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Thursday, 29 December 2011

I dunno how he does it...

My dad always manages to break stuff while he fixes other things. At the moment the internet is only working on wireless, it won't work on our family pc. The reason? Because my sisters iPhone wouldn't update so my dad tried to fix it (not sure if he succeeded or not) and in the process somehow (I've no idea how) knocked out the internet.
So bizarre.

Life is rather boring at the moment. Doing nothing most days. I'm going to have to start college work soon out of boredom...

Got so baked the other night, my eyes were legit moving all over the place, I had so little control over them. At one stage I couldn't stop going slightly cross-eyed, I was making one eye look straight and the other go crosseyed. I can't do that now if I tried, but somehow I was doing it then! It was annoying though because my friend was freaking out thinking I would damage my eyes from straining them and I didn't even notice it being straining, in fact I was having a very hard time stopping myself from keeping on doing it.
I'd rather not get that baked again anytime soon, it was a little too much.

Gonna watch The IT Crowd now. PEACE

(No Video today kids, sorry)

Changed my mind, this clip is so fucking funny.

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Hmmm, is the kettle warm?

Checking if the kettle is warm is the best way to figure out how long the family have been out; not a hint of warmth, they've been gone hours. Serious sleep in today, it was awesome.

I've been having some pretty badass dreams lately, I heard somewhere before that only boring people tell people about their dreams because they have nothing else to say and nobody can relate to it. I don't really agree since trippy dreams are awesome but some people obviously feel that way so I'll leave it out.

Just took out the old copy book diary of my youth, going to scan through it now and find something that isn't too embarrassing but also isn't too shit. I'm going to write them in exactly as they are, poor grammar and over-use of text-slang included. This is tricky, the ones that are embarassing are also the funny ones.
This is something I've been meaning to write about actually, I think it would have been funnier if I told it now but here's how I recorded it for myself.
A snippet from the 26th of September 2005. (for some reason I used to write down what radio station I was listening to. It was spin1038 this night). Any comments I add now will be inside square brackets (I doubt I even knew what square brackets were when I wrote this).

Went 2 Gaelteach Fancied 1 girl but met a diff 1 hu was hot enuf. And then met a diff 1 like 40 times! [As you can see this was a big deal to me. Now I'd conisder it 2 times as 39 of those times were actually in the one night. To be fair to the very uncool 15 year old me, we were scoring for ages.] It was deadly fun gaelteach! Andy was such fun! +Seamus. Darren had hilarious moments. Oisín was odd + sean. Eoin was sound. So was Peter lol! [Peter is my cousin so I guess the lol is as it was taken for granted he's sound, good joke James.]

..... irrelevant crap.......

I got my lvl 4a! [dunno why I put this in the middle of talking about the gaeltacht] Amy Wickham +Gillian instructed me. Can't remember Gills 2nd name. Jack Stanley instrcted 4 wk1. Sailed 29er + laser. No, not simultaniously! [I really hope I didn't think I was funny] Have over 20 rib hrs now.

Got Pissed on beach last nite on Gaeltch. Was fun. But, then I got wasted. 3 nagginsa brandys not 2 gud 4 ya! Especly when d baen an tí gave a tiny dinner that day! Then I didnt leave on d bus nxt day + dad + Peter Sr came up and brote us home nxt day. [Getting annoyed by my spelling yet?] E250 jdjr me and Pete. [I did a euro sign not E in my diary. Also Gaeltacht obviously paid off since I used the word idir there eh?] I wanted to pay for it all. Ptr sed he'd alrdy pd when I txd him.

We went 2 beach, then Me + Derv left pier up to dunes. Met loads came back Ais was on ground psd Ciara also was psd. then jess got psd. we walked girls home, then Me, darr + Pete got more drink and went bhind d diving place + cant remember then!

..... Irrelevant AND unrelated crap.......

Got grounded aftr Gael."

I might re-write that story in the future and throw in some more details since I remember quite a lot of the night, impressive given how much I drank. A lot more of the night than I described here. As you may have noticed from my abbreviations I was quite lazy while writing in my diary.
Actually I nearly definitely will write about that story again, it's a good story when told properly, I left out a lot.

I want to learn this on the piano. It's really awkward to read it from my laptop and play though and my printers not working at the moment so I may have to wait a while. I also want to replay Final Fantasy X.

Thursday, 15 December 2011

Long time awake, very tired.

Here's my rainy day post. so tired.
world looking in-
I was thinking as a good analogy for vegetarianism,
If aliens came to our planet, would it be okay for them to round us up, stick
us in factories and start processing and eating us?
I googled it to see if it was discussed on the internet and I came across this.

Lots of meat-eating people completely missing the point of the question because
they fail to even notice the possibility that we're not the best thing
in the universe and the world doesn't revolve around them.

It's things like that which make me lose hope for the future of people.
We have too many idiots in our midst, we would doom ourselves by our
inability to interact properly with another race. There are people out
there who would rather doom the world than change. I know this is very
hypothetical, but imagine some aliens buzzed over here and saw our planet,
so they go, right you guys are fucked up. Stop slavery, stop eating animals
and stop killing each other. If you don't we're taking over here and getting
rid of you guys, because hospitable planets are few and far between.
Slavers wouldn't stop. Fat-asses wouldn't stop. And wars wouldn't stop.
As people we're real good at feeling entitled to things that we have no right
to. Everybody does it. I feel entitled to a job when I graduate despite not
having put any effort in to find one yet.

I think this is probably the case. It'd be nice if it wasn't but this would be my guess.
out of this list of options.

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Keep the head down and keep looking up.

So the test went okay... He's doing the answers tomorrow at 11, I'm not sure where or if I even want to know the answers so I might just take a lie-in. I don't want to be wrecked trying to program all day tomorrow.. Think I got a decent amount of marks for my game, met the basic criteria and hopefully maybe 1 or 2 extras. Got the report to do on it for Sunday. Fun. I have an awful lot of distributed systems to do tomorrow, to demo it on thursday. It'll work out though. I'll be having a report on that for monday. Deadly buzz. Spent a while trying to do it earlier but basically ended up sponging off John, Simon, Iain and Donal. I hate being a sponge, it makes me feel like such a dickhead. Especially at times like that, I sorta half looked at it but didn't get it working, dicked about a bit then went and did the big sponge. Like I did some stuff myself so I could feel worse I guess.... It's shit when it's with people like that because it's basically always one way with those guys, I'm always behind them. Maybe I should just stop taking help off them but it's so convenient to. Left there at half 9 I think, came home and watched some movie about wanting to kill your boss with moo, it was actually pretty good. Jennifer Aniston was in it and she was a sex fiend/predator but she was so desirable. 

