A proper update of last year. It's an essay. AN ESSAY.
So, 2005/2006 New Years Eve, I spent in bed with Mearnsy and a packet of Tayto cheese and onion crisps. We watched the fireworks up Skyline, and then the fireworks on the TV…that I remember were ruined by the stupid commentator. I spent January working, and earning loads. I was completely overwhelmed with the amount of money I had, and I found that I wasted it on starting a DVD collection, and increasing the amount of alcohol I drank. I collected a bunch of memories from working…some I picked from Livejournal include a women we named ‘minge fringe’, a man who used to walk past the shop whistling constantly, two Chinese men who came into the shop when I locked Beth in the cupboard and who thought I had torrettes, because I kept laughing to myself. Then there were the top legends, ‘Sketchers girl’ and ‘credit note collector’. I actually really miss working, and miss all the times Beth and me tricked Darren, and played jokes on him. I remember that January was also filled with me being in really weird moods, and getting nervous and shaking and having butterflies all the time, for no reason at all. January was also the month in which Danny had his house party…it was one of the funniest nights of my life. It was Danny, Karl, Gatts, Peadar, Conor, Flea, Gary and me…all drunk and just laughing at absolutely everything - especially Gary’s comment about “exploding chickens”. January was also the month we met Total Richard in Auntie Annies. In fact, I spent all my time in Auntie Annies. Another thing I remember from January was the fact that I was clearly best friends with Serdah, and she got really ill. It was in January that I began to hate Luke. Which was a massive change in my life, considering I had the biggest crush on him EVER. But stuff happened, and my views on the opposite sex changed forever. Finally, another important part of January was work experience, which I did in my mom’s work. It made me realise how much I love children. It made me so happy, that I truly wanted to stop going to school, and start a job working with kids.
February was also spent in Auntie Annies. So many of my ‘February memories’ come from times in Auntie Annies…for example, Anna’s birthday, meeting Busted - and playing Busted related games with Anna outside afterwards, and meeting Emo Dave - which is one of the biggest regrets I have. It’s making me laugh now, but he was actually just a big creep. It was also in February that I properly went out with just Anna and me - just us two and just to have a laugh and whatever. It was a really, really, funny night…and the chat we had downstairs will never be forgotten. In February I built loads of memories with Serdah…like staying at her mansion. I also remember in February, when I brought the two Sarahs home…and Serdah fell asleep sucking her thumb, while Sarah couldn’t sleep because she was too afraid of Rory coming downstairs and seeing her. It was in February that I had my last bowl of Lucky Charms - which was pretty depressing, since they made my life. (But don’t worry, I plan to go back to America to buy some more.) I still had heaps of money in February, and was still buying stupidly large numbers of DVDs. Words like ‘lezzer’ and ‘totally gay’ became really big in February thanks to Anna and myself…and us being the legends that we are. I was first introduced to Lindsay in February, and meeting him is something I’ll cherish forever, because he is actually one of the most amazing people ever. February 2006 was amazing due to the amount of Valentines I ended up with. Also, on Valentines Day, I got to see Jammy…Which made my life. I remember in February that we won the rugby match against RBAI (14 - 0)…and the day of the rugby was really special because it was snowing, and Natalie (Israel’s friend) had just died, and we had a minute’s silence for her.
According to my Livejournal, March was a busy month for me. Apparently the best Psychology lessons ever happened in March. Also, it was snowing all the time…which is always good. ‘Total’ hit it HUGE, and my Livejournal has ‘total’ written like 34356466564646 billion times in posts that were made in March. I also remember that March was amazing due to the fun I had in the gym with everyone - especially Jasmin. Also, I had sexy fun during Shankill Road games with Sarah. The Easter Concert took place in March, and it was made extra special because Reb made a guest appearance. The night of the Easter Concert, I came home to find Nigel and Beth drunk. - Oh, and Nigel had come home from England for a holiday…and during her stay, we went to see Madame Butterfly Ballet in the Grand Opera House, and that was actually amazing. I read from my Livejournal that when Nigel went home to England, I got angry…and I got especially angry because it resulted in Beth cancelling our trip to see Nigel and Shane to go and see Imogen Heap. Then I got really angry because Linx and me were going to see Fightstar backstage, and they cancelled their gig - but even though this sucked, I spent the day and night walking around Belfast with Lindsay, then getting drunk with him, Beth and Darren in Auntie Annies. Auntie Annies was still crazy fun in March. In March, I was completely stressed with the amount of Coursework I had to do. I was actually completely stressed and depressed by everything, and I increasingly missed Devon. One of the most memorable nights in March was that spent in Auntie Annies with Beth, Lindsay, Dave and Sam. It was a really hilariously fun night, but it resulted in the start of ‘friend’s girlfriends hating Jude’…which obviously sucked ass. In March I was still going into town to get drunk, but it was becoming less and less frequent. In March, Methody won the Schools Cup (against Campbell), and on the day of the rugby, I got to see Jammy again - major smiles there, as I’m sure you can imagine. However, my favourite part of March was when Charlie and me started talking again.
