Smile you creepy fuck. Smile anyways.

I told myself a short while ago that I should smile at randomers more. I don't smile enough. If I make eye contact with a girl I very rarely smile unless I'm on a night out. I should smile but I'm always paranoid that I'll be like that guy who waves back at someone who isn't waving at them. Also, maybe I don't have a nice smile. When I'm drunk I might think I look like this:

Or even this:

but what if I actually come across more like this.

This song's pretty copasetic. 

I was also thinking of winking at girls sometimes. Winks are so cheeky. Yeah I think I just need to not worry and smile at people more anyways. This kinda ties in with something I had been meaning to talk about actually.

Hot girls on the dart.
They're rare, but when they happen, I always kinda hope they don't sit next to me. That's really just not natural is it? You know you're in for an awkward dart trip home when there's some sweet sitting opposite you. You want to look at them, but then you don't want to be obviously looking at them. And if you do make eye contact the chances are you both have earphones in so you can't say anything even if you had the balls to, and you can't smile in case they think you're a freak and want to change seats. That'd be the worst, if you're that guy who makes them feel so uncomfortable that they want to change seats but train etiquette dictates they're not allowed unless a fully empty set of seats opens up. You also want to talk to them, but that's really just way out of train etiquette. If everybody could talk to anybody they like on the DART it'd just be such a pain in the ass getting it everyday.

I'd never choose to sit down next to a hot girl on the dart, I'd always choose some middle aged man ahead of them. But then ironically I do get slightly offended when there's not many empty seats but people still don't sit next to me even though it's the obvious choice.
Do I look dirty? Do I smell? Do I look like high or drunk? Or someone who's likely to get sick on them?
Or wet myself? Did I wet myself? No, I definitely didn't wet myself. Not yet.
So why don't you sit next to me??
Eh?
Do I make hot girls feel like that when I choose to sit next to some 90 year old incontinent woman?
I doubt it. I'd say they know exactly what's going on. I don't want to come across as a freak, and we're both better off for it.
I'm not trying to say I'm the equivalent of a hot girl in case anybody gets that notion. My point is I'm a very regular looking guy. If somebody said I need a typical male, I think I could probably do that job. I should be easy to sit next to.
[edit: I just realised that I probably only think I'm typical looking because I'm the guy that I've seen the most in the world. Most people probably think they're typical looking? Although, I'm average height, average build, most common hair colour, common skin colour... I am pretty typical :p]

Actually watch this video. It's so gooood.
This isn't the actual music for it but it's nicer music than the original I reckon.

Pro Squash player:
I've always had this thought in my head that I probably could have succeeded at anything I wanted. I think most people nowadays feel that way. I'm not going to lie, I'm actually quite good at any sport I try. I don't think I've ever had a sport where I just suck ass at it. Unless skateboarding counts. I sucked hard at that when I tried it as a kid.

I never actually started getting properly good at any sports until I was about 16. I started playing a lot of squash then and it just improved my balance, coordination and strength for pretty much everything. I still never over-achieved at squash though. I played for the province but never made the Irish team. I never really tried to though either. I had it in my head that other people were better than me even when they weren't. I never had the drive for it. Same problem with sailing.. Sorta. I always had a sucky ass boat with old ass sails. But even if I was doing okay in races I'd do worse than I should because I'd get out of peoples way just because they'd say so, even if I had right of way. And I'd give them room around marks even if I had no reason to let them in.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I, of all people, wasn't competitive enough in competitions. I was definitely competitive around my friends, but mentally I never cared enough to be a competitive dick to people I didn't know.

I always get told I have a lovely style of play for squash. A natural or whatever. I kinda always just thought people said that to every young player, but since I still get told it sometimes I guess it must be true. A guy at training the other night told me pretty adamantly that he thinks I could have gone pro if I had really tried. (There's no money professional squash really so I was never going to.) He also told me to get angry on court and not be so pleasant, because it's hard to win if you're not really engaged in the match. That is definitely true. If I'm having a laugh and really enjoying the match I always play way worse.
I was also told I'm hitting the ball better now that I ever have before which is weird since I haven't been playing too much.

In conclusion, I've definitely underachieved at sports because I've not had the drive to win, but I've enjoyed them so fuck it. I think working actually does give me an extra drive to try in squash somehow. I find I work a bit harder in training now.

Sarah said I never mention people in my blog posts when we had our super sexy lunch date today. Thanks Sarah for meeting me for lunch, you da best. Work was SO boring today and will be for the next 2 days. The guy training me is away and I've been left with not a lot to do and I'm not 100% on what exactly I have to do of the little bit I have. It's frightful boring. If anybody wants to meet me for lunch around baggot st area around 1pm please do so I can justify taking my whole hour of a lunch break.

This made me laugh.

