Hey Diddly-Dee, A Big Fat Cheque For Me!

Starting to get back into the swing of things in college. I still haven't got my computer yet, so have no real base to work from and I cant really start to do any work so I've just been reading over loads of papers and stuff. Good news did arrive with the arrival of my first big fat scholarship cheque, which is quite nice. Although it takes about 10 days to clear, I've already started to think about all the ridiculous things that I could spend the money - any suggestions would be appreciated. I was thinking along the lines of a big fuck-off gold house or a rocket car :)

Went out every night this weekend. To be honest I really needed some sort of release. So on Friday I headed out to the Odeon with Dee and her current beau, Rob, Mark and Ruth too. She wasn't annoying me as much as usual and was quite entertaining - which was probably down to the fact that she had a few vodkas when normally she doesnt drink - and I mean doesnt drink at all. I know, I couldnt believe it either when I met her first - like fuck the whole "I respect your decision" and just go get shit-faced instead. Did a little bit of dancin, but wasn't that much in the mood - the place was like a sweatbox anyway.

On Sat night went out with Dee and her friends from work to the o-so-glamorous Oval. Like I mean this place makes Doyles look like a style-wank bar. It's a tiny pub with that 40's style embossed cigarette-stained wall paper, painted a limey type of green. The couches were of the damp, beer-soaked variety covered in a hideous "twee" granny-pattern fabric and the ceiling was painted blood red. It was like I had been transported back in time, or even worse, to some shit-hole in the arse-end of Cavan. Most of the work friends seemed nice enough, apart from one girl who I'd met before at some stage while she was out wheeling her baby around. The girl is very pretty, but as soon as she opens her mouth its like her face has just turned into a well-chewed toffee. Aside from the whole pretending to finger herself actions she carried out in the bar, when we were outside the abuse she was throwing at a group of innocent looking guys was astonishing. It was something along the lines of "Wha' da fuck are ye lookin' at - did yer ma' drop ye on yer fuckin' face when you were a babby or sometin' ", and then to a girl minding her own business walking on the opposite side of the street - "why don't ya not wear any fuckin' clow-es at all ya slapper bitch, state o' ya". I was hiding my head in shame. About three of four of us ended up going to Isoldes tower (I know, I know), including this 24 yr old who had a face like a well-slapped arse, sporting a hair-do that was so out-of-date and unfashionable, it was practically prehistoric. I mean, it looked like someone had stuck a giant orange brillo bad to her head, and then covered it in hairspray. I know it sounds like Im being really mean, but it wasnt just how the little troll looked - she was a complete weirdo. Most of the night she sat there staring, and she only opened her mouth to make some ridiculously out-of-context comment. The rest of the work-mates went to Zanzibar as far as I know. Stayed in Isoldes till the end almost - it was just myself and Dee in the end, having one of our usual end-of-the evening little chats.

On Sunday I was woken about 2pm with a phonecall from Sinead. She'd just got back from the States earlier that week and so wanted to head out for a drink that night. I was absolutely bolloxed, but I couldnt refuse, so I went out with her, Rob and Mary. Went to Panama first. I have to say, I really do like the place. It was quiet enough, but we got to have a good chat with everyone although I could sense the tension in the air all night between Rob and Sinead. At about 11:30 we headed up to the Village. Mary and myself went ahead and let the others walk behind us to have their inevitable talk or whatever. Mary and I ended up stayin in the Village till last orders at 1:30 while the other two stayed outside for the night. As we were leaving, we met them outside. Rob informed me that they had broken it off, indefinitely - which was what I had expected was going to happen anyway. Went for chips when Mary remembered she had left her umbrella behind. When she went back to get it the bouncer told her that he had found it but had fucked it out across the road. She didnt seem to find it as funny as the rest of us. The taxi ride home was a little uncomfortable as Rob and Sinead tried there best to pretend that nothing had happened, which made it even more obvious that something had. Havent heard any follow up to the story, but Im sure it'll all work out ok in the end - like it does in every good Hollywood movie, cause after all, that's what life is, isn't it? Oh, I love being all philosophical, even if it is Mac's job :)