Drugs are bad *Kay

Alright so perhaps a more cheery post is in order. Went to the first full day of Sonar yesterday, that do the the music festival i am here in Barcelona for. Queue was pretty big but we had left it late to go in, around 3. As we were queuing though we heard the Scissor sisters playing on the main stage, we got to listen to their last 4 songs but only got to see Filthy/Gorgeous, they were not actually schedualed to play at all so that was a surprise. They are so lax dusing the day with what youcan bring in. They only sell expensive Bud in there so we just brought in two or three 40cc bottles of San Miguel and proceeded to get a little tipsy while sitting out onthe grass, twas well calss. We stayed there till around 9 then headed bac to apartment to get fed and changed before we got the bus out to the night venue, this mahoosive convention centre areound 25 minutes outside the city. They were much stricer with the alcohol thing out there so we had to sit outside and drink our beer there, that was actually pretty class as there were tons of people out there, we gave some M&Ms to these dutch people so they gave us some orange mixer, which we shared with some swedes if they shared their vodka. We had tons of beer left over that we just did not want to we just gave around 8 of them to some other randomers besides us.

INside was class, went to see Nightmares on Wax, DJ Shadow, and Jeff Myles i think, we were just wonderingaround for a good while as welll as there is three or four diferent halls. There was one in particular that myself and Kay went crazy in, i dont know who it was but it was just filthy electro shit with class a brilliant light show, poor anna wore new shoes to the thing and ripped us all her ankles so by the end of the night there was no junpy jumpy for her. This was at about five in the morning so i had well flushed out all the alcohol from my body, well i think so anyway. We got hopme a while after six and for some reason i got up an hour ago to goon the internet for some reason so perhaps i am a bit drunk still. Just going for breakfast now and hopefully we will be at the day venue before 2. I am just going to pack all my stuff as i think that i will be conming straight form Sonar night to pick upmy gear from the hostel then going straight to thwe airport. If anyone is around tomorrow morning and wants t pick me up from Shannon around 1 just text me and iwill see what i can do.

So i just saw that this will be my 100th post, pity it is being written on a shit keyboard so will be oft times illegible. I do be in sunny Barcelona at the minute. Arrived on Monday evening after getting the fright of my life the night before since i thought we were not leaving til Tuesday afternoon, luckily all wnt well and we arrived safe and sound. The hostel is very nice, its clean, relatively cheap and you get nice beds and a locker. It is just overlooking one of the streets on the Gothic Sewctor and since we are on the third floor we can look directly into the Church just across the street, only around 20 foot away. Pity the bells start at 7 in the morning then every half hour, god damn Catholics.I will put up pictures when i get back.
Spent the last two days doing tourist things, went up some crazy Gaudi cathedral yesterday then went to a park designed by him, we got a tiny bit lost once or twice and must have walked at least 8-10 miles yesterday, not including the hundreds of steps in the god-damn cathedral. Today we went to Salvador Dali´s home town and went to his museum, lots oif funky shit there. Tomorrow ius the beach and aquarium and then tomorrow evening maybe to the SonarPub. I am completely disorganised and we do not have a map or programme for this festival at all, i am hoping everything will just work out in the end, whats the worst that can happen.
I will try and post at least once more before i go home and might actually be able to give a description of this famous dance festival that i paid so much money to go see.
Adios (thats actually spanish for good-bye....i think)

So i spent all last night re-aligning my core assets, ie touching myself inappropriately

So i have not been blogging that much recently and the major reason is that i have just not been bothered. Most of the people who read my blog have their own, so they know the reticence that seems to fall over you when you sit down in front of this screen. There has actually been many a time over the last few months when i load up this 'Post new blog' screen, stare at it for a while then go off to look at the World of Warcraft forums. Still we have succeeded in increasing our number and converted Steve '12inchesaround' and Pa 'devilsoldhissoul' to our congretation, which is good and well. Now we get to sample the twisted Malkavian nether regions of Pa's psyche and Steve egotistical self-indulgent rants. Over the summer i am sure that our absent friends, ie Joan and Liam will get off their heinies and actually let us know what is happening in their lives, as probably living with them wont be enough

I have just finished my last essay for University today and have been forced to accompany my missus to the conputer lab so she can type some crazy post-grad thing so i said i will catch up on my blogging. In the last three weeks i have written the equivelant of a second FYP in essays. The one i handed in today was for a really difficult politics class i have but it was actually very interesting when i started getting into the books. Call me a nerd but i enjoyed reading John Locke's Letter on Tolerance and Voltaire's Philosophical Dictionary. I have spent so much time over the last few weeks writing and editing my essays that i am unable to stop going back over what i write and checking does it make sense, flow right, and sound okay, hence this being probably one of the most grammatically correct, well spelt posts i have ever done. While the sociology essay was predictably shite and boring, the two political papers i wrote were very interesting. The one i did on Security actually made me think that i would like to pursue it in a post-grad, i am sure i saw a Security Studies post-grad somewhere. The one i did on classical writers made me want to get more of their stuff and read it on my own time, i could actually understand it and thought a lot of it was applicable and relevernt today.

