I am currently in my parents house curled up in my little sister's old room which is very pink and pretty cosy. There are wardrobes in here, that I remember being frightened of when I was younger, and I can also see the faint outline of the Thomas the Tank engine mural underneath the pink wallpaper.
It has been a year since I spent the night in this house and I find it strange to think about the fact that I used to live here. It's been 3 years since I moved out. Not much has changed since. They got a new fridge. It's nice. I have a thing for fridges. My darling cat has been replaced with an asshole dog. My older brother and sister eventually moved out, and my younger brother and sister moved rooms. I don't have my room here anymore, but I don't really mind.
They recently painted my old room (which is now my little sister's room). I went up to look at it tonight. It is a strange shade of olive green, a very unoffensive, insipid, yet relaxing kind of colour. A fry cry from the abominable shade of orange they painted it while I inhabited it. It is very tidy, no clothes on the floor, and not much crap around the place, as my little sister is not a hoarder like myself. I lay down on the bed, which was the only thing I missed when I moved out, and tried to remember what it was like to live there.
I spent most of my time in that room when I lived here, lying on that bed with my laptop, Jellybean. I remember smoking out the window, pretending to study, fighting with my brother about not turning the landing light off, taking chunks out of the doors and walls from throwing stuff at each other. I remember Laila and Chris being here all the time.
I went down to the kitchen just there and got a snack, choosing from the legion of delicious Marks and Spencer's food in the fridge, and watched a bit of my sister's wedding DVD, which is the cheesiest thing I have ever seen. It's all slow motion and cringeworthy music and whatnot. The dog wouldn't fucking leave me alone, I don't understand how he doesn't sense the insane amount of hatred I feel toward him, or maybe he does and just likes to mess with my head in some fucked up doggy way.
There is a Jacqueline Wilson book beside me that I may just have to read. She was my favourite author as a kid, and I had all of her books. My dad took me out of school one day so that I could go to a reading/signing she was doing in Easons. I was very sad when I got too old for her books. I didn't really have any friends when I was younger, so I read an awful lot of books. Or maybe that was why I didn't have friends.
I remember the tragedy of growing out of childrens books, or young adult books. Whatever. I didn't know what to read. I read some of my mum and dads books, but they were trash. Total trash. I didn't know what kind of books I wanted to read, what authors I might like or how to find out, so I eventually just stopped reading, and began my long term relationship with the internet. I did find some authors that I like in the last couple years but I no longer have the time or the concentration.
Same goes for this.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Christmas
This time of year usually gets me pretty down, but I have to say I'm feeling pretty festive right now. I think the main thing I don't like about christmas is the massive build-up, but I haven't felt that this year. Probably because I haven't had any money to buy presents and therefore didn't have the huge stress of christmas shopping on my shoulders.
I'm looking forward to going home because over the last year my family relationships have gotten seriously good. I've finally learned how to talk to and deal with my mother without losing my temper, my lil brother has hit his teens and has finally gotten a bit sound, my older brother has started treating me like an actual person and we've actually become friends over the last few months. It's pretty cool.
I also know that when I want do eventually want to escape in the evening that I can just hop in my car and go see Derry, and then go back to my own house and hang out with friends, which is cool. I spent so many christmases trapped in my house with nobody to hang out with, being forced to go to mass and having a shit time, but I have a feeling tomorrow's gonna be awesome.
I hope you all have a great christmas!
Assume the position
After four months of looking for a job, I was finally given a days work, through a temping agency I signed up for about a month ago. I deal with a woman there who phoned me loads last week saying how she wanted to get me working as soon as possible, which I would have believed if she hadn't waited for 3 weeks after my interview before bothering to check my references.
The last four months have been pretty hard. When I found out I was going to be taking the year out from college, I was quite confident I would snap up a full-time job pretty sharpish. It was not to be. I was not prepared for the job-front to be so bleak. I don't get why people don't hire me. I really don't. I've got experience in everything. It's obvious my C.V. is fatally flawed but I just don't know which part. I've been dying of boredom, and every so often I get pretty down and just can't bring myself to get off the couch. I hate feeling useless, but I do feel this way a lot of the time.