(This came up on my youtube homepage, I was about to look for the song I posted at the top. Quite the contrast but it's really nice so I figured I'd slip it up here).
I'm still saving that other post for the rainy day.

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Choo Chooo. All Aboard the stressful train.

So this week is shit. I have a test tomorrow. I failed the first one so I really need to do well in this one. I also have 3 projects due this week. A graphics one on Tuesday which I've done a bit for so it should be okay, an entire distributed systems project due thursday which I haven't even started and could be completely fucked for, and a databases project which I've done but need to write the report on for friday, I also have to do a report on the graphics one for friday. It's a lot of work and I really can't wait until friday...

I posted twice last week but I wrote another post in between them that I decided I would save for a rainy day. That rainy day will surely be this week since I won't have time to write here for a while.

College is stress and I can't wait to be finished with it at this stage. I think I could be a lot happier in the working world. As much as I enjoy the social side to college I'm starting to think that maybe in education is not where I want to be. I often fantasise (if that's the word) about disappearing, just packing my shit up and going to the Alps or something and not telling anybody where I'm going. Starting completely fresh and completely on my own. Just leaving everything behind, college, friends, family. It'd probably be awful though. Ups and downs to everything. It's nice to think about though because it makes me realise that I can take my life any direction I want.

I was at a piano yoke today, the lady who taught me piano always has a piano recital every xmas for her students and she invited me so I went with my dad. I didn't go for the students bit, I just went for when this guy called Lance Coburn (who she gave a few lessons to years and years ago I think) was playing music by this aussie chap called carl vine.
It's not my fav thing in the world but it's good. Found it pretty weird how well the pieces went down with the people listening. Didn't expect this to be my dad's type of thing at all.

My dad is so much so one of those embarassing dad's. I spent a bit of time with him over the last few days and he doesn't embarrass me nearly as much any more but he still has no shame in saying what's on his mind, regardless of what it is or how it makes him look. I love and hate that.

Need to watch this freaks and geeks episode and go to sleep so I can get up to study.
It should be buffered enough by now!

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

It's cold.

I was waiting for the kettle to boil so I went in to look at the fire die for a minute.
So I was sitting there and I thought up the first 3 stanza's of a crappy poem, it's really really simple since I made it in like 20 minutes but I hope you like the creepy fantasy-ish-ness of it. (When I think of poetry I generally think of Poe, so I'm going to link a few poe things at the end). So I took my tea up to my bed and did the rest, only after taking a picture of the fire on my phone, really doesn't capture what it looked like but fuck it, it's a photo.

As I look at fire.

As I sit and look at fire,
I think of something rather dire,
of people living long ago,
slowly dying to freezing snow.

While they lie and await their fate,
they see a light that gives them faith,
but time is running much too late.
Shudder, no, all is just a lie.

When sight is gone to frozen eyes,
they think they hear an angel's crys,
but it was just the winds' goodbyes.
Shudder no, all is just a lie.

Their parents mourn their children lost,
their bravery had such a cost.
The cost their children lost to frost.
Shudder no, all is just a lie.

Their friends are sad they had to go,
but other friends they'll come to know,
soon they'll forget the pain deaths sow.
Shudder no, all is just a lie.

Though dead I do still linger near
where once I lived it's rather queer
as I see noone living here.
Shudder no, all is just a lie.

As I sit and look at fire,
I think of something rather dire.
All my life will pass me by.
Shudder, no, all is just a lie.

Here's some Poe poem's which I really liked for the JC:
I wrote a few lil crappy poems when I was in JC year that I might root out and stick up here at some stage.
Also might stick a diary entry or 2 from when I was that age in for the crack. Probably won't though since they're all so embarrassingly lame.

Monday, 5 December 2011

False hopes and broken promises.

Got absolutely fucking unbelievably shit-faced on Saturday night. It was Colm's dad's surprised 50th doo thing in Howth. I don't really know his dad at all so we pre-drank in mine til well after the surprise would have happened. We went there at about 11, then onto joes about 1 for a lol, then back to the summit at like 4 since Colm's brother knows some guy who runs it or something. Drank a ridiculous amount of jaegar bombs. Colm got sick on the bar of course and I'm not really sure what happened after but I think we sorta got told to fuck off.
I vaguely remember walking towards my house with Colm and Shane, I think we got about 5 minutes max towards it when I decided it was way too far; I figured it'd be a good idea to ring my cousin who lives near where we were and get him to let us kip in his. I'd like to mention it was friggin' freezing by the way. So we turned around and walked about 15 minutes away from my house, but we forgot to tell Colm we were turning around and he had walked on ahead so we lost him basically. This being at least a 2 hour walk from his house, and it was 6am so there were no cars or taxis anywhere. Shane and I walked to my cousins, I tried ringing him about 10 times before I realised that I had no credit for the call to go through. When we got there I decided we could just kip in his shed since we couldn't get through to him, so we hopped his wall and immediately their dogs started barking their heads off so we hopped right back over the wall and pegged it for a minute. Then we went a tiny bit down this steep little overgrown off-road path and I decided to ring my gaff for a lift since it was now 7am. My dad picked us up, vaguely remember getting home, I was so hammered.. Shane and I stuck a pizza on and fell asleep in my living room.
Ate the pizza hours later after we woke up when it felt safe to test my tummy, it was actually pretty deece. Tasted a lot like foccacia, which makes sense I guess. We were pretty worried about Colm actually since he was in a way when we left him and when we rang his phone it had been turned into the Summit bar. We figured he might have fallen asleep in someones garden or something, and since it was so cold I was kinda thinking he could get pneumonia. Turns out he got home somehow though so it was fine. Shane and I watched a fair bitta tv in a big hungover shhhhtate.