In April, I had an extreme lack of energy, and afternoon sleeps took over my life. Beth and me also created amazing fun with Dee and Willy in April, and in particular, I remember a certain trip to the cinema with us four, and their friend. It was in April that the Milk obsession started, with thanks to Sarah. We also met Disco Taxi Man after Milk, in April. Another amazing night after Milk was that of “Muddd”. Sarah had her birthday party in Milk, and that was obviously sexy fun. Games was still amazing, and I remember a certain day after games when Lynn and me got a bus from Europa, and had a hilarious time before the bus came. In April, I moved out of the computer room, and into this room…which meant I could breathe again, which meant I could walk around my room, which meant I could dance around my room. April was Beth’s “mystery” month, and she ran away to England for a while. In April, I got increasingly irritated by Chris (Quinn)’s obsession with staring at me during SPU. School had a late start in April, which resulted in me and Angie walking to Simpsons for bread and nutella. In April, I became completely obsessed with Jodi Picoult novels, thanks to Anna. It was also in April that I became obsessed with Peta, because I had watched a fur programme that, to be frank, made me physically sick, and disgusted with humans. ‘Tricking’ and being ‘totally stubborn’ became big in April. One of the saddest days of my life happened in April, though, when Faith told us that her parents were getting divorced. It was also the day that Debz failed her Sponsored Silence (big surprise there).
According to my Livejournal, not a lot happened to me in May. I mean, the main event was that of officially finishing Lower Sixth…and this day will remain with me forever, because during lunchtime, Ben attacked Kim and me outside the Chapel. Finishing school meant that I had a lot of extra time on my hands. I used this up with two-three hour walks with Beth and Mearnsy, laughing at Beth’s sudden health obsession, dancing at Milk, and watching Big Brother (- which always takes over my life). In May, Israel got his finger closed in Rory’s door, and it was one of the most stressful days of my life. Also, In May I got a weird disease…and I remember going to the doctors, and feeling so degraded, because he made me take my top off. May was generally an amazing month…and I was particularly ecstatic because I managed to book my flights to Devon. I also talked to Lynn and Debz, and with the help of Faith, convinced them to stop bitching and fighting. It was also in May that I met Michael in Auntie Annies, who turned out to be Flea’s cousin - which was a bit surreal. One of my favourite days in May was the day I fell asleep after school, and was woken up by Jammy, who was stood over my bed, looking like an Angel. That afternoon, mom took Jammy, Chris and me shopping in Lisburn. Some stupid bitches looked and winked at Jammy, and he put his arm around me, and my heart stopped for a second.
June was quite an eventful month, and it was in June that Boo and me were chased down an alley by a rapist. It was one of the scariest nights of my life, and that guy was one of the creepiest guys I have ever seen. However, some good did come of that night. It lead us to Dennis (Superman), who said that if we were to be attacked, he would only run and scream. That night, we also made friends with Michel, who turned out to be Mr. Dillon’s nephew…and he walked with us to Finaghy. June also fed our Milk obsession…I especially remember a certain night with Missus Marjanovic, when we went just the two of us. After Milk we went back to hers so that I could eat DRY cereal, she could trick me into thinking she was levitating, and together we would discuss everyone and everything ever. In June, ‘srsly’, ‘o rly?’ ‘ya rly’ hit it big, and it was unnatural to have a conversation (mainly to Angie) without saying one of the three. It was also in June that I started talking to my wee Gary again…who, had grown up since I had last spoken to him - and I was scared to find out he is now 20. I also remember a certain afternoon/evening in June on which I received a phone call that lasted a record-time of like five hours. It was sexybitch Serdah, obv. Talking of conversations, I also had numerous conversations with big brother Chris during June - which were hugely about whores. In June, people seemed to turn into ignorant fags, and as well as this, history was stirred, and anger arose from somewhere it shouldn’t have…it led me to want to move back to Devon all the more. As well as my obsession with Devon, June was filled with my obsessions for Jeremy Kyle, Big Brother, trying to find my Daddy and developing really strange diseases. I also remember getting a text message in June from Sarah, which told me of how Mark Grant had died in a car crash. He wasn’t my friend or anything, but when someone in your year dies, it makes you stop and think.