So anyhoo, I get a call yesterday offering me two days in some pharmaceutical company so I obv say YEAH. I awoke this morning at 9am, the very time at which I was supposed to be starting work. Panic ensued. I literally almost vomited. After moping and moaning about not having a job for so long, there's finally a little light at the end of the tunnel, but I manage to royally fuck up day one. I FAIL AT LIFE AND JOBS. Or so I thought...
Luckily Robb was outside my house and drove me into town as fast as he could. SO I finally get in just under 40 minutes late. I had spoken to my recruitment agency lady in the meantime, who told me to chill out and stop running in case I hurt myself. This was good advice as I was wearing heels because my pants were too long and my feet hurt I looked like a fuckin dope. I went inside expecting a frosty reception, but instead, the woman who I was taking over from saw how flustered I was, gave me a fiver and told me to go to Butlers next door, buy myself a hot chocolate, chill out and come back in 15 mins. I WAS GOBSMACKED. I have never been rewarded for fucking up before! (Except for when shit got so bad at home that my parents said they'd pay my rent if I moved out. That was the best thing that ever happened me).
Even the recruitment lady didn't really mind and gave me two more days work for n
ext week. Sound! I don't know if people are just feeling the christmas spirit or what, but shit went well for me today.
I finished my christmas shopping which is brill, except that I never actually got anything for any of my family, except a High School Musical calender for my lil sis cuz she's into that kind of thing. I really really hope Derry likes his presents. I got him a load of stuff, but none of it is that great. I had so much fun wrapping all of it though.
Have Heart played here last night which you can read about in pretty much everybody else's blogs. All the lads in the band were sound as fuck, and it was also cool to see J.D. again who came over with them. So many people come through our house, and so many have been forgotten, having not made any kind of impact, but he was one of the people that we got on really well with. The same can be said for Flynner. He's one of the people that if I see again, I will have the chats and not just recognise as some lad who stayed in my house one time.
Have Heart are not my favouritest band, but I enjoy some of their tunes and the show was killer overall. There was just such an awesome atmosphere at it. I fell in love with hardcore shows when we saw Terror, Blacklisted and Donnybrook in the Underworld in London in Jan '06, and have travelled abroad for many more, but nothing compares to gigs in our own hometown and I like that I can play a small part in helping out, even if it is just giving the bands a place to stay, sometimes a lift, and if they're sound, acting as a tour guide.
I know everyone else is shiting on about it aswell, but Dublin is pretty awesome right now. Not that I've ever really thought it wasn't. For the past 5 years I've been surrounded by some pretty fuckin cool people to go to gigs with and have the laugh, and I love this fucking city. I know I'm fucking off for the summer, but that has nothing to do with not wanting to be here, but rather just wanting to experience somewhere else while I have the opportunity. I visited so many awesome places this year but you can't get to know a place in a few days. I learned this summer that three months is a very short time, and also that the years are starting to zip by.
Now that I've actually got some work coming in I can start to pay off my flights and junk. Sound.
Currently: listening to Disfear and wishing I had season 3 of Arrested Development.
The last four months have been pretty hard. When I found out I was going to be taking the year out from college, I was quite confident I would snap up a full-time job pretty sharpish. It was not to be. I was not prepared for the job-front to be so bleak. I don't get why people don't hire me. I really don't. I've got experience in everything. It's obvious my C.V. is fatally flawed but I just don't know which part. I've been dying of boredom, and every so often I get pretty down and just can't bring myself to get off the couch. I hate feeling useless, but I do feel this way a lot of the time.
So anyhoo, I get a call yesterday offering me two days in some pharmaceutical company so I obv say YEAH. I awoke this morning at 9am, the very time at which I was supposed to be starting work. Panic ensued. I literally almost vomited. After moping and moaning about not having a job for so long, there's finally a little light at the end of the tunnel, but I manage to royally fuck up day one. I FAIL AT LIFE AND JOBS. Or so I thought...
