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.

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.