Ah, the wisdom of Ralph Wiggum - I found this while I was surfing around the web. And this. Make sure you have your sound on.

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Ring out the old, ring in the..old.

So, back I am again after the holidays. How were they, you ask? Well, about the same as any other Chrimbo. Lots of turkey, ham alcohol and no sex. Actually Christmas was ok this year. Dave was home which was pretty cool. Went out alot. Blah, blah..... New Year's Eve was prob the best night for me. Dee came over to my place first. We drank a bottle of wine between us in about half an hour, which I think was pretty impressive. Then we headed down to Carl's house along with Ciaran (who had been recovering from a pint glass in the back of the head which he received the day after Stephen's Day - had to get 9 stitches he did), and KevA. When we arrived in the house I realised that I'd left the mixers for the vodka back in mine so had to promptly get a taxi back to collect them - what a pain in the ass. Spent the rest of the night having a laugh. Drank the bottle of vodka and about 3/4 bottle of peach snaps which resulted in me hugging various people repeatedly, including people I didn't know - oh and kissing two girls as well, one of which I don't really know. Apparantly someone took a photo of it, pronouncing "ah, look at the gay kissing the fag-hag". It was a great night. I do remember talking to people, but I don't exactly remember what I had been saying to them, although I have been reassured by my friends that I didn't say anything too bad, thank god. The funniest part of the night must have been when Dee went to kiss me goodbye and in her (and my) drunken state managed to push me off my chair and land on top of me on the ground. Another photo was taken. I have yet to see any of these supposed photos. I don't know if I really want to. Dee told me her boyf (he was there that night) was mighty pissed of with her because she had kissed me on the lips. Ha!

And now back to my usual daily life of college boredom....... Note to self - must go out this weekend and score. Have to banish M from my head. Fucker.

The Saga Continues......Again

I am so bored. College is just shit.

M rang me yesterday. I went to Isoldes tower on Sunday night, after being ice-skating with a load of ppl in Smithfield and after going to Pravda for 'one drink' but staying there until closing time, to meet him. He said earlier that he was going there with his cousin. Of course, he wasn't there - although I never said that I was going when he rang me. I wasn't really too pleased, and I was even less pleased with the whole situation up to that point. So he rang me yesterday and after a min or so, said that he's have to ring me back. He didn't. So I just decided to txt him and ask him what the fuck he wanted, cause I was getting sick of the whole thing. He rang my phone about and hour later, but I didn't answer. I figured I should let him stew for a while. Last night at bout 11pm he rang again. He seemed puzzled at my reaction earlier so I just asked him straight out what he wanted. He said he wanted to get to know me better before getting into anything again. That makes it sound like I was pursuing him, when it was the other way around. He agreed we had to talk about it (thank god - he finally got the message) so he told me he'd ring me again during the week seeing as he was feeling a bit drunk and wasn't in the right frame of mind. Besides, I hate talking on the phone about stuff like that.

Just remembered I still have to get my Dad's xmas present. Shit. Im thinking socks. Or aftershave. Or something dad-like.

College Xmas Party Fiasco

I took the day off work yesterday, due to the fact that I was out the night before for the college Christmas party. I was quite dreading the night, to be honest, seeing as I have found it hard enough to strike up any form of conversation with most of the people in college. About 49 people went to the party, which was nearly everbody. We went to ThunderRoad for dinner. I had the chicken salad for starters, followed by the chicken for the main course - ooo, how exciting I hear you gasp. The problem was that there was nothing else on the menu that I particularly liked - they either had mushrooms or some kinda weird sauce that probably would have burnt my ring off the following day. The starter was nice, but the main course was basically a brest of over-cooked chicken, a little bit of sauce on the side, and chips. How disappointing. The banoffie pie more than made up for it though. During the meal, I indulged in four cocktails, each of increasing colour. I'd still day the pina colada was my favourite.