Luckily Robb was outside my house and drove me into town as fast as he could. SO I finally get in just under 40 minutes late. I had spoken to my recruitment agency lady in the meantime, who told me to chill out and stop running in case I hurt myself. This was good advice as I was wearing heels because my pants were too long and my feet hurt I looked like a fuckin dope. I went inside expecting a frosty reception, but instead, the woman who I was taking over from saw how flustered I was, gave me a fiver and told me to go to Butlers next door, buy myself a hot chocolate, chill out and come back in 15 mins. I WAS GOBSMACKED. I have never been rewarded for fucking up before! (Except for when shit got so bad at home that my parents said they'd pay my rent if I moved out. That was the best thing that ever happened me).
Even the recruitment lady didn't really mind and gave me two more days work for n
ext week. Sound! I don't know if people are just feeling the christmas spirit or what, but shit went well for me today.I finished my christmas shopping which is brill, except that I never actually got anything for any of my family, except a High School Musical calender for my lil sis cuz she's into that kind of thing. I really really hope Derry likes his presents. I got him a load of stuff, but none of it is that great. I had so much fun wrapping all of it though.
Have Heart played here last night which you can read about in pretty much everybody else's blogs. All the lads in the band were sound as fuck, and it was also cool to see J.D. again who came over with them. So many people come through our house, and so many have been forgotten, having not made any kind of impact, but he was one of the people that we got on really well with. The same can be said for Flynner. He's one of the people that if I see again, I will have the chats and not just recognise as some lad who stayed in my house one time.
Have Heart are not my favouritest band, but I enjoy some of their tunes and the show was killer overall. There was just such an awesome atmosphere at it. I fell in love with hardcore shows when we saw Terror, Blacklisted and Donnybrook in the Underworld in London in Jan '06, and have travelled abroad for many more, but nothing compares to gigs in our own hometown and I like that I can play a small part in helping out, even if it is just giving the bands a place to stay, sometimes a lift, and if they're sound, acting as a tour guide.
I know everyone else is shiting on about it aswell, but Dublin is pretty awesome right now. Not that I've ever really thought it wasn't. For the past 5 years I've been surrounded by some pretty fuckin cool people to go to gigs with and have the laugh, and I love this fucking city. I know I'm fucking off for the summer, but that has nothing to do with not wanting to be here, but rather just wanting to experience somewhere else while I have the opportunity. I visited so many awesome places this year but you can't get to know a place in a few days. I learned this summer that three months is a very short time, and also that the years are starting to zip by.
Now that I've actually got some work coming in I can start to pay off my flights and junk. Sound.
Currently: listening to Disfear and wishing I had season 3 of Arrested Development.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Summer
So I'm finally gonna go on a J1 this summer. I've been wanting to do this for like 5 years now, and I've resigned to the fact that if I don't go this year, it's never gonna happen. I've let this opportunity slide every year for various reasons. Most of these reasons still stand but I've decided to ignore them.
The hardest thing will be leaving Derry. This is something that I've avoided thinking about too hard. I went without seeing Derry for two months this summer (ok, I saw him for a day in the middle of it). He was away for a month and the day after he got back, I went away for a month. And to tell the truth, I didn't handle it so well.
For the first time in my life I was homesick. Literally the first time ever. I reckon this was a lot to do with the fact that I really stressing over some stuff at the time. I knew I was going to fail college again and there was nothing I could do about it because I'd fucked off on holiday. I am soooooo bad at college. I literally have zero motivation. I think i handed in maybe one assignment on time last year and attended approx 5% of my lectures. I don't know why I can't just cop the fuck on and do the work. ANYWAY.
Another thing I realised was that it was the first time I'm ever had a home worth missing. This house is the first place that I've finally been comfortable living in. Classnevin rules. I have lived in five and a half houses in the last 4 years and this is the only one thats ever felt like home.
When I got home I said I never wanted to go that long without seeing Der again. And obviously, I still don't. But I just don't want to spend another summer sitting here wishing I could be somewhere else having adventures and experiencing a new way of life. (Although, i have to say this summer was prob the best one I've ever had. It kicked the ass out of 2005.)
I also understand that even if I was here all summer, Derry would not be. He has his own shit to do and his own adventures to go on, and I know that we'll fit in some adventures that we can have together at some stage, but for now we need to do our own thing. We have the rest of our lives to be settled, and get our cat and our cottage and all that, and I need to get this out of my system.
SO I've booked my visa and put a deposit in my flights and as long as I get the money together by march, I'm going to california on June 1st.
