Worst. Holiday. Ever!!!!!!

SO this weekend was like, totally, the worst weekend i have ever had to like, you know, experience!! Eoin, sooo totally forced me to come on some complete waste of time that was his 'roadtrip' to the freaking Giants focking Causeway!!!! I mean, i like so had an uber eventful weekend planned!!!!

I suppose you could say it started with Christophers, like, birthday on thursday night! I sooo had more important prior commitments to i arrived late but the party was really only waiting for me to arrive before it got started!!!! Everybody who was anybody was there, apart from Mein Kamp, who like totally would have blown all the trolly-dollies there right out of the frigging water!!!. Anyway, it was a quiet affair, so overrated, i was like so brutally attacked and like my hand was completelly gashed to pieces and my keys stolen!!!!! I mean, like what sort of lower class tripe do i hang with, i am sooo much better than them!! lol

The next day i was sooo hungover, well less hungover and more, like, not hungover! Eoin rented this complete monstrosity of a people carrier, i was mortified!!!!! There were like seven of us in the car and while i said i was like comfortable it was actually like hell and i, like totally hated every second of it lol!!! We eventually arrived in Eoins 'house' in Naven that evening and i like so had the worst meal of my life. Eoin's mother like totally only made four home-made pizzas, homemade brown bread, gave free beer, toast, spuds and for desert we only got like five bowls of crisps, tortillas, nuts, chocolate and sweets. Talk about living below like the breadline!!!

Next day we saw some like, totally lame pile of rocks called Newgrunge or some shit!! Something to do with ancient people and the sun or some like totally boring shite. I mean really!!!! Next we were dragged off to some complete culchie Wexford hill that was supposedly like the tallest pub in Ireland, duh Eoin its like, friggin Good Friday!!!! After getting sooo completely lost we found ourselfe in like some resemblance of civilization in Terenure, it turns out that Eoin had some totally great plan for a complete short cut. Christchurch is like sooo not a shortcut Eoin!!!!!!!

After getting a guided tour of the Red Cow roundabout for like the second time we started heading up to like the land of the IRA!!! For some crazy reasons the GC (giants causeway for all ye tards!!) was closed or something so we went and like just managed to get a B&B that was like a complete hole. We all had to stay in this room that was like completelly huge and we all got our own single bed, i mean at least throw me a friggin bone and give me a queen-size friggin bed!!!! So we go look at some complete deathtrap that is some ropebridge over likea 200ft drop, i mean what are these weirdo doing on islands in like the middle of nowhere that they need a complete waste of space that is a bridge. Roysh i was like sooo bored but Eoin made us climb mountains and take like a million pictures of some stunning vistas or some crock, i mean i was like not even able to use my friggin phone!!!!

That night was spent in some complete hole of a hotel that had some steak that was only just edible while everyone completely scoffed theirs down saying it was focking delicious or something, i mean they are all like pigs or something!!!! After buying some tripe of beer we like so had to sit in a pub and play completely lame games of pool and darts for ages!!!!. i like totally forgot about how much fags stink and my clothes were like completey reeking when we got backt o the B&B and opened our drinks there. I had to have like a complete prehistoric shower, lame life!!!!

I will like totally finish this litany of disaster tomorrow, the library is like closing and i have to go home and catch a few zzzz, lame lame lame!!!!

This has nothing to do with my road-trip but is a picture of bendy Elain Ryan doing some funky spinning shit. I know this is a bad picture, she has put on a lot of weight in recent years

The crew gather, ready to embark on a journey that would test the limits of their endurance and strength of character. The tension and excitement is palpable as they stand in front of the ancient shrine to Lugh, waiting to receive the puissent blessing only the mighty solar God-head can bestow. Newgrange is also in the background

Eoin, with his steely gaze barely contains behind his jet black visors, transfixes the road with a single glance. In the background Paul cavorts with his eager harem. Christopher remains unseen after the size of his 'junk' is disclosed by an errant rodent. (insider-jokes are for tomorro!!)

Paul points out the 12 ft troll he just tossed single-handedly to the watery depths some three kilometres beneath this flimsy barely suspended 'rope' bridge. Behind him the natives barely conceal their boundless joy, Kerrin is struck dumb with awe

Abercrombie (left) & Fitch (right) enjoy a day at the Giant's Causeway.

I aint dead

Alright so i hear the multitudes screaming for some more words of wisdom from the mouth of Paul. I am down in the library trying to fulfill some of my electronic obligation to all asunder as well as update shit and look up stuff. Perhaps i should not have left this old blogging til last cuz i do not want to re-hash all the stuff i already said.

I am very much relaxed at the mo, i have no essays due until week 12, i.e 4 weeks time so i am just hanging aroung doing sweet fuck all. I should really start doing something. As the the end of college gets closer i realise how little i actually have to do. I have been doing less in college as the years go by rather than more. My lectures this year are all pretty interesting but if there is no percentages going for attendance then i usually dont go. I know i am wasting a huge opportunity but i just cant motivate myself to go. There was a weekend conference on there last Saturday and Sunday on the Israeli/Palestinian thing with speakers coming from American, Israeli, and Palestinian universities as well as yerman who runs the labour party, or else the Socialist party. Did i go, hell no.

To be honest i was recovering from the lack of sleep that arose from the Post Grad Ball. I went along in all my glad-rags with my glamorous Lady and we balled the night away. Fun was had by all. The only downer was that i had to be up at eight the next morning to give a presentation at nine. Now everyone knows how much i like my sleep so that class was absolute hell. I bull-shitted a bit on Marx and Jews then for the next 2 hours tried to force my eyes to stay open and my brain to engage in reality rather than the soft world of dreams. There was only 9 of us in the class so there was no chance for a quick snooz but i have been told that my eyes were rolling around in my head. Still it was worth it, i go to rent out a spiffing tux and the bands and Dj that were there were well good, apart from the DJ's like of Nirvana, and rock music that had all the girls jumping around risking all their poor ankles, i really wonder how they do it.

Hmm i am really out of practise with this blogging malarchy, what does one write about in these things. The Students Union elections are on this week and appearantly this is the biggest turn-out of candidates in the SU history. I am someway interested in it this year, ironic since i will not be here to see any changes, because i know a lot of people running for the position. I actually went to the hustings, a platform for them to give their speil, yesterday and it was good enough. Most of it was predictable enough but there were some funny bits from the suited druggy Ra-head who kept shouting at people and eventually i cringed every thime he spoke. ANother unexpected bit was a friend of mine Sinjin, a long-haired left-wing hippy, actually convincing Chris and Liam, two right-wing disgustingly cute bigots, that he would be the best candidate. There is a reason he pretended to be Jesus in his posters.

i will leave off there but i will post again about my summer escapades, money problems and those long hairs i find on my pillows.

Picture Review part II

The delight of finishing the F.ucking Y.oung P.andas, i have at least one day of Rag Week














Niall, chillaxin on the Canary Islands.















Kerrin falls for the Irish Charm yet again, with horrific consequences

A picture review up to this point

Carving up the some wicked powder on the piste's in Italy. Forget the fact that i fell over soon after this picture, i still kick ass.












Joan and Grainne at Eoin's birthday, best you dont ask












God, i am a sexy beast....Kerrin is too bad either

Pout Central in the aftermath of the exams