After the meal we all headed to zanzibar. The place was pretty empty but filled up a bit later on from about 12:30 onwards. I had a few vodkas and a shot of goldshlager - i havent got a clue how you spell that. A bit of dancing ensued, but as the group I was with formed one of those circles, like you see at bad weddings, when everyone is just standing around clapping their hands, and eventually some one gets in the middle and does the birdie-dance, I didn't dance for too long. Sometimes I just feel like my lightning footwork is completely wasted. Although, we did have a laugh when one of the lads pulled out a little tin of snuff, and we all start doing lines on the dance-floor. God knows what we must have looked like, a big group of us huddled together wiping the brown residue off of our noses as our eyes welled up due to the strength of the substance. We all looked like little-hitlers with our brown mustaches. Awww.

When the bar closed a few of the people I was hanging around with, decided to jump in a taxi and head to Leggs. When we got there (Snuffman came with) they told us the place was closed. It was the same with the club across the road. To be honest, I was relieved as I wasnt really looking forward to going to a lapdancing club, even though the majority of the group were girls. Snuffman then suggested we walk to baggot street to find a place called Joys, or something along those lines (all the while, we were continuing to do line after line of snuff ). We found eventually, after much swaggering in the street and one of the girls falling over. There was a guy lying flat out on the pavement against the railings. Snuffman attempted to help him up, but he started mubbling some drunken shit, and grabbed Snuffman's hair (the drunk was in his early 40s). One of the other lads had to prize him free, and it was only then we realised that the drunk's arms were covered in blood. The bouncer at the door told us we better move away cause he had called the gardaí about 10mins ago, after some fight in the club that the drunk had been involved in. So as we crossed the street, sure enough a squad car pulled up and dragged the drunk into the back seat.

We were all feeling dejected at this stage. One of the postgrads suggested we head down to the centra on Westmorland st, buy some cans and go back to his place. The girls were complaining their feet hurt so they jumped in a taxi with Snuffman, and me and the other guy who was left (we had both decided at this stage we were just going to head to the nitelink) said we'd walk. When we got to the end of Grafton St, we bumped into the guys who'd gotten the taxi. Apparently someone had crashed into the back of their taxi and they had to hang around till the gardai came cause they were witnesses. As we were being told this, the guys in the car that had crashed got out, pushed their car around the taxi, jumped in and sped off. What fun! Numbers were exchanged with the taxi driver etc etc. Eventually when we got to centra, surprise, surprise, they had stopped selling alcohol. We had to conceed that the night was now officially over. Myself and the guy I had walked from Baggot St with, grabbed our respective nitelinks while the rest of them got a taxi home. Oh, how fun it is to drag a night out so.

I was supposed to go to an LGB party on in NCAD last night, but didn't bother. I was far too tired. Although M rang me to see if I was going. I'm still curious to know what he's up to, or what he's after.

M. just rang me bout an hour ago. Must admit, was a bit shoked. We both kind of acted like nothing had happened. I met up with him for lunch and we basically just chatted about random shit. Then we both went our seperate ways. It was all a bit surreal. I should've discussed how he had treated me etc, but I never got round to it. I know he said before that he wanted to be friends or something along those lines, but now, after thinking about it for a bit, I'm not even sure that I want to be friends with him. I definitely should've have said something to him. I know I need to say it. Maybe, if he rings me/meets up with me again I will. Damn, I should have said something.

Look out, they're gonna explode...

Now this is scary.

Why Did I drink so many of those pink cock...tails

I am feeling quite hung-over today. I went out to UCD last night for an inter-soc LGB xmas party. I was originally supposed to go with everyone from college, but I just missed the bus. I ended up having to get two buses out there which was a total pain in the ass as it took me an hour and a half to get from college to UCD. I was also wondering whether I would arrive and not be able to find the place, or else I would find it and everybody would have left for town. Luckily, none of the above occurred.