To counter-balance this new nerdy trend i have been captivated by the new Big Brother. I know that it is heavily edited and filled with weirdos but i just love to sit and watch them all acting out. Its something that is fun to do in real life but for some reason people dont like you staring at them for hours on end in public. I like to think of it as a sociological experiment. We will se how they play out over the summer.

So i am off to Fanore for the weekend for some rest and relaxation. That frickin last essay really took a lot out of me. Myself and Kerrin are heading down till Monday. A weekend of rest and recuperation should be great fun, plus the Eurovision is on tomorrow night and i am bringing my lap-top so i can play Civ 4. It is looking like a good weekend.

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!!!!

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

A Withered Horse runs among us

Yip i do be sick and i aint the only one. This post may be a bit out of date cuz the worst has passed but between Eoin's pneumonia, Liams strang rash/throat infection combo, joans racking cough and my feeling like poo i think Mr Pestilence has been having a jolly good time. I personally blame my parents for making me eat meat, i never got sick when i stuck to the potatoes, joan dropping us in the wilderness and making us walk home probably did not help either. I have been chugging the cough syrup like water but i can nae seem to shake it, i hate being sick and i really really want to get better soon.

My exams are ongoing but i have not really been doing anything. I do have one on wednesday but i have yet to start it. I am enjoying myself not studying though, i dont regret not doing more. I will be glad when they are over though, then its straight onto the FYP, i am trying not to think about that one. I am so dedicated to the stufy that i even went to Dolans last night with Liam, Steve and Chris. Twas a good night until my contact lens fell out and that really pissed me off. Perhaps it is because i am wearing them so much more these days but i just cannot stand being blind any more, I dont know how people who have the same eye-sight as me can go through the day not wearing glasses. I just cant function without them, you have not a clue what is happening around you and since you cant see a persons lips, face or gestures properly i find it harder to follow conversations and shit as well. Anyway after that happened and we came back from town i just went home and skipped the after-party party. Not that it helped though, i woke up today with a horrible hangover and i only had a few pints and one vodka shot. uhhh i cant wait for all this exam, essay shit to be over.

I am still hopefully going snow-boarding after the exams. I dont know exactly when but hopefully that will be organised. I have been talking to a few people and the best thing seems to just get cheap flight somewhere and get accomodation and then rent the boards and the ski passes once you get over there. I will have steve look into it cuz he is my bitch. At the minute it is myself, steve Dave horan, kev and one of steves friends going and hopefully that will not change much. Kev may not be able to make it cuz of something but i stern 'NO' should convince him of his loyalties.

BLogging is for cool people

So i am finally finished college for Christmas, well i actually finished last frida. Twas a hectic last three weeks. I had an essay due in every Friday and all of them were late, in fact there is one i have yet to hand in, oops. We finished it off with a bang at the work-party on Friday night though. It was on in the Castletroy Park Hotel and it was well class. I am not sure about the meal as i ate very little of it but i did however eat beef and copious amounts of bread rolls. There was plenty of wine flowing and a good time was had by all, i may post up some pictures of it later. I was the drunkest ever at that party though and for the first time ever i had a complete memory blackout, i remember walking back to to estate but nothing after that, i have no recollection whatsoever of going to Liam's house and drinking more, none of returning to my house, none of bursting into my roommate and telling her to get up, i have no idea how my pants got behind the couch or when i fanally made it into bed. ON the plus point i completely emptied my belly before going to sleep so i had no hangover the next morning, just real tiredness from lack of sleep.

That night we decided to see King Kong just to make something of a day otherwise spent stagnating and watching Charmed. It was a good movie but perhaps going to see the 9:30 showing of a 3 hour movie in the state we were in was not the best idea. Like i said the movie seemed very long and had one of the most disturbing scenes i have ever seen in a movie, lets just say i would think twice about going to see it if you are quesy about creepie-crawlies. I am just stumbling around for the last few days doing nothing much. Louise is back from Spain so i will have ot see her soon and i went out last night to the Icon and had a very good time. I am only around for another few days as i am jetting off to the canaries for Christmas. I have not really paid much attention so i dont quite know where exactly we are going but it seems pretty cool and hopwfully it wont rain.

