powdered stuff, the coke I reckon. Laid out four lines of it. She took 2 and left me the other ones. I was bit fuzzy cause of the weird M pill, ecstasy I think she called it. But I took the tube, and took my lines. She looked so out of it, I probably looked them same, but man it felt good. So good.<br /><br />Till I collapsed. I just fell in heap, I couldn’t move, it was so weird. I didn’t have clue what was happening. I was so out of it. I think I heard El scream, I don’t remember though really. I just sorta lay there, not moving. It was the best I’d felt in years. It felt like the life was slipping from me. The hate was going with it. It was the best! Till I realised I was dying.<br /><br />I hate life, and all that shit, but I don’t wanna die....<br /><br />I just zoned out for ages. I curled up real tight; I didn’t want the life to spill from me. Then I heard it. The best and worst sound of my life.<br /><br />“Zip you here?” It was Johnny looking for me. I must have been there a long time cause he works real stupid hours, the get home at 4am kind.<br /><br />“Zip?.....Oh god no. Zip!”<br /><br />I heard him fall to his knees, I was trying so hard to say his name, but nothing worked. It was like everything was dead, but my mind was still alive.<br /><br />“How could you do this Zip?” He was crying, my big brother was crying. He wasn’t my parent no more; right now he was my big brother. And he was crying.<br /><br />“I thought...I thought if I didn’t tell you about Mum and Dad you wouldn’t do this. But no your here just like they were.”<br /><br />I didn’t know what he was talking about. Did he think I was dead, like Mum and Dad were?<br /><br />I needed to tell him I was here. I wasn’t gone. I was still his little bro, alive and kicking.<br />He looked at me. That’s all he did, look at me.<br /><br />“So you took after dad, not a one drug kinda man, you like to mix and match”<br /><br />Dad was a druggie? That was news to me. Was mum one too?<br /><br />“Mum, always stuck to heroine”<br /><br />Oh<br /><br />“Now you’re here, on the floor like they were.”<br /><br />I heard a noise in the background, like....like..... like a siren.<br /><br />Then nothing just blackness. And a voice.<br /><br />“Wake up Zip, you gotta wake up”Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-78842551754853198992010-07-24T04:03:00.000-07:002010-07-24T04:52:28.164-07:00So i met Eoin Colfer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLPx46lDcl01WmElEFyhtys2O8_ENROgzAu2NeDfJFzZ_Gvd9sb6d-0PblQZ9l7HuFf_lkcZT9qw8QQry-bkMQNTAi-9sYWNbcAb-4GtES8_6izMbMRAsYZ3BLPR7OkXFNfbPw9DhMAU/s1600/Eoin+3.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLPx46lDcl01WmElEFyhtys2O8_ENROgzAu2NeDfJFzZ_Gvd9sb6d-0PblQZ9l7HuFf_lkcZT9qw8QQry-bkMQNTAi-9sYWNbcAb-4GtES8_6izMbMRAsYZ3BLPR7OkXFNfbPw9DhMAU/s320/Eoin+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497433527926146850" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, so I have to say this Summer has been pretty awesome. I mean i discovered the awesomeness of Doctor Who, I saw Green Day live and I'm just after meeting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eoin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Colfer</span>. A friend of mine said that Summer of 2011 will have a lot to live up to, and he is right.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">There's</span> a chain of bookstores in Ireland (it may be in the UK too, i don't actually know), called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Easons</span>. They've been having these young adult books signings since May. I went to one for an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">author</span> called Derek <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Landy</span> and i was hoping to go to one for Darren <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Shan</span> but other things got in the way.<br /><br />Anyway, so my mum entered her name in to win 2 tickets to this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Eoin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Colfer</span> book signing (if you don't know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Eoin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Colfer</span> wrote the Artemis Fowl series and the new hitchhikers book) and she won. I think its if you enter your name you can fairly certain you'll win.<br /><br />I was, naturally, hyper about this, because i do love his books. I had intended to bring the books of his I owned with me, but i forgot, I blame the dentist. My mum and I walked around town for a while because we were early and we don't often get to go down to Dublin. While we wondered around I bought a Sonic Screwdriver, which I love, and the 2 Artemis Fowl books i didn't own. By the time I actually got to the signing I had 5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Eoin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Colfer</span> books, despite having leaving my own at home.<br /><br />My mum and I were relying on my dad to pick us up, and we knew he was going to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">lateish</span>. So instead of being first in the line<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"></span>, which I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">could've</span> been, I hung around for a while. In this time i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">managed</span> to nab myself 2 posters, which made me very happy.<br /><br />I should probably mention, that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Eoin</span> talked for a while, and is one of the funniest people. Really down to earth and just all round cool guy.<br /><br />I got into the line, my hands bulging with books and posters and then I met the man himself. Apparently, I seemed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">familiar</span>. As far as i know we'd never met before....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">hmmm</span>. So he signed my books and he asked me some general small talk questions, when we managed to get on to the subject of my sonic screwdriver (which I had in my pocket) i then proceeded to take out said screwdriver, hand it to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Eoin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Colfer</span> and explain how it worked, now this was awesome enough, but then we talked about our favourite sci <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">fi</span> shows! And them two moments have made my year!<br /><br />I then said goodbye, left, and went home, annoying my dad with my sonic screwdriver all the way home.Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-2190219334753218232010-07-23T15:26:00.000-07:002010-07-23T15:45:10.430-07:00Its been more then a week.So i haven't exactly been blogging every week like I would. Its not that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> been busy or away or anything of the sort. I've just been lazy, as I am most of the time, but i am going to put in more of an effort.<br /><br />This blog is just a general one to get you up to date with things that are happening, a few of the things i mention I will blog about again, only in more detail.<br /><br />First things first, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i've</span> decided <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> getting a new guitar. A Yamaha <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">APX</span>500 to be exact. Why you ask ? Because it sounds rather nice, the one I have is older then i am and it will just be easier in the long run if and when i start gigging as this one will have an input. So yeah I am rather looking forward to that.<br /><br />Secondly, I have a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtuvdQfCkpY">new video</a> on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">youtube</span>, its a lady gaga cover. Her songs are just so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">coverable</span>. This is a rather short paragraph, I feel its needs one more sentence to be a proper paragraph. I have socks with sheep on, there we go.<br /><br />I also wrote a new short story, which i will post on here in a day or two. Its a bit like a prequel to Steps, which is already on the blog, but both can be read on their own. Its about an event that i mentioned in Steps, but i won't mention it here in case any of you readers haven't read it yet.<br /><br />I have a new song to, its about <a href="http://captainquestionable.tumblr.com/post/850173383">doctor who </a>. Yeah <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">I'm</span> real proud of it. My first venture in to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Trock</span>. I feel this is an important moment. I wrote it mostly because I was bored and I had just gotten my sonic screwdriver.<br /><br />Okay i think <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">that's</span> it for now.<br /><br />Oh wait did I forget to mention i met <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Eoin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Colfer</span> ? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">That's</span> going to be my next blog.<br /><br />I will try to update weekly from now on, I promise.Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-49323755332761691262010-07-05T08:03:00.001-07:002010-07-05T08:05:27.335-07:00Blog updates<span style="font-family: arial;">This is just a short blog to say that i'll be updating weekly not daily from now on :) </span>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-86505056207771217412010-07-04T15:01:00.000-07:002010-07-04T15:28:31.962-07:00Doctor....Who ?<span style="font-family: arial;">So you may or may not have noticed that in my blog about my top ten favourites of things i did not menion tv shows. I thought they deserved a blog of their own! That and i forgot to put them in when i was writing that. So here is just a bit about my favourite tv shows, starting with....<br /><br />Doctor Who. Now i guess i should say now that the only full series I've seen so far is the 5th but i am getting the boxset so will catch up! But I just love this show! The writing is so clever and funny, and the qualtiy acting really does them justice. The characters are just so quirky and loveable and awesome! Just a little note here but i have to say i love Stephen Moffet for putting the doctor in a fez. With villans like the daleks and the cybermen its like a cycle of awesomness. I myself usually forget when shows are on or stop watching halfway through a season but I make a point of seeing Doctor Who week in week out, when its on of course.<br /><br />This next show i only started watching because my cousins in Australia liked it, and i must say they have great taste! The show I am talkin about is NCIS. If you don't know what that stands for its Naval Criminal Investigative Service. Its like C.S.I but better written, with awesomer characters and just in general its better. Oh and its about crimes involving people in the navy. Abbey, a goth forensic scientist, has to be one of my favourite characters ever! She has some of the best lines ever.<br />Director Jenny: I'm not really here<br />Abbey: Do you know how long i've waited to pass into an alternate dimension ?!!<br />And her relationship with Gibbs, the main investigative dude person is so sweet. I think he's like a father figure to her! Abbey may be my favourite character but i love them all really, from Magee's nerdiness to Dinozzo's well i can't really describe what it is about Tony that i love but its there and of course Davids (Dah Veed) badassedness. I just love the show to bits, i will watch the same episode three times just to get all the witty lines or looks!<br /><br />Stephen Fry is like an Idol for me. That man is a genius, and he hosts the next TV show in this list Q.I. I love Q.I for its little obscure facts, like the fact that the little shap the ticketman punches out of your ticket is called a didcot. That fact actually first appears in Douglas Adams' "The Meaning of Liff" and of course he created the show. But its the intelligent banter and jokes, and the sometimes not so intelligent banter and jokes that really make me keep watching. Take for instance my favourite scene, well one of them, the tales of obscurity. This is the answer Ronni Ancona gave<br />when asked what the tales of Obscurity were.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Is this book about the word Obscurity before it got famous, how it was beaten by its adjective father, and left on the doorstep and abandoned by its mother, and then it was the only noun growing up in a house of verbs, and the verbs were always going out doing lovely things, because they're </span></span><em style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;">doing</em><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"> words, and poor Obscurity was stuck inside suffering from asthma, and then after school it was surrounded by quotation marks and got beaten up terribly, and then one day it entered into a reality TV show and it became very famous, and it was much in demand and used to describe all the people that leave Big Brother House? </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I really don't think i need to explain why i love this show, do i ?