Bunting Cus

I hate Dublin bus. I mean hate. I went to get the bus from college to John's house last night for the annual Halloween video horrothon (consisted of Versus (shit Japanese film), May (reasonlably good American horror) and Return of the Living Dead (hilarious remake of the original)).

Went for the bus at 6.40, was there in time, but the bus didn't show. I got caught in the fucking rain and got drenched. Then I had to wait until 7.45 for the next bus. Then that bus took 1hr 15 mins to make a 20min journey because of flooding and traffic. My feet were wet, my clothes were wet and I was in a real pissy mood. To make matters worse I'm on stupid antibifuckingotics so couldn't drink, and I really needed one. And to make things even worse I just found out today that I can actually drink with the antibifuckingotics I'm on at the moment. Shitty. Just plain shitty. At least I can have one or two at the 21st I'm going to tonight and the house party tomorrow, both involving lots of people I don't know.

Crawling

I'm sick and hungover - the worst combination in my opinion. I feel terrible, I look even worse....no that's a lie, I look effortlessly amazing, as usual ;p

I hung around after college yesterday for a supposed LGB soc meeting, only to find out that they're not having meetings anymore. How fucking ridiculous is that! It's almost like the society is over before it even had a chance to get off the ground, although the committee have said that they're planning to organise some events, but there's no way anyone is going to go to these events, if they haven't even met anyone else in the soc. It's pretty bad too because any newbies who have joined, obviously are going to loose interest pretty quickly if the society isn't active.

Since there was nothing on, headed into the G along with one of the other members who thought there was a meeting on too. Met up with another and then went to the Hub - which was pretty empty but still the music was fantastic. Bit of dancing, bit of drinking, crawled home at 4am, crawled into college for about 1.30 and now I think I'm just going to continue crawling...all the way home into bed!

Hungover Developments

I had a great night last night at the student LGB pub crawl. Made it to Gubu, Yello and then the G afterwards, and there was a huge crowd out so the place was buzzing. Met up with a few friends from the soc. last year and talked to one or two of the people in the new soc, although I'm sure they think we were some sort of bitchy-queen group cause we were segregated from them for most of the evening, but it was me that made the effort of finding them, and then introducing myself around to everyone, although my drunken confidence may have given people the wrong impression of me, but who the fuck cares. They seem like a nice enough bunch, so will see how it goes.

Anyway, dragged myself into college and promptly set about making a few changes to the blog, one of which you may have noticed already - the fancy new title-thing, which I may yet change again. I also added a script which will randomly select one of a number of quotes, each time you view the page, so click on refresh and see what happens....tis magic!

In addition, I am very disapppointed with the lack of photography suggestions, so come on people, I'm counting on you.

Photo Requests

This is a suggestion from the people at blogger, which I thought I'd run with...

Ask your readers to think of three photos they'd like to see posted to your blog. (Things around your house or whatever.) When you have enough requests, post them!

So that's exactly what I'm doing, so fire away, if anyone has any requests that is. It will give me a good excuse to use my digital camera anyway, the closest nerd that I am.

Still here

Apologies for not posting an entry in so long, but it's just that I've really had nothing much to say, let alone felt like posting anything... but today I just got some strange surge of energy, so decided to post.

I've been very lethargic of late, not really doing much work in college, not keeping this thing up to date and I didn't even write that article for QueerID that I had promised, basically because I was too chicken-shit and apathetic to write anything for them (it's something that I still think I should have made myself do). So much for my Carrie Bradshaw-esque fantasy! Pretty much everything in my life as slowed down somewhat since I've been going out with A, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, I suppose. It's just that I do miss the whole going out a couple nights a week, or the hanging out with my straight friends in straight clubs, or the whole excitement that used to be there whenever I went out to the G or wherever. I think the whole buzz that I used to have has dispelled somewhat - maybe it's just that I'm a little older (which I don't like to think about) which has led me to reminisce a little, or maybe it's just that I'm feeling a little more settled. The excitement I used to have going out is gone, probably down to the fact that I now have the security of having someone and don't have to think about checking out people, or imagine who I might end up with etc. It's not like I ever really pulled that often, but the whole possibility of it was still there, away in the background. On the other hand, it is really nice to have someone. I just don't want to leave my life, as it was before, behind me completely because I have to remember that if things ever end (which I sincerely hope they never do) I need to be able to survive on my own. And on I ramble still...

I have been getting back a bit to the way things were though, with the total drunk-fest that was the weekend just gone. Went out with Dee & Lou and propmtly got extremely drunk after downing two bottles of quite agreeable wine. We went out to Dakota first, which was packed with people and then onto d two, which I kinda like. The music was very good and there was a good party atmosphere about the place, well at least I thought there was. To be honest, I could have thought that a funeral had a party atmosphere with my level of intoxication. There was lots of dancing and stuff - but the night as a whole is a little blurry. I do remember at one point Dee finding a purse full of money, which we tried to give to the DJ, but who refused to take it off us, probably cause we were wasted and kept asking him to play Girls Aloud, which I don't imagine he was too impressed with :p I wonder what happened to the purse....Dee I'm looking in your direction with a suspicious raised-eyebrow glare.

