I am gifted
with a family that if I could, I would choose. That said, I’m only including my
immediate family in that, seeing as if I could I would boot a few of my
extended family members out into a different universe, and then turn them into
goats or similar avatars that they couldn’t cause trouble with.
Wednesday 28 November 2012
Saturday 24 November 2012
E - Emma
Whenever I
grumble about my name, I’m assured by the nearest person that Emma is a
perfectly nice name. Of course, they’re called something like ‘Natasha’ or
something normal, but not very common. They don’t understand the annoyance of
your name being called out by every stranger, making you freeze in mid pee in
the toilet, or turn to look at someone, who gives you an embarrassed look and
waves over your shoulder.
I may get to
be named after a Jane Austen novel, but I could also have been named after a
Spice Girl or any assorted person on the planet. Of course, to every teacher
who reads the class roll, my name is
unusual.
Labels:
Batman,
bibliophile,
birds,
books,
Cinderella,
individualism,
innocence,
Jane Austen,
life,
love,
relationships,
Romeo and Juliet,
Shakespeare,
Snow White,
Spice Girls,
strength.,
teenagers,
writing
Wednesday 21 November 2012
D - Darcy
We all have
a name that could have been, a list scrawled in messy adult handwriting that
could have been our label, our calling card. For me, it was Darcy. My mam is a
big reader too, and had I been born a boy, Darcy (Mr Darcy) from Pride and Prejudice
was number one on my parents’ list.
Saturday 17 November 2012
C - Cathal
I was an
only child for almost seven years; seven quiet and comfortable years, at least for
me. I was a very loud child. I seldom shut my mouth and could talk for hours
about pretty much anything. I used to sing to people on the aeroplane, talk to
doctors, assuring them that they couldn’t get anything past me and anyone who
visited our house was in for a very long night of constant interrogation. Recently,
my dad was chatting to one of his old friends and he looked at me and said, “She’s
not talking”. He met me once, when I was two, and I talked non-stop for three
hours.
Labels:
brother,
business,
chess,
cycling,
daydreams,
diplomacy.,
DS,
Junior Cert,
Mario,
playstation,
Pokemon,
Skyrim,
talking
Tuesday 13 November 2012
B - Books
I could
preach all day about how wonderful books are, and I think I may do just that! I
started reading when I was quite young, beginning my journey with the usual
suspects, the Famous Five, Secret Seven and the Five Find-Outers. I loved those
books and the sense of each chapter adding new pieces to the puzzle, followed
by the final revelation, sometimes accompanied by an excited ‘I knew it!’ from
my end. My path followed quite naturally then to Harry Potter, which had the
same sense of a ‘mystery’ that had to be solved. I followed Harry through the
corridors of Hogwarts, longing for my own four poster bed, my own owl, my own
spell books and the cushy armchairs in the Gryffindor common room, or perhaps
the magnificent view of the grounds of Hogwarts from the airiness of
Ravenclaw’s tower common room.
Saturday 10 November 2012
A - About Me
I, like
every other resident of this planet, have spent my life being moulded, adjusted
and reshaped by many parties, each intent on making the perfect me, the right
kind of me. I’ve been influenced by every cartoon, every movie watched over the
top of my DS, every word I’ve heard and every person I’ve admired.
My first
solid ambition in life was to be a Pokémon Trainer and the second was to go to
Hogwarts and live in the library; not exactly realistic goals. Even now, these
ambitions still tug at my heartstrings, evoking the same kind of longing they
did since the day they popped into my overcrowded head. I still sometimes add
my longing to live in Hogwarts to the end of my diary entries, where I place
all my thoughts, both magical and mundane.
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