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Peace out.
Stay classy guys.
I love you.

Quick question. 
Please answer it in the anonymous ("Ask me anything") box on the top right!
I noticed I still got a few blog hits since my last post which is weird. I used to get none when I'd stop blogging for a few days.
Do you check my blog regularly, do you know my in person?
And what do you like (or dislike if you wanna be a dick) about my blog?

I'm too tired to blog.

Here's a pretty cool video for a pretty cool recap on the last 50 years.

I have a couple of things I'd like to talk about when I'm not so tired but no doubt I'll forget about them... I still have a post in drafts from a few months ago that I'm very very slowly losing more and more enthusiasm for.

I was asked:
"What's your idea of success?" - Feeling content.

Do you love me?

Because I love you.

That's why I've spent about another 10 or 12 hours doing loads of new shit so you guys can continue to read my online diary that is this blog, now with even more ease.
Google decided they want to get way stricter on their extensions because apparently some websites were installing them on the sly without letting users know. In fact, maybe you should check what extensions you have installed just in case....

So anyway, after my first week of work I decided to do some coding over the weekend. My blog decryption app no longer requires you to go into it to decrypt the messages. All you have to do is sit there and let it decrypt for itself. Unfortunately because of the new restrictions from google I have to make the extension call other scripts in it through this slow ass method. So basically once my blog loads, you have to wait 2 seconds before the encrypted parts will get decrypted. I think it's tolerable. You probably won't even notice. I probably shouldn't have mentioned it... Oh well, too late now.

I was going to do this cool thing where I can auto-update the app, but I have to pay a 5er to put the app on the google chrome store for that, (or find somewhere I can host files and change them while they're up there) and I ain't doin' that at the mo son.

So yeah, the link on the side should be working again now and you can download the new delicious version. Copy and paste your username and password from the old one and hit the Set Username/Password button and you're donezo. If it breaks, please let me know.

So yeah what's been up.

I got pissed outta me brainz on Saturday night. Went to my cousin's house in Rathmines with my other cousin. Got a little sickies. Real good fun.
Working really makes you appreciate your free time so much more. You're basically never bored (apart from at times at work :p ), which is nice.

For people who don't read the encrypted parts they must find this post awfully boring. So here is a little something that I wanna try out.
Answer these questions anonymously, either via the formspring box on the right or as an anonymous comment. To be honest, the only one I'm really curious about is question number 3, so feel free to skip 1 and 2 if you'd prefer not to answer them.

1) Are you reasonably happy with your life so far? Do you think you've enjoyed it as much as you should have? Is there anything you're disappointed with yourself about?
2) If you could go back in time and re-live a certain age, would you? If so, when would it be and why?
3) Do you think you'll be generally happier some in the future than you are now? When and why?

It's all about their smell.

I want to date a gymnast before I die.
Gymnastics is definitely the most impressive thing on in the olympics. The girls are for the most part quite hot, but the fact that they're unbelievably talented just adds so much more to them. Their balance, agility and fit little bodies are amazing.

The title is in fact not about gymnasts as I've never had the pleasure of smelling one. Well not a professional one anyway.
It's in fact relating to something my mum told me before. She said the most important thing in a relationship is that you like the other person's smell. Every person has a smell, or scent if you prefer. You can overpower it with perfume/cologne, but at the end of the day you still have that odour on you always. And my mum's point was that if you don't like their smell it probably won't work out. If you're sleeping beside this person for the rest of your life, you need to like the way they smell.
It kinda makes sense too. I'd imagine how you find the smell of someone being closely related to your carnal desire for them. It's something your body picks up on more than your mind is aware of.

Check it out, a song about me.

 It's hilarious. So bad but I'm obliged to love it.


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It's actually sad how proud I am of this app. I far prefer it to my FYP which was far more work. This was all me though wayoooo. (and kelly the chief head test engineer ofc)

I'm sorry, this just isn't working for me.

I'm late as always. Just as well I wasn't born a girl or I'd be shitting it the whole time.
Except for I wouldn't because you can't get pregnant from lack of sex (yeah whatever Mrs Mary Christ).

I start work in the morning so I should really keep this short and go to sleep.
I'm actually quite excited. Surprising myself here. I'm sure that I'll feel different come half 7 am tomorrow.

Just watched Sleepers with the parents. I had seen it before quite a while ago. It was great, definitely worth a watch if you're looking for something kinda heavy.

Yeah so the title is re: frequent blog posting. I can't do this twice a week bullshit. Since I started it I don't write posts unless it's a Sunday or Thursday, even if I have something that I want to talk about. So then I forget the good ideas and end up writing kinda filler posts like this one. So yeah, my posts are just gonna  be whenever I feel like it again. I'll try not become job obsessed and write loads of stuff about my job because people don't really care. That's something I've realised, nobody wants to hear about how someone you work with is a dickhead etc. Or at least I usually just don't give a shit when other people start telling me mildly interesting stories about people who I don't know.