Frozen planet is so so class. It made me really want to go see the northern lights thing in person. Here's a real shit quality link.
That is something I'd love to see in person. A video could never do that justice since things can always be faked in videos and we're all used to seeing literally unreal things in videos.
People living in the Arctic really have it hard though. It's not a cosy place to live at all. It's harsh but you get amazingly fresh air and incredibly beautiful stars.
Also futurama was golden as always. Bender is my idol.

Lastly I've been watching this tv show called "Freaks and Geeks". It's set at the start of the 80s (I think) and it was made about 10 years ago! It's got a great cast though and it's very very enjoyable. 40 min episodes, so it's meaty everytime. It's handy too because it forces you not to watch more than 1 a day since Megavideo would stop you and you have to wait/plug out your modem. I highly recommend it though if you're looking for a tv show!

Monday, 28 November 2011

Life, Job & the guy who'd rob.

So I took a little shhneaky break from doccin' me life there. Felt the river of laughs that once was my blog was running dry.
Mystery tour was fun. Paddy was friggin' real drunk which was nice since I haven't seen him pisshed in ages. Gav was a state too so I believe. I kissed some wench. Actually fuck this. I said before way back when that I don't want my blog to be just a log of the everyday events in my life. I'ma just talk crap more often. I prefer that.

So, I was thinking this today, I presume most people would agree, lets find out.
So many fucking sci-fi/fantasy/superhero crap have bits where it's like: "Did you ever think you were destined for something more in life?" or some generic crap like that. The reason they put it in is so you go like, "yeah man, I feel that way too. That could be me....". And boom, you're hooked and gonna watch the rest of this mediocre piece of crap.
I think it's a depressing thought that everybody thinks; "Is there actually nothing more to life?". Or maybe I just have a depressed outlook to life. I kinda hold out on the hope that having kids will be a great feeling.
Life is rather pointless and since we have so much free time it's very easy for us to think this. I wonder before life was safe and easy did people ever think this? Maybe life was more meaningful when being successful only required you to continue living.
I also think people think they're better looking than they are. I think most people would deny this to the ground if asked, I would. But it gives you confidence if you tell yourself you're more attractive than you actually are.
Girls have a thing for oranges. This one's simple, I can't think of any other reason why perfectly good looking girls would choose to dye their skin this colour.

So it's becoming that time in life. The time when you have to start worrying about a job. Where do I want to be in 3 years time? Money vs Likelihood for happiness? What exact field of computer engineering do I want?
It's stress and I don't want this in my life. I want to live with my friends, work on some projects that I enjoy during the day, get pissed at weekends and enjoy life in general. The problem is I don't know where any of my friends will be working, and I doubt any job will ever be just 9-5 everyday. There's just some people who I don't want to move abroad and they probably will, and I don't want to move abroad because then I'll miss everybody. I guess I have to move on and grow the fuck up.

The Guy Who'd Rob
So I had a real weird dart trip home today. At Kilbarrack of course some lad hopped on the dart, I had my earphones but I could hear him talking to someone in the seats opposite me, and then he sat down opposite me. He looked either a bit drunk, on something or else just genuinely really really tired. I'd have guessed a bit drunk and stoned but his eyes weren't red and he wasn't THAT sleepy. He was sleepy though. Anyhu, he asked me where I was going so I took my earphones out and started talking to him.
Turned out he was a pretty alright lad, chatty and whatever. He grew up in Howth but lives in Blanchardstown now. 
So to the point.
He was telling me on the dart what to do if someone is ever starting shit with me, you act like you want to whisper something to them, then as they get close you knee them in the balls, then loaf them in the head, then fucking uppercut them for the lights out shot. Apparently his old man was a man for doing it and taught him it. Said he'd used it 6 or 7 times. He also was telling me how to do a sleeper hold, and was remarking how careful you have to be to release the person as soon as they go unconscious or else you'll kill them. He was saying you flex your bicep to cut off the artery/vein in the neck, so I was thinking, right there's a move I can't do so. No friggin' biceps. 
When we got to Howth he put on his hat and was saying how hats are great because they hide his scars. So that lead on to him saying how he had been in jail for some time (for a joyride; getting chased by cops around Howth, 2 and a half years), in jail some lad "stabbed his brother to bits", so he stabbed the guy back, and then the guy stabbed him in the neck some time later and he needed 18 stitches or so. It was a pretty big scar. Apparently it's an ongoing fued thing. 
He was saying he's going to jail again in february, that's when his next trial is. He said he wasn't proud of what he did but he'd tell me anyways, he said to watch out for it in the papers feb 19th. My memory is so bad I can't remember his name but I do roughly recall what he did. Him and a mate robbed a cops gaf, stole a stun-gun, some 9mm bullets and a coppers uniform. Then one of his mates and him went out with a flashlight and went pulling cars over. Doing the whole copper bit, and I kinda missed a few details here and I'm not really sure what happened, but I think they were knicking the shit from the ppls cars while they had them standing up against the cop cars. They floored it once they were done and happened into a police checkpoint thing so they were fucked. His mate got out of the car and pegged it away, lucky for him, but this guy wasn't so lucky so he's gonna be getting jail time.
All in all, a pretty interesting dart-trip home.

Here's a picture I drew while really bored in a lab. I think it's cooool.

I was going to try write a lil rhyme or something but now it's quite late and I couldn't be assed. This is cutting into my 8 hrs sleep. Nite.

Token song.

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Truman Show - Is there something wrong with me?

I don't know if this is something other people sometimes think, but it's something that I thought about a fair bit when I was quite a lot younger.
What if there is something wrong with me? Do people sometimes have mental disabilities and they just don't realise it, could I be one and nobody has ever told me? It's something I used to think whenever I was feeling a bit awkward, or if someone was nice to me for no reason. "Is it because I'm not a normal person?" is basically what would run through my head, and then you think about it and figure you probably are perfectly normal, but surely it's possible that you just don't realise your mental disability? It's kinda like the Truman show a bit I think; it's something you never really thought about, but once you do, it's something you can get paranoid about.

I really like this song, I don't really like the guy in the clash's accent but it's a good song and I love the aussie accent so this is fantastic for me.

Just deleted the songs on my phone and stuck on a different set. Happy out, almost looking forward to the dart into college tomorrow.
I'm quite tired, peace out world.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Musical moods.

