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Do you ever just wish that you've been having a bad dream, and when you wake up everything will actually be alright again?

I don't even know what to write here, because it won't describe how I'm feeling accurately enough.

This day has went in so slowly. More slowly than normal- i honestly feel like i should just go to bed soon. Thing is, i know i will not get to sleep and will spend my whole night worrying.

I also have lots of work to do, but i cannot bring myself to do it...it just doesn't really seem appropriate, but i know i'll have to do it sometime.

Today has really put things into perspective for me, and made me realize that i need to start appreciating life more because, after all, it is very fragile.
This scares me.

Anyway, i'm going to go now.

Sunshine on my window makes me happy, like I should be...

Due to the fact that I seldom update this thing, I always feel that when I do, I have so much to write about. I'm not even sure where to start. Well...

The past month has been quite an eventful one.

Our school is showing a production of Grease next October, which we are all really excited about. We've always wanted BHS to have some sort of play, but the fact that it's Grease makes it even more exciting. I mean we've all pranced about our bedroom in a pair of shorts, holding a hairbrush and singing " Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee!" At least I hope so- perhaps it was just me, the weird child who thought wearing socks over my arms in the hope that it'd look like gloves, as well as green lycra shorts, was cool.

Anyway, Catherine got the part of Sandy, which means that we don't have to watch some eejit who can't sing standing on stage, ruining the character. She will actually be good, and suits the role of Sandy perfectly. I'm really chuffed for her.

I also turned Seventeen. Like most years, I feel no different than I did the year before. I almost feel like I'm not growing up or something, but as long as embracing my inner child continues to make me happy, I'll continue doing so.
I had a really nice birthday- just had some friends over to watch a dvd, but it was good banter. I also got some very lovely presents from my equally lovely friends.

My birthday, however, wasn't really my priority, since I was too busy looking forward to the formal, which, I might add, was absolutely amazing and totally exceeded my expectations. Everyone looked gorgeous in their dresses and the limo was such a good laugh. Despite the fact that our limo driver was unsafe and talked on his mobile for the majority of the time, and that our "champagne" wasn't really champagne, we managed to make the most of it.

We danced to lots of really great songs, which we put on our own little cd.
We took lots and lots of photos, which I have now put up on bebo. It's so unsual to see pictures of myself where I'm actually looking normal. Usually I'm pulling weird faces or just generally being odd- it's ncie to know I can actually be normal. We also figured that since the opportunity of blasting music from a car never really arises, we would use the formal as an excuse for doing so. So, as we were approaching the Clandeboye, we rolled down the window, turned up the music in the limo, and acted as if that's the sort of thing we normally do. That, I imagine, is probably the most rebellious thing us bunch of geeks will ever do in our entire lives.

The formal itself was anything but disappointing. It entailed lots of dancing, to the extent that my dress was stuck to me like cling-film in the end, someone spilling juice all over my dress, Sarah getting drunk and being very amusing, lots of steek beats and many photos being taken. Fab, in other words.
By the end of the night I had made many discoveries:
1) Sarah " loves me very much"
2) Caters and I looked like we were " out of it" despite being the most sober people there.
3)BHS has some of the biggest sleazes around.
4)It is not easy to dance in a formal dress, in fact, it is extremely dangerous and causes one to trip many times.
5)I have brilliant friends, who made the formal the fun night it was.

Can't wait 'til next year's one.

After making a gradual recovery from the excitement of Friday night, Caters and I decided to head off to the home of sweet Molly Malone i.e. Dublin's fair city on Tuesday.Surprisingly, we didn't get lost. Unfortunately this isn't because we are in anyway good at reading maps, but because we used our common sense and followed the tram lines lol. Ingenious? I think so.

We had lunch in good old McDonald's, because we're very classy and wanted to try some typical irish gourmet haha. We then walked about, being silly and looking for bargains in shops. We went to Penny's first, of course...but for some reason, I didn't end up buying anything.

We also went to H&M and took photos of us wearing really huge sunglasses. It was highly amusing. After much deliberation, we got the sightseeing bus tour. We were initially unsure about getting it, in case it didn't bring us back to O'Connoll street and we would become totally lost as a result of it. Thankfully we were allowed to stay on it, therefore we got right back to the place where we started. It was just a tad bit windy on the top of the coach and mine and Caters' fingers were a bit whiter than normal, but it was fun nevertheless.

Our busdriver even entertained us by singing some good ol' irish tunes.
After the sightseeing tour, we did some more shopping. To be honest, we spent a good bit of our time trying to find shops, which weren't chavvy. They're quite a fan of having shops down there that seem nice from the outside, but once you get inside are filled with blinding milly bling. We did buy some lovely masks from Claire's- mine was a monkey, and Caters' was a ladybird. Even though they were designed to fit a five-year-old, we still managed to make them look sexy.

We ate dinner on the coach back to Belfast, which, I have to say, was a very amusing journey. Two guys whom we guessed were spanish ( since one was speaking spanish to a girl sitting across from him) sat in front of us. We spent quite a while trying to work out whether or not they were hot. While trying to do this, we heard the "spanish" guy saying "oui" to his french and so we worked out that they were actually french. SCORE! Both of us could have a go at translating.

Unfortunately for us, we didn't think that they might have been able to speak english, so we weren't really worried about them overhearing our conversation about who was hotter and my comment of " Catherine, you aren't picky. Have the one on the left." They were equally as presumptuous, however, in thinking that neither of us could speak french or spanish, and therefore could understand them talking about the silly "chicas" sitting behind them. Whoops for us. All in all, a great day was had.

Yesterday Caters and I made our first trip of the season to Mauds. It was rather on the chilly side though, and my finger decided to go bright white again. Not good. We had a nice time, and managed to make it past the yobbos on Prince Andrew Way without being attacked. I always knew there was something intimidating about us.

I'm going to go now and attempt to do some form of work, whatever it may be.

Happy Easter everyone!

Talk soon.