<br /><br />Pokemon! Now i know I know, aren't I a bit old for pokemon ? Not a chance. I still watch the original series online, can't really beat Ash, Brock and Misty, can you ? It was like the best thing on televison when I was growing up. I didn't get the games until recently, but as a kid i loved the whole friendship thing between the characters and the pokemon. I thought it was really cool that they weren't just pets or tools they were life long friends. And you have to admit the battles were pretty intense!<br /><br />There are so many other TV shows i could've included Star gate, scrubs, house, bones, futurama and many others, but this is what came out. So what are your favourite Tv shows ?<br /><br /></span>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-58819811013384535062010-07-03T12:27:00.000-07:002010-07-03T13:00:51.897-07:00My guilty pleasure<span style="font-family: arial;">We all have them , our little guilty pleasures, weather it be the pop song, you know you should hate or the movie that's so bad you have to love.<br /><br />Fanfiction....or rather Harry Potter Fanfiction. I love it. Now i don't love all of it, some of it, is really bad. But the ones that are well written, have a good plot and characters and aren't too unbelievable are rather enjoyable to read. The thing I like about it is, that even though the series has ended, we can explore what may, or may not happen. I know there are many Harry Potter fans who did not like th epilogue, and fanfictoin gives you the chance to change what happened. To let characters who died live, to see what happened if a character had never exsisted and well if somethings well written why no read it ?<br /><br />Now, this is becoming less and less of a guilty pleasure but musicals. I don't know what it is, maybe its the telling of a story through song or the whole putting on a show of it, but I cannot get enough. I can trace the beginnings of this pleasure back to Calamity Jane. It was the school musical in the school last year, and i was put in the chorus and i still remember the songs. " But its Harry I'm planning to marry". I did like the songs in that musical but i wasn't mad into it. Then i discovered Wicked. Now that just blew me away. The songs were incredible, i mean take Defying Gravity for instance ? Such a beautiful song. As much as i love Wicked i have to say my favourite musical, has to be A very potter musical. Combining my love of Harry and his adventures and music! It is just one of the funniest thing I have ever seen. My favourite character in any musical has to be Draco as played by Lauren Lopez ( at least i think thats her name i'm not certain). It is so funny and well timed and just to use an internet phrase EPIC!!<br /><br />Twilight. Now let me get this straight. I like the books, cause, well they're just a fun read, I don't care about Team Jacob or Team Edward, i am very much team Harry Potter....but i did rather like reading them. Saying that i do enjoy taking the piss out of them as its so easy to do. I have no intention of seeing Eclipse or any of the others movies. I actually hate how people are so obsessed with the characters Jacob and Edward, i mean i'm a Harry Potter fanatic but i love the whole thing not just Harry or any other character.<br /><br />This isn't a great blog, but i'm trying to blog every day so some of them might not be all that great.<br /><br /></span>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-66574974975372715762010-07-02T01:57:00.000-07:002010-07-02T02:46:35.157-07:00Well that was a bit odd.<span style="font-family:arial;">Do you ever have really odd dreams ? I do, everything from a weird dream with portal system that i had to jump through to get through the, for lack of better word, "proper" dream to a dream involving a giant evil mushroom, don't remember much of that one though. So i thought I'd share a few of my weirder dreams with you.<br /><br />When i was younger I had a recurring dream of going fishing, that wasn't the weird part. We'd go fishing for whales inside this giant lake. These whales weren't exactly anatomically correct, they were more like cartoony blue whales, if that makes any sense. So we went out on this little, old creaky boat and we threw in a line and the whale took the bait and sunk the boat. Not being ones to give up we went back again, no no with a bigger boat, the same boat but.....with a car on it. Now i don't really understand how that was supposed to work, and in the end i didn't, the whale sunk that too. Then in a last stitch effort to try and catch this whales we put a bus AND a car on the boat, i still don't understand that logic, and yet again it didn't work. But this time instead of magically appearing on new, with vehicle added boat we were dragged to the bottom of the lake and we had to swim to the top. At this point i should probably mention that the dream had gone from first person to third person and i was now watching someone who looked like Tarzan in a naval uniform swim to the top. Odd one wasn't it ?<br /><br />A few months ago, I had a weird dream, woke up, fell asleep and had another weird dream, this is the second of those. Basically, i was sent off to a summer camp with my dad to see if we could get along better ,as far as I'm concerned we get along fine in real life, but it was a dream so i'm willing to accept it. Anyway when we got there we were told that the was only 2 other people there, and out of all the people it could have been it was Roy Orbison and Voldemort. At this point my dad had gone missing, and i was left alone with Roy and Voldie, who apparently were the best of buds! I'm still not sure were that one came from.<br /><br />This one is the most recent, i had it the night before last. In the dream there was a talent show/variety show being held, apparently in my school (which had somehow magically grown an auditorium right beside the P.E hall). So this group were on stage and they had this very tiny drum kit and they broke it. So i went into the sports hall to find a replacement when i saw this evil super secret agent dude on some super secret spy gear that had apparently been hidden under the floor in the P.E hall, i called in my boss, and he saw it too. Seemingly this guy was part of a group of people who were involved in murders, and was trying to sabotage the second drum kit. So anyway we built the second drum kit, got it on stage and then planned to out the secret agent by writing the truth on the soles of some people shows and showing it to the audience and the camera which had somehow got there, and then i woke up.<br /><br />Lastly, this is a dream that really freaked me out, I had it on the same night as the summer camp dream. My friends and I were adventuring around the world going to each continent. So we decided why not head into the Artic circle. In this dream Michael Jackson had just died of an Ice burg crushing him, in the Artic circle. So we went on up and then we found said ice burg. There was a giant crack in it. So i went up to have a looksie. I looked down through the big crack and what do i see ? Michael Jackson's face and he was croaking for me to help him. That was freaky enough. But then he lifts the ice burg all by his own weight gets up starts walking and then moon walking around the place! I have to say it was really really really weird.