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Awesomeness! Wish I’d made it! haha!

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I’m sitting on my bed watching Buffy. Blast from the past. Seems to be a week for those!

I used to be TERRIFIED of Buffy the Vampire Slayer when I was young. They used to have it on Sky 1 constantly from when I was around 8 to when I was about 13. Constantly! Every time you switched the tele to Sky 1 you would be bombarded with violence and RAGE and stuff! No wonder I was a-scared of it! 

I still watched it though. Fascination won out. Irresponsible parenting, Mum and Dad! Gawsh! haha

Ah no.

But yeah.

Giles is the shiz. Knew I’d recognised the Repo Man from somewhere! haha!

The red line is saying that I spelled “recognised” wrong. It wants me to spell it like this: recognized.

REFUSAL. That’s not how we spell here in Ireland. No. No it is not.

Anywho I’m-a stop bitching now and go continue my past-blasting.

I know that nobody reads this, but I’m gonna ask anyways… What scared you as a child??

Love,

Caoimhe

xxx 

The best child EVER! I want one of him! 

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So… I got the DVD of Beauty and the Beast for Christmas! It was the highlight of my young existence! I mean, fo’ serious! I hadn’t seen it for YEARS! When I was little I used to run around the house pretending I was Belle (often with a towel over my head like a bandanna…) talking to my imaginary horse. I was a strange child.

But yeah! Watching that film again was like reliving every day of my young childhood all over again. It was like whenever I re-read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, you get this warm, swelling feeling in your chest just behind the bottom of your rib-cage and then your heart goes all gooey and then the memories all swoosh back and slap you in the face. In a good way, though. It’s a good sort of slap.

I think that that nostalgia-slap thing is like your inner-5-year-old self reminding you that they’re still there. Not that I normally need any reminding, I already act like a 5 year old most of the time, my inner-child is still well alive and thriving, I feed her every day.

But it’s still a reminder. It says ” Hello. I’m 5”. And then you say “Hi. I’m not 5. I am [insert age here]”. Then it says “Life was so much more awesomely cool and fun when you were me”.

And then you feel depressed. But then you don’t feel depressed anymore and you just feel like a kid again. Because you have said to yourself “This is shit. Being older sucks” and you have pretty much decided to think like a small child for the duration of whatever nostalgia-slap activity, book, film or song that has just attacked you.

And it is the SHIZZ!

Jeepers Creepers, I mean, I switched that film on, lay on my tummy on my bed and I watched the shit out of that film! I bitched about some stuff of course (like how the hey did Belle manage to get the Beast onto her horse when he was passed out in the snow? He’s like, at least 4 times the size of her and she doesn’t look all that strong!), but then I’d get another strong slap upside the head and the story would capture me again. 

I think that everyone has at least one film that does this to them. It’s quite probably a Disney film, too. Or a Don Bluth (Oh Fievel!). That’s the reason Toy Story 3 did so well. Because everyone over the age of 15 who went to see that film was bombarded with memories of the first time they saw Toy Story and by how much they loved it. That’s why there was not a dry eye in the cinema by the time it was over. Gosh, I cried about 4 times through that film! Men cried at that film! I’m pretty sure that Arnold Schwarzenegger cried at that film! 

Because they all got a belt with the nostalgia stick. 

That 5 year old can well smack!

Eels - Everything’s Gonna Be Cool This Christmas

Such a TUNE! haha!

Okieeees… SO! It has been a full week without running water!

It’s like the dark ages, fo’ serious! Haha! It’s getting a bit out of hand, really! The pipes are all freezy-frozen and stuff. My dad tried to thaw them out using my hairdryer. Obviously that didn’t quite work. I think my hairdryer is dead. 

It was quite the operation getting the Christmas dinner made without water! We’ve buckets of the stuff just randomly scattered around the house! It all turned out fine in the end though! Dinner was made, 15 people ate, drank and had the craic! 

Hope that everyone has had the most spectacularly lovely Christmas and hope everyone got and gave good presents! 

Love and stuff!

Caoimhe

xxx