So I've noticed that my choice in music kind of goes in circles. I always come back to the same bands for brief periods of time whilst listening to random new stuff. Since everything in life goes in circles I thought it'd be a nice idea to make a circular graph. I don't think I've ever actually seen one before but surely someone must have made something like this before?
Time being the x-axis, and the x-axis being circular means it is recurring, never-ending (you'll see how this is extremely useful, a novel idea really). So it's perfect for depicting things that have no set timeframe but follow a pattern. Such as a repeating waveform, although for that it is a bit more awkward to view. You have to use your head for the Y axis but it's the space between the 2 x-axis lines. I had a load of things I was thinking of putting on the graph but I didn't want it to look untidy.

Edit: Upbeatness is MY general level of upbeatness, not the music, although it's basically the same thing.

Here's a song. Guess where I am! (actually I think I may have done this graph in the wrong order since I've just come from an elliott smith phase!

I just made this post on the 4th year engineering facebook page. You guys can have a go at it too if you like!
I actually haven't worked out the number to my own riddle yet.

I said:
You have an infinite number of very strong pink elephants capable of carrying infinite weights and walking at maximum speed of 1m/s, you have an elephant named Tom. Tom wants to break the maximum speed ever travelled by an elephant. That being 4 m/s travelled by Tom's great grandfather Terry, when Terry fell down a hill. So Tom wants to move at 5m/s. Tom comes up with an idea to beat this speed by simply walking! But he can't work out how many of his elephant friends he'll need to get to help him. Can you work out how Tom plans to do this and how many elephants he'll need? 
Protip: Re-watch dumbo (particularly this bit http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=944cPciN-kw)

It's well past bedtime. Goodnight world.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Sellin' smokes to dodgy blokes.

To be honest this title is completely false, I only made it because it rhymes.
It should really be "Selling dodgy smokes to blokes.". I'm finally getting around to offloading some of these many many cigarettes I brought back from Kenya. They cost me a 5r for 200, trying to sell them for 30euro monies for 200. Going to do sell 200 to one of my mates now for 20 quid though but shhhh, people aren't supposed to know that. The company who manufactured them doesn't even have a website. Stone-age smokes, apparently they have a pretty high level of tar.

That documentary on people falling in love with objects was really weird. Very sad stuff. At times I was undecided as to whether or not it was these people doing an old hoax, at other times I just figured they were fed loads of LSD or something as children, but in general I think it probably is a real problem that some people have and I feel bad for them.
Although this is just hilarious. The amusement ride she's looking at in the video is an object she loves. It's a picture of it that she takes down and looks at afterwards I think.

It turns out that chick is nae interested by the way. I was pretty surprised how little it bothered me. I'm not just saying that in a childish way to be all protect my own feelings-y, honest. I guess it's because it wasn't a long time "crush" or anything. Obviously I'm a bit disappointed but I think it was a bit of a step forward for myself to actually put myself out there without copious amounts of alcohol in my system.
One of my friends who's very pretty told me before that she gets asked out a lot by guys, often her mates, and that she thinks it makes them get on better regardless of whether she actually likes the kid back. At the time I actually just kinda thought she liked the compliment of guys saying they like her but now I actually think I get what she meant. It gets awkwardness out of the way rather than the opposite. I think I might do it more often than every few years. The worst bit is that I decided to include this story in my DOCS, the best bit is I can continue moping about cold streaks and being alone.

Here's some Morcheeba that I've been listening to while attempting to do work for my final year project.

Morcheeba is so boss. I love when you take a break from an artist for just long enough to really appreciate them when you hear them again.

Had a funny moment there a second ago. (Here's the recommended reading for non cd engineers: the door into one of the computer rooms in college is often pulled open by people since it's easy to pull open and trek of taking your card out, so unfortunately the actual door handle broke today and is now gonezo.)
I don't know where my student card is at the moment so as I headed to the computer rooms I counted me blessings to see some lad there swiping his card in the machine. After the swipe machine was happy with his card and did it's little green LED flash of light he had to put his hands awkwardly in cracks in the door to open it and he held it open for me. So while he was doing this I was thinking, frig, I'm really going to have to find my student card or else I won't be able to get in here at all anymore, so I said "It's gonna be harder to just pull this door open now.", to which dude replies "yeah, it's from all those feckin' eejits pulling the door open all the time, it only takes 5 seconds to swipe your card.". I mutter some sort of agreement, or I think I did at least and then we both walked into the room and went our separate ways. I wonder how long it took him to realize that he had just pretty much called me an eejit, or if he even realized at all.

I've loadsa college work to do, peace out kids.

Monday, 14 November 2011

Something I haven't done in ages.

So I just asked a girl out, I think she might like me. I hope so.
I'm a relationship pussy so this was nerve wrecking. I haven't sent a text like that in honestly nearly 2 years. Fuck, actually longer. After I had spent a while longer than I should ever spend composing a short text I was happy that the text didn't seem too bent so I pressed the old send button and 3, being the great network that they are, decide they actually don't have reception for me any more and won't let me send anything.
Like I was pretty nervous watching the sending words pop up and then when it says message sending failed it felt like failing a test because I'd have to send it again. Luckily 3 do have webtext so I used that but now I'm pretty sure I won't get a reply til the morning, partly because she's probably asleep by now and partly because I have no reception to receive a text anyway.
I hope I manage to sleep :/.

Going to watch this documentary now about "objectum sexuality" that someone recommended to me.
It's about people who find objects sexy, as you may have guessed from the name.
I'll let ye know.

Heard this song today,

used to be so mad for Amy Lee. She always makes me think of Aileen; Evanescence were kinda coming up around the time Aileen died and she introduced me to them, and being a 13/14 year old at the time I loved them to bits.

Also last night I couldn't get to sleep so I youtubed "sleep" and found this amazing song with great images. Watching it made me wish I still believed in god, I even found myself starting to think I should at least pretend I believe in a god. If I pretended I'd probably get some of that happiness that those overzealous people seem so jacked up on the whole time.

Saturday, 12 November 2011

For lack of a better name (is a deadmau5 album).

