Like to Look??

So I'm going to talk about, explicit websites, and give you my opinion on porn sites.

I checked out a few websites to see what it was all about, and I came across a great website with loads of information http://www.netnanny.com/.
So it turns out that pornographers seduce their customers.
Vision is the key perceptual sense in males-they "like to look."
Mens total focus is on the physical part of sex.
They yearn to see things being done to body parts. They long to see naked strangers because it's impersonal.
The thing that freaks me out about porn is how there is always a good looking girl and an unattractive man. It's obviously done to make ordinary men believe that these beautiful women are attainable.
I find it quite destuctive because men can get addicted to looking at these naked strangers, and end up hurting their families.
There is also this whole thing about the man being in control. There has to be something lacking in a man who needs to sit at a computer all day and watch videos. Like go out on the town man and get yourself a real woman! That's just my opinion anyway.
Also these women in porn videos are always shown to be lusting after the men. Like seriously man, its not going to happen!
To be honest, if I found out that someone I cared about had a porn addiction, I would never be able to look at them the same again.
The internet is so dangerous in this way, because as soon as you log on, you are bombarded with these images and pop-ups. Cyber nanny's are great for keeping these pop ups blocked, for when young people use the internet.
So basically I'm not really opposed to explicit sites, but I'm not partial to them either. But I do find it disturbing when its all people do all day!!

I think I may need to become partial to my art therapy report!!

I swear I've had the how-to lesson in how to use the library databases, but I'm still a bit confused on how you're supposed to reference them!1 Its ridiculous! So I've been trying all day with the girls in my study research group to put together the final report, that's due in on Friday and its proving rather difficult.
The report is on art, and we're researching art therapy, its benefits and who can use it. Well basically anyone can use it, but a lot of people with serious illnesses can really benefit from it. It's pretty cool actually. Like cancer patients and people with autism can use it to express their feelings when its difficult for them to speak about it. It'd actually be quite interesting to do, because people who don't really consider themselves to have problems can use it to explore feelings within their subconscious. Like imagine the stuff you'd find out!
I think its really interesting how people can analyse other peoples paintings or general art work, and can then almost always make a statement about that persons mental health. Its all got to do with colours and how heavy or light the brush strokes are etc.
Now, I don't personally know how to analyse these pictures, so don't jump to the conclusion that I'm claiming to be qualified in a field, that I'm not. The reality is that I have only touched the surface of this research and am just interested in how it is actually done.

Well the report is in fact coming together, but I really just cannot wait to hand it in, and that will be it for the assignments for at least another week.
Everything is going fairly well actually, my modules I mean.
The thing I'm worried about at the moment is my presentation in PR Theory. I know I'm going to go bright red, and once I feel my face start to flush, I'll rush my way through it, and screw it up. All I can hope for is that I can make my way safely through it without too much bother. Its only a five minute presentation, but it'll be five minutes of agonising mortification!!
Its not until next Thursday the 27th, so I have plenty of practice time anyway..
I'll keep you posted!

Shoppers and drivers

My weekend went smoothly enough, nothing too wild.

Well apart from the absolute mania that seems to have taken over the shoppers.
I went shopping for my brother’s birthday present on Saturday, and the shops were packed with people bustling around. Everyone seemed to be in such a rush. Beating their way through the crowds, I swear my bag was knocked off my shoulder that many times it began to really aggravate me. You’d swear it was Christmas Eve, and everyone had forgotten to buy presents, the way they were going on! Now this is clear evidence of how Christmas comes too early. Once the shops put up the decorations, the shoppers go mental. I can understand the need to get the shopping done early to avoid the hustle and bustle, but everyone seemed to have the same idea, which in turn caused mayhem. But I for one generally enjoy the hustle and bustle of Christmas, (apart from in this case it wasn’t Christmas shopping, but mid-November shopping.) I love walking around Dublin city, with the Christmas lights shining in all their glory,- although this years display is apparently quite disappointing- with all the people looking all snuggled up in their scarves, and cute little red noses. It makes you want to go home, jump into the jammies with a hot chocolate, sit back and relax with the satisfaction of knowing you have completed the daunting task of Christmas shopping. Because lets face it, you can never properly relax and enjoy the lazy holiday that Christmas has become, if you’re wondering what to buy people.
It’s actually a very stressful time of year. And the worst part is the-
“You know what I like!” answer when you ask someone what you want. I really have no clued what to buy you, so why don’t you just tell me. I would regard this as better than sulking when you didn’t get what you expected. So suck it up people and tell me what presents you’d actually use, or else your getting socks again!

Monday morning, as well as the usual misery associated with it, I had to be late.
I was not late out of laziness; I was late because I had to wrestle with my eyeballs to get my contact lenses in, because I appear to have conjunctivitis because my eyed were almost glued together when I woke up this morning. When I finally put in my “goggles” and was able to see, I set off into the cold. Because I was that 10 minutes late, there were more cars on the road than usual, this frustrated me further. I generally can make my merry way up to college avoiding too much traffic, until I get off the motorway, when the queues of students made their way in. I swear 10 minutes make a serious difference. For traffic and parking. But I haven’t had too many mishaps in the parking department as yet, so we’ll keep that rant for another day.

Birthdays, potholes and pigs

I am finally legal!! So yesterday was my 18th birthday. I don't feel any different, but I havn't been asked for i.d for anything yet.
My birthday week didn't start fantastically, on Monday morning on the way to college, as I was being blinded by the sun, I hit a CRATER of o pothole, and completely buckled my wheel, and got a flat. So I had to roll down into a randomers driveway, where I came across a man who looked like a good candidate for changing my wheel. Now don't get me wrong I do know how to change a wheel, but I can never get he studs quite tight enough, no matter how much I bounce on the wheel brace-as funny as I look doing it. As well as this I didn't have a jack. So I eventually set off on my way, eternally grateful to the man who was out in the cold huffing and blowing trying to get my wheel off.
My actual birthday was alright.
When I got home my mam had put balloons up on the gates and outside of the house!
The family was all inside, including aunts, cousins and so on. The shocking thing was that they were all about to tuck into my birthday dinner that I had requested the day before (beef stir fry and chicken noodles!-gorgeous) and well I wasn't too impressed. And so that didn't set me off in a great mood.
To be honest nothing too interesting happened, except maybe the heated discussion that followed dinner about whether I was allowed to get a pet pig or not. You see, my brother was planning on buying me a pig for Christmas, because I've wanted one since we moved to the gaeltacht. But the problem is that my dad reckons I wouldn't mind it. He came up with the proposition of me giving him 500 euro and if I got a pig and minded it I could have it back. But if my mam ends up having to clean up after it, I'd lose my money. So I don't know what to do.
The lack of celebrating was mostly caused by my 6 'o clock rise the following morning.
And so here I am in the first class of the morning, thankfully without a hangover!