I arrived at the Astra Hall at about 8.30. There were a good few people there, and I spotted some familiar faces at one of the tables so I quickly went over. I ended up having a great time. There were free cocktails, some of which I ended up stupidly downing - think one was just pure alcohol mixed with a bit of crushed ice. Im paying for that one today I tell ya! There's something about brightly coloured drinks that Im both suspicious off and strangely (dangerously) attracted to. I was even up dancing and everything, although it has to be said that, for gay men, most of them there were pretty terrible dancers. So the stereotype isn't 100% true. I spent a lot of the night chattin' to this couple from my college, who I hadn't met before. I got on really well with them, as opposed to most of the other people in the soc who I can hold a conversation with but just don't 'click' - you know what I mean.

Anyway, things wound up at the party at about 11, so everyone jumped on the last bus and headed to the G. You should have seen the bus. It was the gayest ever ;) There were a group of slappers upstairs who were absolutely shit-faced and started screaming Christmas songs and eventually got most of the bus to join in (you know the type - short belt-like skirts, bleached hair, fannys looser than an elephant-fingered ass). However, the bus driver didn't seem to pleased as he stopped the bus and came upstairs, saying that if they didn't stop singing he'd throw everyone one off - and seeing as it was the last bus we would have all been royally fucked. So we got to the G eventually. It was free in since we'd already paid eur7 into the UCD party, which was pretty cool. Most of the music was 80s which suited me fine, although it did slowly turn into scanger-dance. Did a bit of dincin' and a little bit more drinkin'. The G was a bit of a come down for some reason. The group kinda all dispersed all over the place. I ended up sitting with five people from my college, who I think are kinda nerdy. Most of them are first years though and all of them are the worst dancers I've ever seen, and that means even worse than Dave & Eoin ( :p ). They're just not my type of people - im not being bitchy or anything but they're just not, although I did kinda go along with everything, just for the sake of it. The night gradually came to an end - I got my coat and got a cheap nitelink home. On my own :( Oh well. Im glad I went in the end.

Oh, and just in case you're wondering, I broke it off with M last weekend. He's such a fucker. Although I'm still kinda hoping he'll text me sometime, just so that I can ignore it.

Better get back to pretending to work.

Poor Artic....

So, Artic, our poor 'ickle dog died last week. Well, we actually had to get him put down. He was getting old, but wasn't really that sick at all. In fact the vet said when he was brought in for his final trip that he'd hardly been there at all during his 13 years. The problem was that for a few days he'd seemed really down and lethargic. He just wasn't himself. The vet did some blood tests and said that his kidneys were failing. He said that he wasn't in any pain but he would just deteriorate and eventually die. So we decided the best thing to do was to put him down. It was a tough enough decision to make, but it was inevitable. We all new that he was getting old. The worst thing about it all, is not having him around the house anymore. THe past weekend I dont think anybody stayed in the house for longer than a half an hour on their own. We were all just so used to him being there - on the stairs or wherever. He will be missed. He was a cool dog.

I was pretty tired after the weekend, seeing as I went out Thurs, Fri and Sat and got fairly drunk each night. I have to say it was one of the best weekend's I've had in a long time. I quite surprised myself - or should I say, my liver quite surprised me, being able to put up with all the abuse. I went out with the LGB soc in college on Thurs and then met the lads in the Long Stone afterwards. We ended up in fucking Coyote - and what made things worse was that it was a 'school disco' night. I've never felt so old - all these little first years running around in their school uniforms - although I wouldnt say no to a guy in a tight pair of slacks - Im talking downtown ! ;) Fri night headed out to the George. Spent most of the night dancin up on stage. The place was packed by the end of the night. Had a great night, despite not scoring. To be honest, I didn't make that much of an effort - chatted to one or two guys including an accountant from Limerick, but had M on the brain. Saturday night headed out with three French people, Sinead, Eoin and Mary - met one of the French girls when I was away for third year of my degree. I had promised that Id go out with her at some stage, so I kinda had to go out on Sat night. We ended up going to the Foggy Dew, but only stayed for a drink seeing as the place was absolutely jammers and the music was absolutely shite - I mean who wants to sit there and listen to a fucking black sabbath or deep purple album being blasted in your ears while beeing knocked about by everyone walking buy. We headed up to Sosume afterwards and actually had a great night - bit o' dancin, bit o' drinkin. There just seemed to be a good buzz about. Plus, we managed to set up Mary with the French guy who came out with us (originally I thought he might be gay, but then realised that its much the same with every French guy - it must be the whole continental thing). I was a bit nervous bout going out. I knew that the French girl had fancied me when we were away and I was worried that she was going to make a move on me - but apparantly someone had told her that i was gay, so there was no problem there - especially since we had a competition on the dancefloor to see who could slap the most guy's arses - I won of course. God bless my magic fingers :)