<br /><br />So they are a few of my weird dreams. Whats the weirdest dream you've had ?<br /></span>Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-59460691838422403392010-07-01T04:48:00.000-07:002010-07-01T07:53:55.033-07:00The End<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKafW-ZaVEc9hMi8XLQxnzmJb85YNqF4nPvgF4SY1ssftGmmaFYdKxv8M_eZlKsoqRuMqfoOpzfykcrmiEUesYNOyns7jboY6rXHZvsxlM3_iTr0_abZooRiX-IfX0k-ha-FUVCAB5OQ/s1600/deathly+hallows.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKafW-ZaVEc9hMi8XLQxnzmJb85YNqF4nPvgF4SY1ssftGmmaFYdKxv8M_eZlKsoqRuMqfoOpzfykcrmiEUesYNOyns7jboY6rXHZvsxlM3_iTr0_abZooRiX-IfX0k-ha-FUVCAB5OQ/s320/deathly+hallows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488912583331561762" /></a><br />Harry Potter is almost over! Only two more movies, and well then what am i going to go all fangirly over every year ? Of course i could always.....rewatch the movies, reread the books, because really they never get old! <br /><br />As i'm sure you've guessed i'm a Harry Potter fan, a Huge one! And like quite a few Harry Potter fans i don't want it to end, I want a book eight, nine, ten, because well that epilogue didn't really live up to my expectations, but I know that I most likely won't get them, because its hard enough to write 1 books let alone 7, so maybe it isn't fair to ask for more...<br /><br />In my last blog i made a list of my top ten Harry Potter characters and Dobby was number 1. He's just so......Dobby. "Master has given Dobby as sock! Dobby is FREEEE" whats not to love ? But of course i do love all the characters even Voldie! I love little things about each of them, I love Bellatrix's madness, I love Hermione's intelligence and I love Tonks' clumsiness. Every characters has a trait that I have grown to love!<br /><br />I remember when i first saw Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, i was i think maybe 7 or 8 ? But anyway, i was like "but this was in the book and its not there, the book is so much better!". I still maintain that the book is better but i've learned to enjoy the movies in their own right. When i found out the last book was going to be 2 movies i was not happy, at all. I wanted to see the motion picture version of the last in a series i love all in one piece not broken up. But maybe it is for the best. Although it is not the biggest Harry Potter book, there is a lot in it...that and it gives me the opportunity to have a fangirl attack 1 more time. <br /><br />I think it was either 01, or 00 when i got my first Harry Potter book, i remember having it read to me and then me reading it and the second one, and even bringing it into school so that the teacher would read it to the class! It was a big book for me, now unlike a lot of people, it wasn't the book that got me reading, that was the Giggler Treatment by Roddy Doyle (very funny book by the way). But I think Harry Potter started my love of reading. Made me want to discover new books and read as much as i could.<br /><br />I consider Harry Potter to be my childhood, it is something i have grown up with. As i got older and more mature so did the books. I can think back 9 years and remember getting the Chamber of Secrets, i don't remember that much from 9 years ago but i remember that. The memories i have of and have had with Harry Potter don't just bring me to Hogwarts in mind but also to real places, like my living room, when i read The Deathly Hallows in 6 and half hours, or my Nanny's spare bed room were i borrowed her copy of the prisoner of Azkaban. I think that, that is the beauty of the books, apart from the fantastic story, and characters and well just general awesomeness of the books, they have played such a big part in my life, that I can recall nearly every moment i've had with them, and for many other things i can't say the same.Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-51814983745364650402010-06-30T03:31:00.000-07:002010-06-30T18:00:11.813-07:00Top Ten..... ?So i was just thinking today about my top ten books, and i thought, well why don't i make a blog about it. So here it is a blog of my top ten favourite books...and top ten favourite other things as well.<br /><br />Books:<br /><br />The Book Thief - Markus Zusak<br />Looking for Alaska- John Green<br />I am the Messenger- Markus Zusak<br />The Shadow of the wind- Carlos Ruiz Safon<br />Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban- JK Rowling<br />Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince- JK Rowling<br />Paper Towns- John Green<br />The Poison Throne- Celine Kiernan<br />Enders Game - Orson Scott Card<br />Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams<br /><br />Bands/Artists<br /><br />Green Day<br />Mick Flannery<br />Ingrid Michaelson<br />Rise Against<br />Julie Nunes<br />The Beatles<br />Bright Eyes<br />Owl City<br />The Weepies<br />Blue October<br /><br />Songs (on 30/06/10)<br /><br />Kangaroo Cry - Blue October<br />Wake me up When September Ends - Green Day<br />Maybe I will - Julia Nunes<br />You and I - Ingrid Michaelson<br />Lua - Bright Eyes<br />All Star - Smash Mouth<br />Savior - Rise Against<br />Pressure - Paramore<br />The Trial - Pink Floyd<br />If my Heart was a House - Owl City<br /><br />Movies<br /><br />Wall-E<br />Up<br />Juno<br />Lord of the Rings (I'm counting the three as one)<br />Young Frankenstein<br />Star Trek<br />Finding Nemo<br />Toy Story<br />Pan's Labyrinth<br />Monthty Python and the Holy Grail<br /><br /><br />Harry Potter Characters( the last 2 are in no particular order)<br /><br />Dobby<br />Luna Lovegood<br />Harry Potter<br />Severus Snape<br />Hermione Granger<br />Neville Longbottom<br />Remus Lupin <br />Bellatrix LeStrange<br />Fred Weasley<br />George Weasley <br /><br />School Subjects<br /><br />English <br />History<br />Physics<br />Music<br />C.S.P.E (even though i don't have it anymore)<br />I.T<br />Biology<br />German<br />Religion<br />Irish <br /><br />That's the lot. I'm sure you'll all disagree with me on most of them, I'd love to hear your thougths.Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-41424329805126906572010-06-29T13:45:00.001-07:002010-06-30T07:51:42.709-07:00Time for seconds ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TF-27BUVKzXJVInQRUKvgCSgiGYmiPETohpjWbiE5usxB094yN9z-v1V6IDpzqlQVUVCcHGJ7IPylFjA9FjZzb4r_0yG5fmE68ef9NZTgNBN5fqixrbTCqF7vs7FE8ZaXjeVjtG732I/s1600/DSCF1270+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TF-27BUVKzXJVInQRUKvgCSgiGYmiPETohpjWbiE5usxB094yN9z-v1V6IDpzqlQVUVCcHGJ7IPylFjA9FjZzb4r_0yG5fmE68ef9NZTgNBN5fqixrbTCqF7vs7FE8ZaXjeVjtG732I/s320/DSCF1270+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488311655417935394" /></a><br />As some of you may know, Green Day is my favourite band. They just are. I love them, and as you may not know, i saw them last October, and that was a night to remember! <br /><br />But enough about that, this blog is to tell you about last week, when i saw them again! For me it was too good to be true, twice in 1 year ? It was like wow. <br /><br />When i saw them back in October, it was an indoor gig, they'd played the O2 depot, formally known as the Point. It was amazing, the best "big" gig i'd been too. I was really close too. I was about 2 people from the barrier. It blew me away. So as the date for the second time came around I wasn't sure if it would live up to that.<br /><br />This was mainly because it was an outdoor gig, and i haven't had good experience of outdoor gigs, and it seemed to me it was rather hard to get in the pit. But i was still extremely excited.<br /><br />When i got to Marlay Park (the venue) i saw that the line was fairly long, and i thought all hope of getting in the pit was lost. So i stood in line and then the moment of truth. I GOT A PIT PASS! I was so happy to have that little piece of paper around my wrist that i didn't really care about the waiting <br /><br />Some how i ended up further up the line then when i'd started, but i wasn't complaining. When we were released in to the field people swarmed to the pit, i took my time and took a spot at the back of the pit as i knew if i went into the masses i'd end up with one too many elbows to the head. I took out my camera and then came on Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.<br /><br />Now of course I'd heard of Joan Jett, but i knew all of one song, but the set just blew me away. They were some really good songs and i made a note to youtube them when i got home. I played photographer as i always do at gigs, as i like having the memories and well it was a great way to start of. Then came paramore.<br /><br />I am a Paramore fan, have been since I first bought their album in a small underground record store. I'd seen them before so i knew what to expect and they delivered. I sang along with all the songs, or at least the ones i knew the lyrics too and again took some photos, the thing about Paramores set was that they were a bit more well known among the crowd and really got the crowd pumped up for Green Day. <br /><br />I personally think Green Day are the best live band in the world, but i am bias. I just love the whole crowd interaction and the way they can play songs from before i was born and then dive into American Idiot. So i had high expectations, even if i didn't think it was going to be as good as before. <br /><br />They started off with the the first few tracks of the new album and got the crowd going and it was a great start and the rest of the show improved from there. They played such a varied amount of songs, from East Jesus Nowhere, to 2000 light years away to the always funny King for a Day. <br /><br />Of course the show has a set plan, but we had our own little incidents, like a person dressed as scooby doo got pulled on stage and well that was just awesome, we had a ten year old kid with a thick Dublin accent on for east jesus nowhere who was just so cute, and then we had the woman dressed as a nun who got a kiss from Billie Joe, i think she became the envy of every girl there! But one of my favourite moments was during longview when a young man from wexford got pulled on stage, hugged Billie Joe and sang his heart out. That was pretty awesome in itself, but the best was yet to come, Billie told him to do a stage dive so he moved to the back of the stage as if to run and jump, but it was like a jog and a fall, even Billie said it was "awful". It was just a great unique moment.<br /><br />My favourite song of the night, well it was really two songs, was Wake me up/good riddance. They sang wake me up and then went into Good Riddance, it was beautiful, at the end of good riddance they sang the last line of wake me up. But i think the most beautiful moment of that song was when he sang the line "here comes the rain again" and it started to rain, it was very apt and brought a tear to many an eye, i think. <br /><br />I was wrong to think it wouldn't be as good as the first time, it was better, so much better. Perhaps it was because they just put on a better show. But i think it was because i decided to stay back instead of be clobbered by the crowd and i could see everything rather then just one tiny segment of the stage. I just had a better experience i could appreciate it all so much better, and get some better pictures. Best gig of my life to date ? Yes. Best day of my life to date ? Maybe so, i think it just may have been.<br /><br />there's a picture for y'all to enjoy somewhere up there ^ : )Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-73102517278054891392010-06-29T05:52:00.000-07:002010-06-29T12:13:28.612-07:00Football....soccer.....that game with the roundy thing you put in the netIts world cup time, in fact it has been for a few weeks now! So i think this prompts the reaction<br /><br />WOOOOOOOOOOOO GO IRELA....wait we didn't qualify, and of course i being Irish, well partly irish, i blame Mr Henry. <br /><br />But really i don't know why i'm so worked up about it, i'm not that big into soccer. Yes i support a team (spurs) and yes i guess i do follow the Premiership and champions league, but its casually. I can't even name 5 players on the team I support.<br /><br />But there is something about the irish football team, it just invokes a sense of, for lack of a better word, patriotism. Most people in Ireland will tell you that ireland is a sorry state. Our Government is running us into the ground, we're in debt and don't get us started on those banks! But for football we all join in support behind our team. <br /><br />Maybe its because we are seemingly always the underdog, that we a small country can make it in the big leagues! I'm not too sure myself, but i know that every time the play i will don a green t-shirt and shout, scream, wince and celebrate from infront of my television.<br /><br />But of course this year i can't do that, as we aren't there. So this year i'm supporting Holland, as of course i am half dutch, and would you believe it were not doing too badly! Its a nice feeling to have a team that can do well!<br /><br />This year, as with most years there is some controversy. The ball, the linesman, the goalies..