I am excited and terrified.
The hardest thing will be leaving Derry. This is something that I've avoided thinking about too hard. I went without seeing Derry for two months this summer (ok, I saw him for a day in the middle of it). He was away for a month and the day after he got back, I went away for a month. And to tell the truth, I didn't handle it so well.
For the first time in my life I was homesick. Literally the first time ever. I reckon this was a lot to do with the fact that I really stressing over some stuff at the time. I knew I was going to fail college again and there was nothing I could do about it because I'd fucked off on holiday. I am soooooo bad at college. I literally have zero motivation. I think i handed in maybe one assignment on time last year and attended approx 5% of my lectures. I don't know why I can't just cop the fuck on and do the work. ANYWAY.
Another thing I realised was that it was the first time I'm ever had a home worth missing. This house is the first place that I've finally been comfortable living in. Classnevin rules. I have lived in five and a half houses in the last 4 years and this is the only one thats ever felt like home.
When I got home I said I never wanted to go that long without seeing Der again. And obviously, I still don't. But I just don't want to spend another summer sitting here wishing I could be somewhere else having adventures and experiencing a new way of life. (Although, i have to say this summer was prob the best one I've ever had. It kicked the ass out of 2005.)
I also understand that even if I was here all summer, Derry would not be. He has his own shit to do and his own adventures to go on, and I know that we'll fit in some adventures that we can have together at some stage, but for now we need to do our own thing. We have the rest of our lives to be settled, and get our cat and our cottage and all that, and I need to get this out of my system.
SO I've booked my visa and put a deposit in my flights and as long as I get the money together by march, I'm going to california on June 1st.
I am excited and terrified.
P.S. Me and Derry are twins:
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Science fiction
Judge Dredd was just on E4. What a fucking quality movie! Sylvester Stallone is fucking awesome. There's nothing better than a good ol' futuristic dystopia movie.
Watching this got me to thinking about how much I fucking love science fiction movies. I probably prefer sci-fi to horror these days which is saying a lot as I FUCKING LOVE HORROR MOVIES.
Here is, in my opinion, off the top of my head, some of the best science fiction movies of all time. I may have got some of the decades wrong but how and ever.
60's:
Planet of the Apes (only saw this for the first time a couple of months ago, SO good)
70's:
Alien
Star Wars Ep. IV
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
Some of the best sci-fi movies came outta the 80's:
The Abyss
Back to the Future
BLADERUNNER
Earth Girls are Easy (useless movie but Jeff Goldblum and Jim Carrey are total rides in it)
Star Wars: The Empire Strikes back AND Return of the Jedi
Ghostbusters
The Running Man
Short Circuit
ALIENS
Terminator
Dune
Robocop
The Fly
90's:
Judge Dredd
Total Recall
Men In Black (fuckin yeah, this initiated my love for pugs)
THE MATRIX
Mars Attacks
Independence Day
THE FIFTH ELEMENT (def in my top ten fave movies ever)
The Faculty
Noughties:
The rest of the Star Wars movies
Minority Report
A Scanner Darkly (not extremely science-fictiony but based on a novel by Philip K. Dick)
War of the Worlds (I didn't see the original)
Solaris (same again)
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
Donnie Darko
That's all I can think of right now.
My fave science fiction books are the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy series, the Man in the High Castle annnnd 1984. I have yet to see the 1984 movie, although I did see the last 5 mins of it on tv the other day. Dang.
There is a whole rake of quality sci-fi tv shows. Robb has been telling me for quite a while that I should watch Battlestar Gallactica. He says I would absolutely love it. And part of me knows that I probably would. Also, I saw a while ago on t'internet that it rated the second best science fiction tv show of all time. Maybe I will get round to watching it soon.
When I was in Seattle this summer I got to go to the Science Fiction Museum which was fucking amaaazing. I got given out to for trying to take photos though. The second time the dude caught me he said he'd confiscate my camera but I managed to convince him not to.
They had the original model of the Death Star, with working lights and junk and an explanation of how they made it. There was all kinds of costumes and weapons from sci-fi movies and tv programs.
There was also a robot exhibition which was so cool! I LOVE robots. Here's a photo of R2D2.
