Wahoo! I got my exam results today and I got 410 out of 600. I'm so happy, as all I needed was 370. Anyway, gotta go celebrate.

How the hell is Small Wonder cooler than caveman lawyer. I mean honestly, people should want to move on in levels rather than go back because the current level is ten times lamer than the previous one. The sooner I get to talkshow host the better, at least it actually represents something. Does anyone know what small wonder is about? Or is that the irony of it all? And is that emblem Dorothy from the Wizard Of OZ or am I going crazy?

I was reading a blog on another profile about a really bad day and it reminded me of the worst day of my life. I woke up in the early hours of the morning (about 3or4) unable to catch my breath and a burning sensation in my stomach. I rolled from my bed to the floor and pounded as hard as I could on my bedroom floor trying to wake some of the others in the house. After a minute or two the pounding awoke my mother and she came to see what the problem was, because of my lack of breath it was extremely hard to speak, but she figured out what was happening and called an ambulance. I was rushed to hospital and was helped to catch my breath in the ambulance. On arrival to the hospital they realised that my appendix was about to burst and I was sent straight to the operating theatre. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed and it was late afternoon. I was enraged to find out that I had to spend at least two more days in the hospital, but then realised I was lucky that I had not died as I had severe accute apendicitis. However my feeling of luck disappeared almost immediately when I found out that I had missed not only all of my daily soaps, but a brand new episode of 'Angel'.

It seems I'm going up a level everyday now after being stuck on soup nazi for nearly a week. I wanted to have more time as a caveman Lawyer, but the way things are going I'll be at level 6 by tomorrow. What is level 6 anyway. I'm still having difficulty walking, but by my calculations, which are usually wrong, I'll be jumping off bridges again by wednesday. I hope so anyway, I get my leaving cert results on Wednesday, which for anyone who doesn't know is the most important exam in Ireland, which pretty much decides how I'll spend the rest of my life. I need about 400 points out of 600 to get the course I want, but I only got 325 in my mock exams last february. I just hope I went up. I can't believe my luck nowadays, ever since LOST started in the UK, I can see it five days a week. I know I only get to see a new episode every monday, but the repeats keep me going. So long for now and thanks for all the fish.

Last time I was online I was at level 3 66per cent and now I'm on level 4 99per cent. I must admit this is odd, but I'm extremely releaved in a way because I don't have to spend much time as a thighmaster. 4 is such a lame level. Anyway, so yesterday I went around to see a couple of my friends and it was the first day we had all been together in months and it was a brilliant day. We started off watching kids cartoons on TV and some freaky show on the discovery channel that showed you how to make stuff from scratch and it had really eerie background music. After that we listened to music from the final fantasy games as we had tea and biscuits. Then we decided to go outside and we went down to what we call the swings, which is actually just loads of ropes tied to really long trees over a river in the woods. We spent some time there and then made our way to a shaft under a bridge with cars going over it, which is really freaky but extremely cool. Then I was heading home and I was crossing a bridge with some of the others when we saw the bus coming so we all ran and were running down the ramps of the bridge and we realised that the only way we were gonna make this bus is if we jumped over the railings, which had an eleven foot drop at the other side. Foolishly we all made this jump, but when I landed extreme pain went up my right leg, but I didn't have time to think about and limped to the bus, only making it because one of the others convinced the driver to wait for me. I don't know whether I shot a nerve or strained a muscle but it's still agonising to walk on, but it least it was the coolest possible way of hurting myself.

THE BEATING OF THE DRUM NUMB, NUMB, NUMB, I HEAR THE BEATING OF THE DRUM. BIRTH, LIFE, DEATH, TAKE A TIC-TAC FOR YOUR BREATH. LOVE, MARRIAGE, BABIES, MY BEST FRIEND’S DOG DIED OF RABIES. SCHOOL, COLLEGE, CAREER, CLAUDIUS POURED POISON IN OLD HAMLET’S EAR. SEX, DRUGS, ROCK N’ ROLL, MY GIRLFRIEND GOT OUT ON PAROLE. NUMB, NUMB, NUMB, I HEAR THE BEATING OF THE DRUM.

Ok, so I havn't been on for quite a few days, but now I'm back and found out that level 12 is Evil Bert, I must reach it. I always knew that Bert was evil, but I could never prove it. This must be a sign.

I woke up at about half two this afternoon, crawled out of bed, grabbed a bowl of cereal and made my way into town for no particular reason. While in town I bought 1 dvd and 5 cd's. The dvd I purchased was 'The Pool', which I have not yet seen, but I've heard good things and I'm looking forward to watching it later on. The CD's I bought are a bit of a strange mix, The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac, Snow Patrol - Songs For Polar Bears, Queens Of The Stone Age - Songs For The Deaf, Will Smith - Greatest Hits and the Angel Official TV Soundtrack. I'm currently listening to them all on my PC. It's great. Once I returned from my shopping trip I watched my daily soaps; 'Home And Away', 'Neighbours', 'Emmerdale' and 'Fair City' and then I came online. So overall the lazy day was good. -Cornflake

Name: Taaffe, Cian D/O/B: 15-03-1987 Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Height: Unknown, I'm taller than a hobbit anyway Weight: Also unknown, I'm no Eric Cartman, but I ain't Starvin Marvin either. Somewhere in between. Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland Occupation: Student/Actor/Writer/Musician Marital Status: Single Languages Spoken: Irish, English, German, French Website: http://cornflake.bravehost.com More About Me Coming Soon to a Blog Near You! -Cornflake

I heard a Joke the other day and it went a little something like this: A mother of three was sitting in the garden with her children. Her eldest daughter Rose walked up to her and said, "Mom, why am I called Rose?" and the mother replied, "because when you were born a rose petal fell on your head!" Satisfied with that answer Rose returned to her siblings. A few minutes later, the other daughter Daisy went up to her mother and said, "Mom, why am I called Daisy?" and the mother replied, "because when you were born a daisy petal fell on your head!" Satisfied with that answer Daisy returned to her siblings. A few minutes later, the son started screaming and shouting about how he wanted ice cream and was not allowed any and the mother said, "Be quiet Fridge!" -Cornflake