I haven't written one of these in a bit and I feel no more motivated to write one now than any time in the past week. Sometimes I feel I only write these things to force people to listen to music I like, or at least to feel like I'm forcing people to. Maybe people only come here in search of laughs.
Anyways fuck it, what's been up (man, hows your daughter?). <- (i imagine that was just for fi and paddy, if either still read this thing).

You can stick this on while you read. It's very cool.

So, I was at the poshest birthday party I've ever been to on Friday night last week. It was me old budday Helen's birthday, they had bouncer dudes at the door, women going around filling up drinks (free drinks that is) and some of the most yummy posho foods I've ever had. I felt bad that I hadn't shaved; I have been using the whole movember thing as an excuse not to shave, I like having the facial hair now.
As you come in the door one of those chicks is there offering you glasses of champagne, red or white. So not wanting to look a fool I decided before she opened her mouth I'd say champagne; I was quite in the mood for some champagne, but then, problem. The lady goes, "Would you like some of Le bligabloopagoopadoo, red, or white?". I want champagne but I haven't a friggin' breeze how to pronounce it, and I don't want to look mad uncultured so I saved the day though by doing a quick change of drink and saying White. Man I'd have loved some of Le bligabloop though.
Conclusion on the party: Helen has a lot of hot friends.
The best bit of the party came 2 days later when Helen finally saw my card. I had actually been worried it may have fallen to the bottom of the wine bag and been thrown out. I got a text from her saying "Just saw your card, its great thanks! My mother also read it and thinks you're very sweet and I'm a slut". What a perfect card I appear to have made. I thought it was kinda funny but it outdid my expectations. I couldn't be bothered to go into details about it.

I slept on 2 big cushions on the ground next to Dent Nevs, he was an awful state that night like a good lad.
The next day I had to drive from there to Donegal for Collettes 21st. I was in my suit still and didn't feel like it would be appropriate to change out of my suit trousers on the road outside their house since it was so mad posh there. Instead I changed in town at Merrion Square between 2 cars, it was a good call even if it was far busier. I'm getting side tracked here. Emo, bonesy and jay were there ready to go but fionan, the mess, had drank a lot the night before at helens so he was still asleep when I rang him to ask where he was. To be fair he got into us in no time. The drive up was pretty safe despite a wrong turn or two.
The cabins were class. When we got up Collzer's brothers had beers nice and cold ready for us. Sound.
We went to the pub, usual drunken craic, some very enthusiastic dancing from certain people. We played the "mine" game, hadn't played that in ages. Nailed 3 ppl with it in a 10 minute space or so. Was pretty drunk at this stage actually. Had the song Kings Crossing by Elliott smith
pretty stuck in my head at that stage, fionan and myself made plans to get bikkied and listen to it in the car. Eh, back at the house what happened... Usually crack, ended up out in the car eventually with Finge and Harriet shhhmokin' an aul J or 2 listening to music but not Elliott. Then Harriet's drunk mate came out too.. He said something real funny, what was it. Oh yeah, he asked Fionan "is this Amnesia Haze?", and obviously Fionan didn't know so the guy was like, "Yeahhh I think it is. Man that's goood shit. Yehhh good shit", then the funny bit happened. He started making up lyrics to the song that was playing. He was like "Yeahhh we smokin', yeahh , we smokin' and we high, we smokin' and we high, we smokin' and we fly, yehhh, we smokin'" or some nonsense like that. It was pretty cringe but pretty funny too. He then got a bit insistent that Fionan should roll another one. Fionan didn't mind though so it was all good.
Eventually come half 6 or so I decided I'd go to bed. People were still up playing guitar and singing along but since I had to drive home the next morning and had all that project management bullshit stuff still to do I thought sleep was a sensible option.
I was so fucking wrecked driving back the next day. It's a long old drive to Donegal, I had the window cracked most of the way since I was so drowsy. Was sipping my energy drink too. If I was alone in the car I might have crashed, just the thought of killing a car full of my mates was enough to keep me awake. I noticed a funny relationship, the faster you drive the more awake you become. So if you're really tired and you start driving too fast you get a little adrenaline rush which wakes you up. So maybe speeding sometimes IS the safer option? I got us home alive in the end anyway and got my management thing submitted on time.
I felt awful for the next 2 days though after how exhausting that weekend was.

I'm learning these 2 on piano at the moment, only while I'm taking breaks from trying to (so far failing miserably) do my college work.
This one's real easy, although I should make it clear I can't sing along to anything.
Actually I amn't learning miss misery yet but I'm going to print it out and learn it.

This one's harder, still very doable.

I'm going out tonight I do believe. It's my friend Oluchi's birthday, the lads are going out too. I haven't heard back from the suas people if they're heading to Oluchi's or not. I'm not gonna head on my tod like. I'll head into town with the buahchailli and play it by ear I think..

I was reading some blogs actually while procrastinating. I made a facebook comment that my mate bones looked like a junky in a picture so I googled heroin junkies to compare but came across a heroin addicts blog. It was really interesting. This one in particular was good. http://blacktable.com/lang041104.htm. This one was aiit too  . http://memoiresofaheroinhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/heroin-addicts-vs-junkies-request.html
My friend Christine, who also keeps a blog (http://themisadventuresofchristine.blogspot.com/), a very good one at that, linked me to some girl from Cork's blog, she doesn't know her. The girl is like anorexic/bulemic but it's interesting/a bit shocking reading her blog and the way her life revolves around body image and what other people think of her makes such a huge impact on her. I feel kinda sorry for her, she seems sweet. Her blog is here: thefighttobethin.blogspot.com 

My laptops about to run out of battery and I better go do a tiny bit of work (yeah right) before I head into town to meet the lads for drinks. Probably should shower or something too...

Drew this the other night to go with a label from my last post.

Nothing else matters

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

No relationship was started on a wet dream.