*cough Rob Green cough* and of course the always faithful "why aren't we using technology instead of the human eye" debate! The ball, is a problem i can live with my self, as is the linesmen and the goalies. But the technology argument is one i'm am completely behind. I being Irish, can't really show my support for England, but they should've got that goal against Germany, and it may have changed the game, who knows!<br /><br />So football, soccer, that game with the roundy thing you put in the net, whatever you want to call it, is here. Its big and its got the noise of a mosquito up to a microphone and well I love it and i don't know why.Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-46536351341890565892010-06-28T13:08:00.000-07:002010-06-28T16:45:36.601-07:00oh the memories....Well people, today is a big day in history, well my history at any rate. Are you ready for it ? I deleted my bebo page!<br /><br />I know, i know, how could i get rid of my beautiful page, my first social networking experience. Turns out it was rather easy. I've been thinking about doing it for a long time, i mean whats the point of having something there if you never use it ? I went on every now and again, you know to see how things were doing, had any new friend request, did my long lost cousin bob finally find me ?! Turns out he didn't. Nothing new ever happened.<br /><br />Outside of Taraland, in the real world, bebo has been dying a slow death. Its rivals myspace (a site i hate by the way) and facebook (a site i love) have dominated America, really one of the few places Bebo couldn't get off the ground, and then bebo started to lose its European users, its main market were leaving them for facebook. It just wasn't going anywhere fast.<br /><br />This is partly why i deleted it, I mean, as a young person of course i feel under pressure to have the newest watchmacallit and the best dohicky, but a lot of the time i can't so this in a way is my version of that. Being on the new trend, saying that though i was on facebook nearly 2 years ago, so i may have been a bit before my time back then.<br /><br />Another major reason for it, is simply music. Yes, i use social networking sites primarily to interact and talk to my friends, but for me it offers the opportunity to showcase my music and to try and build up a fanbase. I just felt that bebo didn't offer as much as facebook does uploading music wise, and twitter does interaction wise. <br /><br />I guess a reason i won't readily admit is that, facebook is just that bit more grown up, and i guess i have grown up since i got my bebo page. Hell i've stopped typing like i'm missing half my brain! Thats major progress! I feel like i'm moving on, if that makes sense. <br /><br />Bebo has many bad memories for me, that mostly take the shape of broken hearts. One in particular is very memrable as it was my first broken heart. That incident also saw that loss of my best friend. I think i've been hanging on to bebo in the hope of repairing not only that friendship but others aswell and that maybe now its gone i have truely left it all behind.<br /><br />Reading that back, it strikes me that perhaps i'm reading to much into it. Maybe i'm just deleting something i never use.Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-66101901938821319172010-06-27T16:15:00.000-07:002010-06-27T16:28:57.118-07:00Music, music, everywhereSo i guess its been a while, and we're gonna have to go throught that awkward getting to know each other phase again, but....awh shucks i just missed you! That and i have something to talk about.<br /><br />My Music<br /><br />For the longest time i've been saying "i'm gonna be a musician, a singer/songwriter, i'm gonna do what i love" but really i haven't done much about it. Yes i set up the myspace, which i can't bloody use, and yes i have the youtube, which i can't bloody upload to, and yes i set up the facebook which i both can use and upload to, but it hasn't really done much for me. My fanbase is pretty much friends of either me or my family and well thats not really ideal. <br /><br />So i'm taking action, later this summer, sometime in July hopefully, i'm going to record 2 demos and send one of them out. That isn't really a big move its going to take me all of a weekend and several envelopes but i think its a big move for me, i'm going to send one to anyone and everyone, maybe someone will listen, maybe they won't.<br /><br />And i know what your thinking "Isn't she getting a bit ahead of herself, i mean she doesn't even gig!" were you not thinking that ? Well even if you weren't its true, i don't gig, not properly, its not because i don't want to, god how i want do, its because i can't. The only venues i can really play are pubs, and i can't play there until i'm 17. So come this December (or maybe next summer depending on when i can get my stuff together) i'm gonna start gigging, just me and my guitar, and yes i did just quote the belgian eurovision entry.<br /><br />I guess work experience this year made me realise that i don't want to work in an office or 9-5 I want to be playing music that people like and listen to. I want to do what i love. I know there are so many other people who are like me and nothing happens for them but i'm still gonna try. I've given up on a lot over the past 7 years, friends, boys, dreams even getting good grades in Maths but this is something i feel i have to do. <br /><br />As you can tell i've been thinking a lot about my future, especially university. Of course i want to go and further my education, but currently i'm thinking about maybe going to American and try and make something happen if nothings happening in Ireland. I just feel that for me personnaly them four years in university might change a lot. I know people who do both, gig and study, and maybe they're not mutually exclusive, but if music is what i want, and it is what i want, then i have to put my everything into it, not just my spare time, i need to give it my all. I'm chasing a dream, and i'm very happy doing so.Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-53087652652773052042009-09-26T16:39:00.000-07:002009-09-26T16:42:33.836-07:00StepsHow many steps do we take in a lifetime? They all take us somewhere. But how many take us to where we want to go. Where we want to be? My steps took me to the top of a building, staring down at the rainbow of cars streaming past on the abyss of black tarmac. Looking down on them I was alone in the world. All there was, was white noise. But good things don’t last forever<br /><br />“Johnny don’t do it!”<br /><br />I could tell without looking around that it was my brother, Zipper. Well that’s not his “real” name but that’s what he’s been to me since the day he was born so I reckon that’s who he’ll stay. <br /><br />He’s pretty much all I’d had growing up. My little brother. He always seemed older though. He was focused on the future. Not the past. Not like me. All I’ve ever thought about was mom and dad. They died when I was 6. 