Apologies for the scatteredness of the post but i have nae posted in a while and have almost too much to say. i will try and do another before i leave on Friday and perhaps put up some pictures

Perhaps a it of study would not go astray

Finally i get the chance to sit down and blog. I do not like queuing so i dont use the computers at college, i am rarely at home and i do not like to blog at work so chances to blog are hard to come-by. I made myself sit down today and sort some stuff out. I sent a few emails, sorted out some capoeira stuff, checked out some classes in limerick and now i am blogging, congratulation to me.

I had a mid-term last week and i went into full hermit mode and spent Sunday, Monday and most of Tuesday in my room speed-reading thought books. Joan came over Tuesday night and we got talking and since i was sick to death of studying i convinced herself and Liam ton come down to the Stables afor karoke night. We had a few sociable drinks and then went home to sleep before the exam at 9 the next morning. Well thats what i did, Joan was wasted and ran around her sitting room in the underwear and Liam had to study god-bless-em. thats what you get for playing Madden all weekend while i was being very Studious.

Thursday then was the class party which went well enough, congrats to Mike and Sinead for a job well done. The bus was a good laugh and we stopped off at Empty Pockets in Ennis for a few cheap drinks before going to Galway and heading to Cuba's. It was a good night but got a bit messy in the end when one of the girls got drunk and went missin. Thankfully i am not a class rep so i did not have to worry about her. Leave her behind i say. We eventually drove the bus around and found her but several people were of short temper at tis stage. I had hoped to sleep on the bus as i had a class the next morning but i ended up talking [read: grunting] to this chatterbox beside me til we got home at 5. I was sober and not much of a happy bunny. I had been drinking since 7 but when you spread it out over that long a period it kind has no effect.

The next night was Anna'a birthday and we were going to Trinity Rooms. I was a bit worried that i would spend the night surrounded by ladies, admitedly very pretty ladies, so i asked Eoin to some along with his friends from home. I find you have to have a mix when you go out, All-Guy nights are nearly as boring but not as uncomfortable as being out with all women. It was not that bad though, i knew all of Anna's friends and her broter and his friends were out as well. Trinity rooms had a make-over since i saw it last and it was pretty cool. The bass was making my eyes vibrate and the glasses fall off the table. I may put up some photoes when i get the chance.

The night after was Triona's 21st which was a good laugh. Between herself and her friend Claire she seems to know someone from every social circle in Limerick and it was only after that i found out that Jen and Pa had both been invited but thought that they would not know anyone there and did not come. It was an....eventful night and it a pity i had to leave early, i missed Rock The Boat which is always a good laugh. There is still the ISI Cristmas party si suppose. Yet again and for the third time in a row Sinead followed me out. Seriously Sinead i am not interested, stop trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me.

Thew next night i was just not in the mood to go out to liam bought a slab of beverages and made me stay and drink it, we watched some quality art film and had some nice ethnic toast, then watched some nature documentaries on the lap-top. All in all a good night although i felt a bit poorly the next day, perhaps the toast went down the wrong way.

I am getting off my ass and actually doing some work this week. Essay deadlines are beginning to loom and i have to get cracking. I also skipped out on the gym all last week so i shall have to start that up again.

Tomorrow (Wednesday 16th) however i am going to Dolans for Giveamanakick's new album launch. Ten euroes and there will be a DJ and a pig on a spit. Should be fun.

Misanthropy

Do you ever just get in one of those moods where you are just pissed off at the world in general for no discernable reason. I am just in what can only be described as a foul mood which only came upon me at around ten this morning for no real reason. Everything is going well enough, i moved into my new house and the house-mates are sound enough. It will be a very quite house though. I went to Joan's karoke party on Saturday instead of going to Mundy. I would not have minded seeing the Mundy fella but i had a good enough time in Joan's. It was a wee bit quite at times and i think the reasoj could be the lack of alcohol consumption going on, of the people i knew there six of them were not drinking and steve was just dabbling a bit. There was also a lot of foreigners who were not exactly the life and soul of the party. I mean it's a karoke party, the entire reason is to make a fool of yourself singing power ballads in a god-awful voice. Its not the kind of thing that many can do sober as a judge.


I suppose it ties in a bit with Liam's thing of drinking and not drinking. Believe it or not but i actually dont think it is a good thing to just give up alcohol. It should not be a feast or famine kind of thing. I think that moderation is the key, I for instance do not get drunk very often and i cannot remember the last time i got wasted. I will never drink enough to give me a hng-over, i know my limits and then i stop. If you just give up alcohol full-stop then the temptation is always there to fall off the agon and fall off it hard. Of course you have people like David Horan who is well able to have fun while sober but i think most people , myself included, can be a bit dour when sober. Just take Pa last night as a case in point.