Clubs and Socs day in college is on this week. I'm thinking about getting involved in the LGB soc and have already volunteered my services as webmaster. Even though I don't necessarily need the soc no more, I still understand that there are other people around who do need it and plus enlarging my already huge social circle, being the popular and stunning person that I am, isn't such a bad thing :p

Gaydar-a-go-go

I new it! I should have trusted it all along! Turns out that the Scottish guy is in fact gay. I went to the conference banquet on Thursday night, and was downing the wine as if there was no tomorrow - seeing as I deserved to celebrate after my presentation went well. I got to chat drunkenly to a few big names, which was cool, and myself and the Scottish lad, had at least 2 bottles of wine drank before the security turned agro and kicked the group of us that were left out of the building, but the two of us managed to grab a bottle of wine on our way out. We drank it on our way to the Irish pub where we met the other two people who are over here from Dublin. Stayed there till they kicked us out, and on the way home, we were discussing the last cd's we'd listened to. With my deliberate selection of George Michael and the Scissor Sisters, and his of Elton John, there was a happy realisation. So when the other two headed off, we laughed about how stupid we both were not to just come out and said it in the beginning, but agreed that the whole skipping around the issue had to be done at the same time, as neither of us was sure of the other person's situation. It's nice because we seem to get on so well, but there's no confusion about the fact that we're not interested in each other. So tonight we're going to check out the gay club here, which we mentioned to the other two Dublin people today, officially outing myself at work as they had no clue, but there was a distinct lack of a reaction when it was said, so Im not quite sure how to take that. I'm really looking forward to tonight now!

En Genève

Oui, c'est vrai, je suis en Genève! Sorry for the lack of postage y'all but I'm at a conference in Geneva until Sunday. So far it's been going ok. Some interesting enough talks, but still its quite tiring - presentations from 9 till 6 every day. And Im still shitting bricks about my talk on Thurs, but I'll let you all know how it goes. Havent't really been getting into the whole "networking" thing. Although, have met a nice Scottish guy and my gadar went off as soon as I saw him, but I'm not so sure now. Would be very handy if he was though, 'cause I wouldn't mind checking out some of the bars here to see what they're like. I dont think the guy I'm here with would really be interested, seeing as I don't think he's particularly homo-friendly, and besides I don't think he or my supervisor who Im also here with have a clue. It's not that I'm bothered, it's just since there the only two people I'm over here with it would make more sense to keep quite, unless it comes up of course. Was out last night with two other academic-type friends of the supervisor for a meal, one of whom was talking about a paper she did on Xena and explaining how she had a six-ffot cut-out of her in her bedroom, and later on my suspicions were confirmed when my supervisor said to me, "oh you know, she's a lesbian". Figures.

Selfishness

Not having been out for ages I made up for it on Friday night. Went to Scatman's house for another of his ill-fated house parties, which actually didn't turn out too bad at all, especially for a straight night out. Incidentally, the whole straight night thing doesn't seem to bother me as much as it did, mainly cause I'm no longer a desperate will-kiss-anything-at-the-end-of-the-night type since being officially in a happy relationship, therefore I don't have the need to go to a gay club as I once did. That's not to say I'm not dying to go and dance my queer ass off in the G some night very soon.

Anyway, back to the story. I arrived at the house at around 9.30, bottle of wine in one hand, bottle of vodka in the other. Luckily enough I brought some cd's with me that enabled me to rescue the party from complete doom. Drank my bottle of wine and moved onto the vodka (just like the good old days). Being in a jovial mood a group of us decided to head into town for a bit of a dance, mainly because some of the undesirables at the party had stuck on slayer or some other wretched trash on the stereo. The only problem was it was already 11.30, but away we went anyway - myself, Dee+hubby, Lou, C+V, to where else but the Palace - ah, the sweet refuge of the drunken heterosexual!

The usual dancing ensued until the place closed. Then back we went to the house, making it back at around 3am, only to find the party had officially ended and all that were left were Scatman himself and Steve Austin. I had previously promised to S.Austin that I would be back sooner to rejoin the festivities, so understandably he was none too pleased with our late arrival. I still actually feel bad about it - especially cause I know that's the only reason he stayed at the party. I can be such an ass sometimes. What makes me feel even worse is that on Saturday night I ended up staying in with the boyf, when I had promised S.Austin in my drunken state that I would head out with him and some others to Whelan’s for a drink. But to be honest, I was just too tired to do anything more than vegetate and watch a Looney Tunes film. I didn't even have sex that night for God's sake - that's how tired I was!

But it makes me ask the question, whether in certain circumstances is it okay to be selfish? Or at least selfish to a certain degree. I have often had the habit of worrying about pleasing others too much, before pleasing myself, but at the same time I can't help but feel bad about the whole thing. Remember, it is me we're talking about here. God, I'm very philosophical today, and not a hint of bitchiness.

Come out of that Internet Closet!

So, I've been getting lots of hits... mostly coming from the QueerID website, yet nobody is leaving any comments! Come on people, jump out of that Internet closet and scream hello! Its the comments that keep me going from day to day... through all the trouble and strife.... help me overcome any obstacles that may come in my way... blah..blah..blah... Well you get the general idea. Comment!

I've even given you three whole posts in one day! If that's not enough, I just don't know what is anymore.... (cue self-pity)

Barcelona Photos

Some of the more "arty" photos that I took in Barcelona, for your enjoyment!

Cable Car and view of Barcelona



Monument in Parc Mont Juic



Street in Bari Gotic



Sunset in Parc Guell