13 years ago at this stage I think. I found them drugged up and dead on the floor. At least in death they were better parents. They left us a bad name and some bad memories. Which is more than they gave us in life. I’m glad Zipper can’t remember. I still cry myself to sleep. Don’t know why anymore though I think its more habit at this stage.<br /><br />“Don’t do what Zipper?” <br /><br />“Don’t jump Johnny! What else would I be talking about!” <br /><br />He was screaming by then. He never screams. He can be loud but he doesn’t scream. He’s much too controlled<br /><br />“Wow Zippy not so docile today are we? Wrong side of bed this morning?”<br /><br />“Stop with the jokes Johnny. Just shut it. I lost mom and dad. I ain’t losing you too. So just come down from that nice ledge of yours and don’t jump! “ <br /><br />I paused for a moment. Was that why I was up here? To jump? That didn’t seem like me at all. Falling is much more my thing. No responsibility that way<br /><br />I slowly raised my head. The sky was, as always, gray and overcast.<br /><br />“Zipper I ain’t gonna jump. Not today”<br /><br />I looked back down at the street below<br /><br />“Today’s a day for falling.”<br /><br />“Falling. What the hell does that mean?”<br /><br />I spoke slowly. More to myself then him.<br /><br />“It means I’m just gonna…….. fall.”<br /><br />I wasn’t sure what I meant. Just falling. I don’t think there’s just anything. Everything’s connected to something. Every action has consequence. Falling wouldn’t be a “just”. Not for me<br /><br />“Stop talking outta your ass Johnny. Just come off your ledge and come home. Just come home. I’ll make you dinner and we’ll talk some stuff out if want.. I need you. I NEED you. Come down Johnny. Please”<br /><br />I could hear the tears in his voice as it cracked and faltered. But all I could think about was that little word just. What would happen if I just go home ? I’ll have to get another job. Cause ones not enough, Ones never enough of anything. There are always more people at your door. With that knock that somehow makes you feel lesser cause you owe them money. As if that gives them the right to lord it over you. To look down on you. No, home’s not a just either. <br /><br />“Need me Zipper? You’re going further then I ever could” my voice faltered. “You don’t need me you never have” <br /><br />He was quiet. Sometimes silence is an answer sometimes it answers all of life questions. Not now. Now it was awkward and uneasy and full of doubt. Doubt in the question, doubt in my self, doubt in my brother and doubt in the answer I hadn’t yet heard<br /><br />“Johnny” he was whispering now, “Johnny I need you. I’ve needed you every day of my life. Without you I’d never have made it to here and now. I’d have given up that day at school. Remember that ? That’s why I need you. I need you to stop turning into Mum cause I’m everything dad was already.”<br /><br />I remembered that day. It was burned into my memory. Last day of year 9, I found him 2 hours after school was over on the floor of the bathroom. Drugged up on coke and god knows what else. Just like dad. Mum was more of a one drug kinda woman. Heroin was her death of choice. I got him to hospital. He swore to me he would never take again. So far i think he hasn’t but he feels like he needs me there to stop him relapsing. Maybe he does. I don’t know anymore. <br /><br />“And Johnny don’t pretend for a second that you don’t need me. You do. I help you take one step at a time. We need each other”.<br /><br />He was right the steps get harder every day. He helps me put one foot in front of the othe……..but it was those steps that brought me here that made this happen. Though walking up them stairs to get here seems like a memory of someone else’s dream. I wish it was.<br /><br />“Zipper. You’re not dad. He wouldn’t be here right now” it was all I could think to say. I couldn’t murmur reassuring words cause I still wasn’t sure what I was doing. I couldn’t tell him I was gonna step down off the ledge and go home. ‘Cause I didn’t know if I would. I wanted to but I couldn’t tell him anything.<br /><br />I slowly lifted my leg up. Testing the waters. Could I fall all by myself ? All the way down there ?<br /><br />I took a deep breath. For some reason I started to notice the sweat on my brow and I started counting my breaths.<br /><br />1,2,3,4<br /><br />The wind was calling to me<br /><br />Fall.Fall.Fall. A rhythm in time with my heartbeat.<br /><br />I could make my own “just” My own stand alone moment. Not connected to anything else. <br /><br />“JOHNNY DON’T YOU DARE” I flinched at his voice “you’re gonna turn around and come home. Please Johnny do it for me”<br /><br />I heard him as his steps came closer. The slow tap on the ground as he came towards me. Tap, tap, tap. I felt him raise his hand to touch me. I could hear him breathing, heavily and unevenly. I always told him he should give up smoking. And then I felt his hand on my shoulder<br /><br />My pulse slowed and the chanting died <br /><br />I lowered my foot and slowly turned around. I closed my eyes so I could put off looking at him. I knew one look at him would dispel any notion I had of falling. Zipper could make me do anything he wanted. I think he knew that. <br /><br />I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want him to take away a choice that should have been mine. <br /><br />I slowly began to turn around. I would put it off as long as I could.<br /><br />“Zipper I ain’t gonna jump or fall give me room to get down mate”<br /><br />I hoped he didn’t realize I couldn’t make myself look at him. Even though it was over. I still wanted to disillusion myself with the thought that I had a choice. <br /><br />I opened my eyes and looked down at the concrete. No more rainbow of cars on the stream of tarmac and for some reason that cleared my head.<br /><br />“Zip, how did you know I was here, I didn’t even know I was coming here”<br /><br />“Johnny there’s news helicopters all around you. I can’t believe you didn’t hear them your face has been on the news for nearly two hours now” <br /><br />He paused<br /><br />“you sure you’re okay ? “<br /><br />I looked up and I heard and saw everything, the helicopters in the sky and the noises from the people on the street. I missed my white noise.<br /><br />“Yeah I’m fine Zip, just…..” <br /><br />I stopped myself I was looking at him now. Something wasn’t right. He wasn’t good old Zip. It wasn’t my little brother. It was mom and dad. I saw the same pasty skin, shifty and tired eyes, the nervousness and, out of the corner of his pocket, I could see the tell tale little brown bag.