On a big Urthboy binge at the moment. I'll just throw a few links at the end.
Went on the surf trip last weekend. It was really good fun. I went with Donal and Gav. Donal drove us down, nearly killing us all a few times but we arrived unscathed somehow. Turned out we were to house with some 3rd year engineers who knew a good few people in our year through VDP soc. Staples and I shared a room, Donal was supposed to share the fold out doublebed couch with one of the 3rd years.
Anyways we played some drinking games, usual crack the first night. We stayed around the houses for the night. The 3rd year engo lads decided it was a good idea for us to lock the house so it wouldn't get thrashed. It was a good idea. But maybe not for Donal.
We're pretty drunk and disperse amongst the house parties etc. At some stage drunk Donal decides to go home but alas the house is locked. So he hops into his car. We don't know where Donal's gone and the house is still locked so we assume he must have cashed in.
We head back to the house as the night comes to an end. Shiner(3rd year engo housemate) realizes he needs a blanket so he tries to steal mine and Gav's. Gav and him wrestle over the blanket a bit; I'm too wrecked to really care. Somehow it ends up with myself lying on the right of the bed, Shiner in the middle with the blanket and Gav beside him trying to pull it off him. Suddenly I get a smack in the face as Shiner gets the fuck out of the bed as quick as he can.

Turns out Gav decided he'd get shiner out of the bed pretty quick if he whipped his kacks off.
I guess it worked in that way, but then it just ended up with us on one side of the bed and gav holding his bits in his hands on the other. Onesies went on a sleep ensued.
Donal wakes up a few hours later and there's sick all over the inside of his car so he comes inside. The smell in the morning was ransid.
We watched home and away for a solid amount of time in the morning, it's actually really good.

2nd night we played the mushroom game, I tipped the cards. Then we played a really good game of kings. For 2 we had to go get stuff. Different suits meant different things. A johnny, a bra, a toaster and the most random item were the categories. I got my first and only score of the weekend off a girl from the house where I got the bra. I don't think it was hers, at least she said it wasn't but I was meant to give it back to her to give back to the chick in her house. I used my classic creeping line which you should know from a previous blog post. Drinking game recommenced and chicks fecked off. No real stories from that night, I went to bed kinda early since I was real drunkk.

The last night was real good fun. We got up to some shenanigans, some people were putting eggs in microwaves in houses which were left open. I've no idea who. It was hilarious because it made the houses stink, so you could walk around being like Peeee-u smells like egg in here. What is that? And some people were nicking all the toilet paper from all the houses so people would be in trouble come shit-time in the morning.... Again, NO idea who. Most notably Donal got in a fight with some UCD lads. I didn't actually see it but his nose, forehead and lip were a bit swollen in the morning. To be fair apparently he landed one or 2 on the lad too before his mates jumped in. Donal doesn't know how it started but he thinks he said something about yer man's outfit.
This weekend is Helen's 21st on Friday and Collettes on Saturday up in Donegal. Think I might drive to both. Not drink at Helen's maybe. Helen is one of those people who I always get really messy drunk around. I think it's safest to not drink and just drive.

I have so much college work to do over tonight and tomorrow. A huge individual report and we have to finish our group report for management. (I had started writing my individual report but then heard that lyric which is the title and decided I wanted to make a blog post with that as the title).
Have to do some database online course thing I'm not really sure what it even is for Monday. Need to look into writing this C# program for meeting my supervisor next week. And other crap which is less immediate...

Song title lyrics are part of this song.
This song is really really awesome. Way less rap based hiphop.
This song is just straight up ace.
Long time favourite.
Listening to this a fair bit lately too.

And one more for good measure.

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

New york and.... yeah.

Was eating my pizza, decided to do this, not quite sure why but voila.

New York was really good fun. The pizza there was better than the pizza above (although that was pretty yummy despite looking quite mank in that pic). I flew out Friday and left there Sunday night, so I got back Monday morning. Tiring stuff. My pops was a pilot so we got standby flights which so it's not a big waste of money only going for a weekend.

On Friday night we just went and got ourselves some food, went back to my sister Maeve's apartment and crashed from exhaustion. Getting through immigration in JFK is horseshit. It takes ages. So tiring.

Saturday I had my trapezing lesson real early, we got a taxi to the wrong place first, then had to leg it in another taxi to the right place. Trapezing is GREAT.
This is a pretty crap video of my second swing, but it's the only video I have at the moment I'm afraid.
I felt so retarded on my final go. I was pretty dehydrated at the stage and was kinda tired. The idea was instead of putting your legs on the bar, just put your heels on it and then let go of your hands at the last second when you go forward and sorta swing free of the swing. But muggins here let go of my hands way to early and basically did an entire swing hanging just by my heels, presumably looking ridiculous. Although I'm still kinda surprised as to how I managed to stay on hanging just by my heels. I don't have it on video so sozzle sticks kids.

That night we went to see the Sister Act musical, which was pretty good. The first half was pretty funny, the second half was really predictable and kinda dragged on. Not sure if starting to feel really tired had anything to do with it.

On Sunday we went for a walk through central park which was cool. Happened across elmo just sitting on a bench chilling there. And the "Afrobats" were there, some pretty cool gymnastic comedians. They wore fake afro's, hence the name. Good fun to watch, especially since my sister Maeve got picked out as one of the people who the guy did a front flip over!

The flight home was eventless, I watched a movie called "Super-8" which I had heard about from my housemates in Kenya. Loads of them went to see it and all but one proclaimed it the biggest piece of shit ever. They all seemed to think I might like it however, which I thought was a bit weird since they all said they hated it. Anyways I watched it and thought it was alright. Not great but the kid actors had a really cute relationship, the plot outside of the 2 of them was pretty cliché.

Arrived back on monday morning, just in time for these lovely floods we're having here.

I'm not particularly in love with this song, but the lyrics are real good.

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Night time.

My short term memory is awful and my long term memory is even worse, and my short term memory is pretty awful too. I've gotten really bad at remembering thing's people tell me. I find myself the whole time these days remembering the guts of a conversation I had with somebody but forgetting the most important details they told me. It's reallyyy annoying.

I'm heading to NYC this friday, provided I remember to go, should be cooool. Going with my sister to see my sister just for the weekend. Going staff-travel since the dad was a pilot so it's standby, would suck to get stuck over there or not get to go over..... Gonna be getting a trapeezing lesson on Saturday morning! Trapeezing is something I'd never really have thought about doing before but now that I'm signed up for a lesson I'm pretty excited for it!

I've to meet my supervisor for my project tomorrow and tell him that I've not got done what I had set out to do.... And I have a test worth 15% of that subject but it's open book and we can talk to whoever is sitting beside us so hopefully it won't be too bad. I imagine it will still be quite tough though....