The title of this song is great.
[I see they changed it.. It had been called Orgasm Music.]

Things are looking up at me while I surf the clouds.

I'm actually getting a little excited to start work.
Crazy eh?
I really hope I like it. They seemed like a cool enough bunch, and they didn't seem to have too high expectations of me, although I'm pretty sure they're gonna expect me to learn things real fast.

It's sunny as shit out today. Wish I had something outdoorsy to do. Playing 2 matches of squash later so I don't want to get wrecked either. Life is full of opportunity costs. The roads not taken.

My lovely car passed the NCT today. Congratulations to my car.

I really want to get drunk and go somewhere where I can just be a creep. It looks like I have to wait until Saturday, which sucks because that's ages away and I want to go get drunk now. I have limited time left until I start work, which really means I have limited time until my summer is over. My last long break from doing anything and I successfully score NO girls whatsoever during it. I've enjoyed it sure, but it'd be nice to have some names for the book, ykno? I'll probably be a state on Saturday night. We're going to pygmalion I think. It seems like it's a slightly older persons place. Last time we were there I got very drunk. Probably too drunk. This time I want to get JUST as locked. I'd kinda prefer to go somewhere more nightclubby than bar though, but at least it's not the fucking Workmans. I fucking hate the fucking Workmans. It's just full of people who don't want to mingle, and freaks. Like drunk old mental men. Probably a lot like everywhere else in fairness but in the Workmans it's bright enough to realise it. Shithole.

I have a bottle of prosecco or something that my neighbour gave me that I should probably open at some stage. Oh yeah, my dad came home from his sailing trip yesterday, and today he told me he wants to get me a present to congratulate me for graduating college and getting a job. So it's looking like either a bike or a laptop at the moment, but I'm not sure. I don't really want a laptop because well, it's a laptop... I'd rather something fun. I hope work give me a laptop to use and I can get something I can get enjoyment out of from dad. Anybody have any ideas?

Crystal Castles

Vests and other stuff

(Yeah I'm late. So sue me.)
I've started wearing plain white vests. They're uber-cumfy. Probably just because they're new, but I haven't worn vests in years and boy was I missing out.

Love this

So I got asked loads of questions a while back and I'll finally try answer them now.

"Anyone you know that you particularly envy, and why?"- 
Tough question... There's a lot of aspects of different people that I envy, but no single person who I would swap places with. Some people seem happy all the time but I think the whole social media thing really fucks up your view on other people. If I look at someone's facebook they'll be smiling or having a laugh in all the pictures, which just gives you this impression that they're always happy but in reality they're obviously not like that all the time. A lot of the time I wish I could be one of those people who didn't give a shit about eating animals. It's nothing but an inconvenience and I used to get quite depressed about it. It's just like how there's nothing I personally can do about starving/sick children or torture or wars or all this other horrible shit that happens in the world. There's all this stuff going on in the world and if one thing would make my life happier, it'd be if I didn't give a shit about any of it.


"what's your favourite thing about yourself?"-
Even tougher question.. I was going to say my killer abs, but we all know that's not true. Then I was thinking I like the fact that I don't get worked up over pointless shit like a lot of people do. But then again, sometimes I wish I would get more excited about things. I like that I'm pretty quick at learning sports? That's a bit of a boring one though. How about, my favourite thing about myself is my friends. Awww


"which of your friends would be the most likely to get arrested?"-
I was going to say Padz because he's the kind of unfortunate prick who would get arrested for something stupid just because he doesn't know how to just apologise when he shouldn't have to. Something most guys learn from dickhead teachers in secondary school to avoid detention but he seemingly never did. He'd say he can't swallow his pride, I'd say he can't prioritise. But then I scrolled through my phone contacts and came across Kelly. I definitely wouldn't be surprised if Kelly told me she got arrested for something. Probably for breaking some guys arm.

"if you could choose a different career path, what would it be?"-
Professional fun maker. Or, Professional world sadness curer.


"whats your deepest darkest secret?"-
I have some secrets I guess. None that I'd describe as dark though. It's no longer really a secret if I tell you it is it? To be fair, I would like to answer all these questions completely honestly, but I can't spill a secret that involves another person. I'll try think of something though. Hmmmmm.
Ahright, this one isn't really a secret because I don't mind telling people this, but it's something I obviously don't go around telling everybody. 


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I remember being quite embarrassed about it so I was hoping people wouldn't find out, which for the most-part they didn't, but my mum told her sister who told her daughter so I'm pretty sure a good few of my cousins found out. Scarlet.
Actually, I bet they all thought I got it from tossing off too much. Had never thought about that before. Igh