They also had C3P0, the T1000 mask that Robert Patrick wore in Terminator 2, Johnny 5, the robot from Lost In Space, Darth Vader, and a whole heap of others.
They also had a science fiction hall of fame honouring legendary sci-fi writers and directors like Philip K. Dick, George Lucas, Ridley Scott and H.G. Wells.
Here's a picture of some of the masks used in the Coneheads movie!
One of the coolest things about it was that the majority of things in the museum were donated from some families personal collection. I want a fucking amazing personal collection of sci-fi junk!
I want a gaff like the dad from Benchwarmers, with all kinds of robots and junk, only I'm not actually a massive nerd and I'm not going to make millions. I'm not a nerd. Not like some of the nerds I saw in the sci-fi museum. One absloute chump, it seemed, had brought a girl there on a date. He was dragging her round from one exhibit to the next, getting really stupidly excited about each one and telling her all about it, and she actually looked like she wanted to slit her wrists. I'm not a nerd like that. Although I do kind of want to go on a J1 to Seattle and work in this place.
Currently watching Stargate SG1. Best show.
Edit: Coincidentally enough, after I published this blog I realised that the original Solaris was on Film Four. Unfortunately because it is in Russian, and I am mega tired, I kept drifting off to sleep and missed loads of it. Making it much like the new Solaris actually, because the soundtrack of that movie sends me right to sleep and the first time I watched it I couldn't make head nor tails of it because I kept taking naps. Bedtime.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
What the fuck is this!!
On Monday about 30 of us from dublin piled into some cars and drove down to galway. You can read about this in pretty much everybody elses blogs. I'm not gonna say to much about it.
I'm just gonna mention some things that always spring to mind for me when going on a road trip.
First off.
Quality tunes. Do not mistake for good music. You gotta have some quality tunes for a good road trip. One of my favourite driving albums is Millenium by the Backstreet Boys, and listening to this is doubled in greatness by having Laura Wallace sitting beside me helping me belt out all the bits ie. the spanish guitar, the slammin' solos, sound effects and all the rest.
Actually when you've got Laura Wallace, it's good to throw on the Mongoloids as the vocals seem to send her off in to an absolute fit of hysterics, which amusing for everybody else.
Overtaking:
I don't know what it is but I am seriously scared of overtaking people. Waiting for an opportunity where you think a car isn't going to come hurtling at you head-first is obviously very important. I don't know if anyone else gets this, but I get a total rush of adrenaline and experience pure fear while overtaking. It's fucking terrifying. On the drive back from Galway, Gajb caught up with us while I was trying to overtake a bus. A FUCKING BUS. I got around it after about ten minutes, and Gajb followed straight after but he seemed to have more trouble actually getting past the bus. It seemed like he was driving beside it, on the wrong side of the road, for fucking ages. I freaked the fuck out, especially when I saw a car coming towards us in the distance. Pure fear.
Roundabouts:
I was told on the drive back from Galway that every time I approached a roundabout, I kept saying "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??". I obviously know what a roundabout is, and have been encountering them as a driver for over a year, and a person for 22 years. Although I did receive one blue mark for my roundabout etiquette in my driving test. But when its dark out and you've been driving all day, and you can't see because there's no water left to clean the window and all the dirt has been smeared across it by your wipers, and you're doing your best to stay on the road, roundabouts are a total hassle. In my new car the bit of the windshield frame on my right hand side blocks exactly where I need to see when going around a roundabout, which is frustrating to say the least.
Stuff about Galway:
Directions:
I have been to Galway so many times over the last ten years, and I have driven there at least three times this year, and like to think I know the city really well, but every time I get there I immediately forget which way I'm supposed to go.
Once I hit Eyre square and familiar territory, I'm ok again for a while, but I'd never been down to the RoisÃn Dubh before. When we decided to go from the venue to La Salsa, I immediately decided to go with my keen sense of direction and my confidence that I know galway pretty well, and led the way for Wally and Jack. Unfortunately I ended up taking us on a 25 minute loop around the town in the freezing cold, to reach a destination that should have only taken approx. 6 minutes to walk to. Jack hates me.
La Salsa:
Fuck this place is awesome. I thought there was only the one, but apparently there are three of them open in Galway now. They do the best burritos EVEERRRR. Mexican food fucking rules.