Friday, 14 October 2011

If it was possible to overdose on a song....

I'd overdose on this:

It's awesome in all the ways a song can be awesome.
Well, I actually can't stand over that statement given that the lyrics could literally be anything.
Shakira is just so friggin' hot. When she says the word "kiki" I swoon. Her voice is only matched in hottness by her actual physical  hotness, which is only beat by her sexy fucking voice. I realise I've created some sort of infinite loop/paradox there which seems to increase forever, which I think is the only way to accurately describe Shakira.

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

The Mysteries of girls and IP

I don't know if I'll do any more actual drawing drawings because they're not very clear and it's a pain photographing it. Anyway here's this.

--I still can't be sure as to why I couldn't ping her IP that day.

For your consideration: sooo want.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Requiem for a dream

I read an arcticle... And I'm going to post on facebook that I read this article. Not because I want you to read it. Just because I want everybody to know that I'm the sort of person who reads news articles.

I actually make a point of not clicking on those articles just so it doesn't pop up on my facebook page that I was reading whatever article and thereby look like a sap myself. It's a tricky life.

Requiem for a dream is such a good movie.. This post is about the other sort of dream though.

I had this girl before who I loved, soulmates kind of thing. Unfortunately I woke up and she went back to not existing. It's a sad and lonely story really and it happened a year or 2 or 3 ago, it's hard to remember when dreams occurred. The last day I was thinking, imagine waking up and realizing loads of the most important people in your life were actually just dreamt up and never really existed. Then of course I realised this in a way happened to me before in that dream. Obviously it doesn't make me sad because I know she never existed and I have no recollection of her, as in no dreamt memories of spending time together. So is that how I would feel if I woke up and realized someone who I actually have a lot of memories with never existed? Or would it be different because I have memories of doing things with people I know. Would any of that matter? What would you rather if this happened to you; that you kept memories of everything you did together or that you lost them all and only had a vague recollection of how this person made you feel?

This is awful waffle stuff, I SWEAR I'M NOT ON DRUGS!

Not sure if I've embedded this song before but it's of a suitable mood:

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Wanna hear a joke?

- Okay, it's really good though so I'll have to tell you it bit by bit..  1 0 0 1 1 0 1 0 

I had an amusing observation earlier on today, maybe it was just to me or the circumstances but whatever I'll say it anyway. Whenever you look around and can't hear what people are talking about imagine they're describing their bits to whoever is listening. It's actually very funny.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Diary of a wimpy kid.

So I came across my old diary from when I was 14-15 with one entry from when I was 16.
It just so happened that the last entry which was about half a year after the prior one, the only one entry from when I was 16, had a sentence in it that said "Challenge E.O'Reilly on Tuesday.".  It's weird to see that. He was an old man who I challenged on the squash ladder in the club, he was very old but he still played squash at a decent level because he was very very good in his day. He was in his 70s probably, it's hard to remember since it was a long time ago and old just seemed old to me then.
Anyway, we were only a few minutes into the match when he had a heart attack and died. It was a very shocking experience. Everything I had learned from a first aid course I did that summer went out the window. I had no idea what I was supposed to do for someone having a heart attack. I found out afterwards that his doctor had warned him before to stop playing squash because it was such a health risk for a man of his age, especially since he was carrying belly.

It's actually kind of annoying how shit my writing was back then. Half the time I have no idea what I was trying to say because it's written in scrawl like: "i dno watever was b4 cos i came l8.". That's not an actual quote but a lot of it's like that. It's funny what a typical teenager I was presumably without realizing it. It's really fun reading a diary from so long ago though since I forget so much of it, like that time RYAN missed his schools talent show because I was playing a squash match and couldn't answer it.
It's also a little depressing reading my description of doing weights from when I was 16 and how I probably can't do such weights now. I played an awful lot of squash back then though, I had forgotten how much I played.

On a different topic, I've started back to college. It's very average and in fact I have very little more to say about it. It's nice seeing mates all over the place now but people have lectures at all different times since we have so much subject choice so breaks aren't amazing crack.

Kinda tired, need to get to sleep as I have a 9 lecture 2mrw..

Diary of a wimpy kid is a pretty deece movie even if it is just for kids. Or maybe just any movie is good when you watch it with O-dea-c-us. ;)

This song has been stuck in my head of late, it's ace.

Monday, 19 September 2011

I can't be sure but... I think I might be getting a little bit older....

So it's my last freshers week, I feel like I should do something but freshers week really is just a bit crap at the end of the day. 2nite is the one good event of the week, it's calvin harris doing a dj set in academy I think. Or something like that. The rest of the nights are the usual shite in the usual shite clubs.

I went go-karting on sunday. I was a complete 5th wheel it was dreadful. I went with my cousin Seamus, his Austrian girlfriend and my cousin Simon (Seamus's younger brother) with his Irish girlfriend (she might be slightly american or just lived there a while). My neck and my back are a bit sore at the moment from it I think. Seamus was the best at it, then myself, then simon and the girls were pretty even. It's like 35 beans for 30 minutes which is quite steep but it's such good fun it's worth it. I could stay ahead of seamus most of the time but I wasn't able to overtake him, and he was just too good at fucking me up on corners by smacking into me. He used to do a bit of karting when he was like 12. Anyways, Seamus and myself thought it would be hilarious to make Simon come last in one of the races. So I nipped ahead of him and we were trying to fuck him up. I got beside him at one stage and basically had him snookered like this.

The plan was just to wait like this until the girls got ahead and were safely far enough ahead so they could come first and second. The karts can't reverse so it was pretty foolproof. So as you can imagine at this stage I'm laughing my ass off looking Simon in the face and he's looking appropriately pissed off at this moment (on one of the previous laps I forced him to drive basically off the track and get soaked), when someone, I'm not sure who but at the time I thought it was Seamus having a laugh, mills into the back of me. I get knocked all over the gaff and Simon gets deflected free from the gridlock. Afterwards Seamus said it wasn't him which I believe, but neither of the girls said they did it. I think it was that smack that has gotten me a bit sore. We had to abandon trying to fuck simon up on that race but we got him on the next one!