<br /><br />“Just what Johnny ? “<br /><br />“Zip what’s that ?” <br /><br />“What’s what Johnny? I think you should go to a doctor or something you don’t look right”<br /><br />I was shaking with anger now.<br /><br />How could he relapse? After all I did for him . After what happened to mom and dad. After he future I had worked so hard to give him. How the hell could he ? <br /><br />“The bag the goddamn bag Zip. Whats the bag for ? “<br /><br />“Its just some…………….shopping Johnny”<br /><br />I looked into his big blue eyes. His bloodshot blue eyes. Moms eyes. The eyes that were staring at me from her cold lifeless body and I saw it. I saw it all. I saw my life mapped out because of this one moment. If I took that last step to him I would spend the rest of my life, or his, which ever ended first, helping him get clean and watching him relapse. I looked at him. He couldn’t look back at me. <br /><br /><br />I turned around and looked at the skyline. The beautifully imperfect skyline. I could see night encroaching on the day. The background noise slowly began to fade away. I was gonna get back my white noise. I suddenly felt a drop of rain fall softly on my forehead<br /><br />“Zipper, they say the eye of the storm is the most dangerous, lures you into a false sense of security. I think the past 12 years have been the eye of my storm.”<br /><br />I paused. Words are hard sometimes.<br /><br />“I was wrong Zipper, you are dad, and I’m not waiting around to see you turn into mum. Zipper, today’s not for falling. Its for jumping.”<br /><br />I ran. I ran as hard as I could for my ledge, my jump, my fall. The ground was gone. All there was, was the wind whispering in my ears <br /><br />Jump.Fall.Fly<br /><br />I was flying though the air. I knew it would have to end and I would have to feel the confines of ground again and its confines of steps but this was my moment. <br /><br />I knew that when it ended so would I . But I savored every fragment of the seconds I had. I didn’t see a white light or memories flashing before my eyes. I saw the rainbow of cars and the stream of tarmac and the people all blur together. I saw the world right now. My city as it was in that moment. It was horrific and beautiful all at once. Because that’s what the world is.<br /><br />Then there was nothing. Just nothing. Sweet beautiful “just nothing”<br /><br />My nothing..Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-89660250315121294432009-06-24T14:59:00.000-07:002009-06-25T08:57:01.048-07:00Its ...................... REVIEW timewell as most of you probably don't know reviews aren't exactly what i'm best at :D But i just felt this book deserved one<br /><br />The crowded shadows- Celine Kiernan<br /><br />I remember when went to the book launch of the first book the poison throne having finished it before hand and thinking..................why oh bloody why do i have to wait so long for book 2. But it was worth it.<br /><br />Its been a while since i've founda book that truely captures my imagination but this book or rather these books do. Its impossible not to love the characters and the relationships and the general i suppose feel of the book.<br /><br />I personnaly write a bit myself mostly short stories that lack dept in my honest opinion. So this i supose has given me a greater admiration for books and stories that have the imagery to bring to a place and immerse you in its surroundings, way of life, culture and enviroment. This book does all that and seems to do it seamlessly almost like the author has lived these characters lived and the stories has always been waiting to be told.<br /><br />I being irish have been studying irish since i started school . Its not my best subject but i don't dislike it. I love the way this book embraces that irish language with little phrases and words. Like sceal and my personnal favourite Craoi eile (excuse my spelling like i said not my best subject) . I find the way christopher refers to Wynter as his other heart so immensly heart warming that i was practicly trying to dive into the book to tell him so. Apart from the fact that i love the sentiment of that practicular phrase i love how an irish author has used irish as a part of this story its said to be a dieing language but if all irish authors embraced it liek this i doubt it would ever die.<br /><br />In case your wondering i'm deliberatly ( again sorry for my spelling) avoiding the topic of what happens in the book itself this is as i feel it is a story that needs to be read to be apriciated it needs to be taken in one word at a time . But perhaps my favourite part of the book is not the exciting pulse racing nerve rackingly insanely suspense filled moments but the Wynter Christopher relationship. This has fascinated me from the beginning and it continues to do so. The way it evolves and progresses and changes has had me turning pages and reading words faster then i thought possible.<br /><br />To round off. I like to think i have a good archive of books in my read section from Harry potter to the kite runner to twilight to The shadow of the wind. All of them i are books i have enjoyed reading and rereading. But this book and the whole trilogy deserves its own spot in my all time top books of the universe and all other universes ever. It holds its own ( in my opinion) against the thrills of harry potter and the relationships of twilight and the downright awesomeness of the book thief, his dark materials and well any other book i 've read.<br /><br />So all in all this book is a must read. It is a book that would capture anyones imagination it will take you to another time and place and you will never want to leave because one becomes entrawled in its stories. If i had a say in the matter i would not let this trilogoy stop at three books. But alas i do not. All i can do know is sit and wait impatiently for book 3 which will undoubtly surpass the previous two books.Tara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489083877164025763.post-32357901436185229472008-10-08T13:27:00.000-07:002008-10-08T13:32:53.459-07:00BATMAN!well........ my first blog i'm so proud :P i guess this is so i can document the thing i call a life :D yeah i know boring . But still exiciting things might happen (fat chance)<br /><br />Anywho..........BATMAN....... what can i say the perfect blog title adam west was the best batman ever KAPOW! holy inflatable sharks batman :P and Robin the sidekick........... i could spend a life time on him alone but ya know....sore fingers and what not. Good thing i had this shark repelent spray.<br /><br />My hero................:P<br /><br />well exciting............... yeha i got nothing does new amp count ? oh my lightbulb went out thats exciting :D yeah my standards are low............<br /><br />laters all.<br /><br />TazTara Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14865877388034957242noreply@blogger.com0