I was at a house party there last week and for the first time i actually saw people take cocaine. Now most people know my viewpoint on drugs, that their badk m'kay. Now my beef with drugs is not that they make you stupid, annoying or addicted but rather that is is us middle-class college students who support the scoobs that we so often complain about. Paying money for that shit goes to nobody good and nothing productive comes out of it. Saying all of that though, i was very much tempted to take some. I cannot say why but those excuses seem to pale in comparision. Perhaps if i was afraid of becoming addicted it would have made more sense. I dont smoke hash or get absolutely wasted because quite simply i dont desire it but this time i did want to take some. IN the end however i did not try it and and i was pretty glad, there was absolutely nothing stopping me but my own will-power. Drugs are bad kids.

Anyway i must be off, hopefully someone will mug me so i can pound there head into the floor until i am only smearing chunks of brain off the tiles

Le Self

Alright since Joan is having a rag about blogs i may as well write a few words. Its different now as i am home, i could write about the awards night on Friday but Liam has already mentioned it or i could talk about going bowling on Saturday which Liam and Joan have already talked about. I could muse on about people and things in college but i would have to severely limit myself. I suppose i could make some deep sociological comment about stuff but none spring to mind. HMMM

Well i have been making good on my promise to myself to get out a bit more, i went to see David Kitt in concert there last week and it was pretty good. He would not have been my first choice but one of the guys was reviewing him for An Focal (the school newspaper) and he had a spare ticket. It was a pretty small, around 50 people but i enjoyed it. On Friday then there was the Work Party which was tres cool, everyone in their glad-rags and slightly inebriated. Much crazy dancing went on, the first time in 4 months for muggins here (apart from the drunken street dancing during the Blues Festivals many moons ago). Saturday was the bowling and cinema which i really enjoyed, twas definately different from most saturday nights out. I think it was really unusual to have such a big bunch of us out and for everything to work out, eight of us bowling and six in the cinema. last night then i went to the Theatre to see a play about Tom Creen an irish explorer who treavelled the Antartic 3 times with Shacleton and Scott. It was very different from what i was expecting and it was well cool. I went to that with young-man Patrick and had a oh so delicious eddies after.

During the intermission wine and cheese reception i met up with Dave Sherlock(with his new beard) Kev King and Dave Horan. That was a weird coincidence as i had accidently texted Dave Horan that day and we had said we would get together for tea and crumpets some time. Kev King also invited me to a party in his place tomorrow which i will endevour to get to. I will first be going to a Sci-Fi night in Laina's place tomorrow, those lucky fuckers are doing an entire module on science fiction in their English section and so are going to get drunk and watch silly aliens, sounds like fun and then i may make my way ito town to ye olde watergate flats for some jollity. I have no class on Friday so that will be alright.

Home Sweet Home.....?

So i have been home for two days now, or perhaps it was three, i am still uber disorientated. I went my longest ever without sleep when i came home. I did not sleep on the plane, even though i thook two of my drowsy pills, and i stayed awake until 7 o clock that evening so i gather it was around 30 hours without sleep. Since i usually get tired after being awake for around 10 hours i was pretty ,uch off my head delirious, i had to just keep talking or i felt i would collapse. At one stage during the afternoon i went to the bathroom and felt the floor moving under me like i was in a boat or a bus. I slept for two hours and then went out, I only stayed out for an hour and a half and then came home cuz i felt like shit. I got to meet a few people so that was good but i was just not in the mood for stuff.

I have enjoyed coming home and seeing people, i spent a lot of ths weekend with good old steve and Laura (i think, i cant remember much of saturday) and i saw Liam and Pa for a wee bit. I also spent a bit of time with the family and with our new kitten. I am looking forward to seeing people at college as well. Truth be told though, apart from seeing the people i have not seen in three months i do not feel that enthusiastic about being back. Perhaps it is reverse culture-shock but i just dont want to be back here, not in clonlara, not in UL or not in LImerick. Perhaps it will pass in time but i just want to be out of the country again doing my own thing. Perhaps it is the fact that i spent the last three and a half months doing my own stuff that it seems a bit clusterphobic to be back i my house surrounded with my family in crappy weather. I like to thik that i have changed over the summer and there are certain ruts and situations i just do not want to be getting back into.

Of course since i have came back most of my day to day experience will be with ye guys so this blog is going to have to become less of a bitch-fest and perhaps more of a commentary thing like Joans. Dont expect as many updates either, it will mostly be mundane irish college things and as brilliant as i am i can only come up with cutting socially analitical discussion every so often. Also forgive the really bad spelling this post. It is nearly half three, while my body is screaming sleep my brain is saying "But its only half ten!!" oir maybe it is the other way around, either way they are not letting me sleep.