After karting we went for eddie rockets and it was like this....
Simon's girlfriend did a lovely imitation of me talking to my hands when she presumably noticed how awkward I was looking while both couples were having couple-y moments: "I love you James. I love you too James. Mhua mhua mhua".

Overall, good fun but I'm not gonna go somewhere as a 5th wheel again as it makes you realize just how single you are.

On a separate note to do with ageing and general bad buzzes, my hair is falling out like a dickwad. Whenever I use conditioner it's like I'm actually using a magical paste that makes hair fall out like nobody's business. I hope I'm just a bit rundown or something because I don't want to be bald at all. I'm still greying exponentially but I can deal with being grey, being bald would just suck ass.

On a final note, CH-CH-CH-CHECK OUT the new background to my thing. It's a frame from the morcheeba video "Gained The World" which I found on google images.

Speaking of trip-hop:

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Google Headfuck

I imagine this is happening to most people with tcd accounts at the moment; everytime I log in it asks me to clarify or something between 2 google accounts I apparently have. I never set up a second account so google must have automatically done it for me, I'd appreciate if they'd automatically make them back into one for me if they could. I just keep clicking "do this later" but it means I have to keep logging out and in. All this time away from programming seems to have made me a little afraid of computers. I feel like an old dear.

I've been bored out of my ballsack lately. I made 2 c++ programs the last day to cheat in a flash game. One automatically clicks spacebar for me with specific times between clicks which let me cheat a pretty deece score in this game where you have to pick up, jump and throw basketballs (although it didn't work perfectly, I imagine because my CPU is changing it's usage). The other just simulates a left mouse click at a very quick rate which lets you get a very high score at this stupid game where you have to bash a computer. That's how little I have to do lately. I was just playing these stupid games and thought, I bet I could make a program for this and so I did.

For a while I've felt like I should learn some Chopin on the piano. He's pretty awesome and I don't know any. This one is quite famous and I was thinking of finding it somewhere to learn it.
But in my boredom and laziness instead I just went looking through my piano books seeing if there was anything I might like to learn. I came across this piece and I think it sounds kinda fun but I haven't found the motivation to learn it yet, it's pretty quick but it's shorter than the Chopin.
What I could do with right now is some zams. I never play so much piano as when I have exams.

I lost my phone one night when I went to the cinema to see the "In Betweeners" movie. It's very annoying that I did because I had so many things saved in the notes on that phone (had a sweet new rap) =[. Someone found it and wasted 6 beans of my credit ringing Latvia like a twat. Very annoying.

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Naat a laat

We we doing poetry writing in that literature club thing I was going on about before and they had to rhyme with the word book, so one of the girls wrote down fook. I was a bit confused as to what she meant but then I saw the sentence was
The bed fook was nice. I asked her to saying that fook word and she whispered "Fuck". I was shocked at first but after 2 minutes found it hilarious.

Here's some random pics and shit.
Uncertainty is very uncertain.

Post blue.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Word up

Hey hey heyyyyy. Sooooo want to know what's up in the world of James? I bet you do. I bet that's why you're reading this. Well I'd hate to disappoint you of all people so here goes.

I've finished with me grade3 kids. Some are around school at different stages through the day but overall they're not really around anymore and I'm no longer their teacher. It's pretty sad. I'll surely miss 'em. I did get to have a bit of a laugh with a few of them today but I dunno if I'll get those chances everyday. We've split class 6 into 4 groups, and each group into 3 parts so I have 9 kids now instead of a class of 53.
We just do 3 classes a day adn tehn at the end of the day we do clubs then sports. So Stephen, Colm and I do the literature club (the other clubs are drama, music and art so don't think I'm too bent for doing lit). Today we did debating and it was actually hilarious. The motion was Boys are better than girls, so we let them choose the team they wanted, the 3 boys were for boys being better surprisingly joined by a girl and then 6 girls were on the girls are better side. The kids are about 12 years old, some maybe 13 some maybe 11. One of the funniest moments was after one of the girls said her point about boys not being faithful since they cheat on girls one of the boys stood up and said, "If a boy cheats on a girl, then who is the fool?". The same boy who stood up gave his point about boys being able to defend territorys of land and keep places safe, he went on to say how in Masai tradition the men kill lions for whatever reasons so Stephen (since he was helping the girls) pointed out that he wasn't a Masai and asked had he ever killed a lion and the wee kid wittily replied "I'll give you 30 seconds, go bring me a lion and I'll kill it".

Oisin always goes on about wanting to walk into the school from the main road since he feels like a white princess driving in. We drive down the path into the slum every schoolday, every morning we're driving through hundreds of people who are walking in the opposite direction out of the slum while on their way to work and they have to get out of the way for us which is quite bent. Well anyways since last week the rain had washed away some of the path and there had been a load of gravel dumped on the side of the path so it was very narrow to drive down. I've been shitting myself while we drive past that bit everyday for the last week but today my nightmare nearly became a reality. The front left wheel slid down a bit and the whole matatu(a van/bus) started leaning over. We all jumped over to the other side of the matatu and the driver tried twice to drive out of the predicament which was quite scary since he'd go forward, not make it and then slide back. After that we all had to carefully get out while the people who got out were putting their weight on that side of the matatu so it wouldn't end up toppling, just for safety, it probs wouldn't have. So with us all out and some help from locals who had been walking by (they quite dodgily went on the side that it would have fallen down on top of and pushed from there. I don't know whether they were being brave or stupid) our vehicle made it back onto the track and shaken but completely unhurt we all hopped back in and drove home.

Our confidence in our driver has left us a bit; yesterday on our way to school in the morning he pulled onto a roundabout and got hit in the side. Some people saw it coming quite early on and gave a scream what seemed like 4 seconds in advance, maybe it was but I doubt it could have been. Nobody was hurt but it was quite worrying for the people sitting on the righthand side of the car. The side of the car was dented a bit but overall fine. For the first while over here we thought drivers here were mad but then we got used to how close they come to hitting each other all the time and how often they pull out in front of each other. I think now we're a bit paranoid again.

I hadn't planned on putting up any pictures of my kids but here's a pic of Rosemary, me and about half of my class. Some of them don't really like getting their pictures taken. I hope if they ever see this they don't mind.

I have 2 pics crudely drawn so I'll throw them up in 2 or 3 days.