July was my favourite month of 2006. I guess the main reason was because I went to Devon for a while, and had the time of my life - and didn’t want to come home. All the memories I made in Devon still make me smile…especially the memory of getting lost on the way back to the Airport with Megs and Ali. I was so annoyed at having to come home, and secretly wished I would miss my plane. I nearly did. July was also Rory and Israel’s birthday…which obv. meant bunches of cake and whatev. The Bonfires last year were by far the best ever. So much funny stuff went on, and just everyone had an amazing night. The Bands were also pretty good, since Izzy was playing in them…and Caroline and Sarah went with us to see them. In July, I remember a certain late night/early morning road trip I took with Rory, Larmour and Chris to a ‘haunted house’ - which had magically vanished…and so it turned into a road trip around Belfast and Lisburn looking for creepy roads, and telling each other ghost stories. I loved the fact that I was sat in the back with Chris, who was nearly crying. In July, Beth and me still had an obsession with walking home after Milk, and there was one time we made it as far as Finaghy…but had to sit at a bus stop and call a taxi, because it started hailing. One of the nicest memories from July was the day my sexybitch Anna came over, and we went for a sunny walk to Old Lambeg…then came back and watched a movie and played Singstar - we totally got ‘Totally Singstar’, which was one of the proudest moments of my life. Later that night, we went to Milk, and had a sexy night, obv. It was in July that Beth, mom, dad, Uncle Ian and me turned the living room into a Beach…for the various parties we had. The best party was our 80s party, which went on through the night, and had EVERYONE at it - Boo, Darren, Sarah, me, Niki, Uel, Dee, Jess, Skip, Tasha, Karen, Lyd, everyone. July was also filled with me being stalked by loads of random people - mainly creepy guys from Milk, me going on walks and runs with Mearnsy and me staying awake for two days at a time…being entertained by Puck on Myspace during the early hours of the morning. It was after one of these ‘Jude-staying-awake-for-48 hours’ spasms that I went down to Bangor to get drunk by the sea with Dave. And it was actually in July that I first met wee Dave. Looking back at July, I don’t think it could have got any better…especially with the trip I took to Devon.
August was every bit as eventful as July, only the events weren’t as exciting. It was in August I decided to stop being a lazybitch, and sent away for my Provisional. I also got my AS Level results, which turned out at a B for RE, a C for SPU, a C for Psychology and a D for English Lit. I thought they were fair results, considering I didn’t bother my ass revising. August marked the end of the Milk obsession, for many reasons…the main being that there was a change in Management and the new Manager turned it into a complete hellhole. Also, a wee kid died trying to get into Milk…and we went outside to see the taped off areas, and police and stuff - it was a BIT scary. It was in August that Boo and me sat at the Albert Clock talking to Sarah, Stealo and another barman until 5am. We then walked to the garage on the Lisburn Road, and got a train from Adelaide at 6am. We got home at 7am, still drunk, and pissing ourselves and saying, “whatever happens…I don’t regret a thing!” Boo had her birthday party in Milk, and it all went a bit wrong due to the change in Management. But, the next weekend, Niki Noo threw a party for Boo, and we ate a Boobies cake (- giving Skippy the cleavage, obv.), ate American sweets, and ate Nutella. The morning after, Noo, Boo and me had the best conversation ever. After Milk one week, though, Angie, Banana and me got the Disco Taxi Driver again…and I was so amazed I nearly cried. I also managed to take Serdah to Milk one day in August, and it resulted in us going back to hers completely pissed, and us having a HUGE talk about life and love and why. She tried to make me sleep in the attic with the ghosts, but I stole her bed. The following day, we went round to Angie’s to watch the Big Brother final. In August, my obsessions became playing BMX XXX, watching Big Brother, and going on long walks while listening to Dallas Green in order to calm my depression and bad moods. I also remember a trip I took to Bangor with mom, Darren, Beth, and two kids from mom’s work. It turned out to be an amusing trip, despite the fact that it was freezing. It was in August that Dee came up to see Beth and me, and we sat on the computer for hours laughing at certain songs and stuff. We then got a train to Belfast - and had a fun time laughing over wasps, trains and stupid Australian train conductors stealing Beth’s 20p. It was also in August that we came up with the “what would you do if your girlfriend shaved her head bald…I mean, would you polish her head, and stick your fingers up her nose and bowl her like a bowling ball?” dilemma. Mom’s Bob Marley party was in August as well…and it was a BIT surreal. All my uncles and aunties were covered in fake tan, getting drunk and stoned, and just generally being Mearns lunatics.