So Now I Know

I've been reading over my most recent posts and I realise that since I've started seeing someone, that they've all been really boring. And you'll be glad to hear that it's not going to stop just yet.

Finally I got to talk to M about what's going on with "us" (jesus I sound like some bad rom-com, all I need now is Meg Ryan and I've got myself a blockbuster). This was on Friday night after I met up with him in the Geroge. I was talking to his friend outside where I had been waiting for him in the freezing cold for bout 10 mins after the night was over. I was telling her how I was really gettin sick of all this shit, but she encouraged me to stick around. Im glad I did now. On our walk home I found out from him that the reason he's been acting like he has is that he's not sure if he wants a 'realtionship' or not. Turns out his ex was in touch with him bout 2 weeks ago and begged him to get back together. This kind of threw him. I think he's thinking about getting back with him. He told me that the reason he broke up was that it was getting too serious for him, and that he got a bit scared by the whole thing and so was afraid that we were getting too serious too quickly. At least that explains why I hadnt seen him in ages. He told me that he still wanted to see me but wasnt sure exactly what he wanted at the moment. I told him that I was fine with it (although I amnt sure exactly what the 'arrangement' is between us now). Im going to see how it all pans out in the next few days or so.


Due to the boring nature of the blogs, here's something to make up for it. Don't blame me if they make you go blind.

Update

Just thought Id update the blog, just to avoid any complaints from my avid reader(s). So, whats new, I hear you ask. Well not much. Still seeing M, although its a bit 'rocky' at the moment. That's mainly because it seems like I've been doing all the chasing/phoning/texting recently and I'm startin' to get the feeling that maybe he doesn't really like hanging around with me that much. But I'll wait and see. He came out with me on Sat night to meet some of my friends - it was Jane's birthday in Sosume. He only stayed for half hour cause he had to meet up with people who were up from Dingle. I was supposed to meet up with him later, but ended up stayin in Sosume all night while he went off to some party in UCD. Rang him the next day, but his phone was dead. Rang his house and I was told that he was in work till 6, so I rang his phone again bout 8:30. One of his housemates answered and told me that he was knackered and in bed. So I left it, and txt him yesterday, Monday. He didnt answer, but he never usually does - he says he doesnt have any credit. So I rang him yesterday afternoon and again before I left college at 5. He didnt answer his phone. I decided just to txt him and tell him to ring me today or Wed if he was too busy. I have to consider the possibility that he is busy or whatever and not just fucking me around. But if he doesnt ring me by tomorrow, I am gonna be pissed off. Nobody ever told me it could be so complicated.

I graduated during the week, on Wednesday. So I can officially sign my name using letters - rather than just squiggles and x's ;) Illiteracy is a bitch. The grad ball on Wed night was a good laugh. I just picked up the photos yesterday - thank God there's nothing too embarassing in there. I was looking at the photos in college when I just came to realise something - is it just me, or does every function room in every hotel in the country have the exact same decor - I mean the beige/cream patterned wallpaper, dado rail, ugly 50s patterned carpet and crappy fake oil paintings in even faker gold frames??? What up with that? They all just use the same wholesaler/blind decorator or what?