Holy Flurking Shmit

Ive been recovering from my procedure for the past couple of days, so haven't really been up to anything at all. I went to see Scary Movie 3 yesterday which was entertaining enough - not as funny as the first one but way better then the second. Especially the whole 'corpse' scene - you know me and necrophilia:)

The whole procedure thing went well and I'm currently enjoying a cocktail of painkillers and valium. Now all I need is a bottle of vodka to wash it down...

Foil-Tastic!

Came across this whilst looking for something else to do than actual work.

Fucking Rain

God I hate the weather. It's been pouring non-stop all day. I'm amazed at the effect it seems to have in people - I mean everyone in college just looks so depressed. I found out yesterday that I'm having what will from hence forth be referred to as 'the procedure' on Tues next. Im not looking forward to it. At all. It also looks like I'll have to take next week off college too - I suppose everything has an upside. Although, more than likely, I won't be able to go to Tease on Sat next. I haven't been yet. I suppose it will have to wait till next month.

Just found out that the bday party I was going to go to is on in Isaac Butt's tomorrow night. I hate that place, ever since the one called Pug-face puked all over John many years ago. Ah, the memories. Still havent heard from M. Its not that Im upset - far from it - but I kind of expected him to contact me again at some stage.

Lost in Translation

I saw Lost In Translation yesterday. I have to say that I was a bit disappointed. I mean, I wanted to like the film, I really did, but there was just something missing. I did enjoy it for what it was - especially the whole documentary-feel to it, but by the end of the film I didn't really feel like I gave a shit about the characters, which I think you need to for a film like that. Oh well.

I got some pictures (courtesy of Dee) from that new years party I went to. They aint pretty: pic1 pic2 pic3 pic4

New Tunes. (God, I'm soo street!)

Decided to take yesterday off college. I woke up in time and all, just it was pissing rain and I was planning on taking a half-day anyway, so I decided not to bother going in for the morning and had a nice lie-in instead. I met Dee in town for lunch and did a bit of shopping. I didn't actually get home until about 9. Whilst browsing, much to my delight, I happened upon the new Daft Punk release - Daft Club and simultaneously came in my underwear. It's full of remixes from their album 'Discovery'. I also picked up the soundtrack for Amelie Poulin. Love that film. I am just soo cultured I amaze myself sometimes. Oh and the Chicane cd I ordered over the web is in the post and on its way. Sorted.

Pixel-sex

Bought the Sims game last weekend. It's quite addictive. But did you know, that there are no gay Sims. I suppose I should complain or something. I mean, I was so looking forward to to hot pixelated male characters gettin it on.

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.

For more go here.

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.