September 2006 was the worst month of my life. Due to the fact that I didn’t update on Livejournal, I have no idea what happened before the 23rd. However, on the 22nd, Mearnsy got ran over. I seen it all, and I can honestly say I have never ever witnessed anything as horrific, or experienced pain like it before. To people who think, “yeah right…you say you’d die for Mearnsy, but when it comes down to it…you wouldn’t”, that Friday night proved that I would die for him. I nearly got ran over trying to get his wee body off the ground. I couldn’t sleep for ages after. All I could do was cry. I would never wish anything similar upon anyone…and it gave me a newfound respect for my cousin - who seen her baby being run over. In fact, that incident made me think of Marcus a lot. If anything good came from it, it was that it made me stop worrying over the small stupid things in life, and concentrate on the more important things.
Since after September, I completely abandoned my Livejournal, I don’t remember much of the rest of the year in detail. I remember in October that the Halloween fling took place, and it was a really good night out. October, on the whole, was spent worrying over Mearnsy, and moaning about fights that were arising because of people’s ignorance and nonchalance, and my stupid insecurities.
November was also filled with these fights. However, November was a definite upgrade of October. In November, I did Charity Work in Belfast with Faith and Debz - and it really changed my opinion on those people who do spend their time standing in the freezing cold for hours trying to change the world for the best. It also opened my eyes to how ignorant and selfish people are. In November, mister Mattypoo arrived back on the scene…and he came up to my house to spend a really funny, drunk night. No matter what happens, us two always end up having a laugh. However, the best thing about November was definitely going to Dublin for Taste Of Chaos. Seeing UnderOATH, Alexisonfire and Senses Fail has made my life (- I was excited to see Taking Back Sunday again, but Adam got a BIT weird with his harmonica).
December was definitely a frikken amazing month and I wouldn’t have changed anything about it for the world. From previous months, Banana and me had made a change for ourselves…and our new motto is that us two are playas and lovers for life. Nigel came back for a while, and I managed to take my famous spasms on her face and hair. NOT SORRY. It made me realise how much I did actually miss her. While she came back, we went to Auntie Annies (on the 16th), which was…interesting. Anyway, it resulted in a stupid fight between a tired and bored Beth and a drunken Jude. I ended up going back to Bangor with Dave, and having to get a train home in stilettos…Drama. Since I was turning 18, I knew I would have a good birthday…but I never realised how much fun I would have. Beth and Mom threw a surprise party for me on the 29th. Beth convinced me to dress up as a Princess and go downstairs to announce to the family that I was “the Princess”…I did this, and shortly after, face by face appeared into the living room from the kitchen. I was so shocked and overwhelmed I nearly cried. NOT SORRY. It was a bloody brilliant party, and everyone got drunk and danced. The thing I’m most appreciative about, from December, is the fact that I regained a great love for Serdah. And last year’s New Years beat the previous year, hands down. I was invited to a party in Bangor, which I decided to go to. Sneaky Dave gave me £40 for the taxi, which, to this day, I cannot understand. It was a funny party, and I remember making friends with a 15 year old who I had seen somewhere before, and I fell in love with his Alsatian. I also made friends with some wee boy who told me stories and laughed with me. I remember singing and dancing with Dave to hits from the 1990s (- classics like Hanson and Run DMC). Beth and Darren missed the Countdown; because they were eating cold sandwiches…this made my night. Early in the morning, we went back to Dave’s…and in the morning, he let me sleep while he went to work - which was the perfect start to 2007.