I only got into mexican food this year, and fuck, I WAS MISSING OUT. I made some fucking kick ass tacos today for myself, Tom Smalley and Derry, they were SO GOOD. I even got minced beef because I wanted to experience some yummy cow before this whole meat crisis turns me into a vegetarian.
I've been getting really sick this week. It started on tuesday at verse and has been getting worse ever since. I feel like my brain is trying to escape through my eyeballs.
I hate Verse even more now. They are so messy, they used every possible pot, pan, utensil and plate that we own and left it all for me to clean up. They kept turning the fucking fire on even though I asked them not to because you can't turn it off when it's been on too long. And their music is a big boring pile of wank. Fuck Verse. The German dude they had with them was the soundest dude ever though.
There was a rainbow around the moon last night. It was freaky. My neck hurt from staring at it for so long. Moan, moan, moan, pain, pain.
Derry has abandoned me for the weekend so come hang out with me.
Currently watching some fucking stupid comedian on the tv who is not funny in any way and I hope he fucking dies.
I'm just gonna mention some things that always spring to mind for me when going on a road trip.
First off.
Quality tunes. Do not mistake for good music. You gotta have some quality tunes for a good road trip. One of my favourite driving albums is Millenium by the Backstreet Boys, and listening to this is doubled in greatness by having Laura Wallace sitting beside me helping me belt out all the bits ie. the spanish guitar, the slammin' solos, sound effects and all the rest.
Actually when you've got Laura Wallace, it's good to throw on the Mongoloids as the vocals seem to send her off in to an absolute fit of hysterics, which amusing for everybody else.
Overtaking:
I don't know what it is but I am seriously scared of overtaking people. Waiting for an opportunity where you think a car isn't going to come hurtling at you head-first is obviously very important. I don't know if anyone else gets this, but I get a total rush of adrenaline and experience pure fear while overtaking. It's fucking terrifying. On the drive back from Galway, Gajb caught up with us while I was trying to overtake a bus. A FUCKING BUS. I got around it after about ten minutes, and Gajb followed straight after but he seemed to have more trouble actually getting past the bus. It seemed like he was driving beside it, on the wrong side of the road, for fucking ages. I freaked the fuck out, especially when I saw a car coming towards us in the distance. Pure fear.
Roundabouts:
I was told on the drive back from Galway that every time I approached a roundabout, I kept saying "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??". I obviously know what a roundabout is, and have been encountering them as a driver for over a year, and a person for 22 years. Although I did receive one blue mark for my roundabout etiquette in my driving test. But when its dark out and you've been driving all day, and you can't see because there's no water left to clean the window and all the dirt has been smeared across it by your wipers, and you're doing your best to stay on the road, roundabouts are a total hassle. In my new car the bit of the windshield frame on my right hand side blocks exactly where I need to see when going around a roundabout, which is frustrating to say the least.
Stuff about Galway:
Directions:
I have been to Galway so many times over the last ten years, and I have driven there at least three times this year, and like to think I know the city really well, but every time I get there I immediately forget which way I'm supposed to go.
Once I hit Eyre square and familiar territory, I'm ok again for a while, but I'd never been down to the RoisÃn Dubh before. When we decided to go from the venue to La Salsa, I immediately decided to go with my keen sense of direction and my confidence that I know galway pretty well, and led the way for Wally and Jack. Unfortunately I ended up taking us on a 25 minute loop around the town in the freezing cold, to reach a destination that should have only taken approx. 6 minutes to walk to. Jack hates me.
La Salsa:
Fuck this place is awesome. I thought there was only the one, but apparently there are three of them open in Galway now. They do the best burritos EVEERRRR. Mexican food fucking rules.
I only got into mexican food this year, and fuck, I WAS MISSING OUT. I made some fucking kick ass tacos today for myself, Tom Smalley and Derry, they were SO GOOD. I even got minced beef because I wanted to experience some yummy cow before this whole meat crisis turns me into a vegetarian.
I've been getting really sick this week. It started on tuesday at verse and has been getting worse ever since. I feel like my brain is trying to escape through my eyeballs.
I hate Verse even more now. They are so messy, they used every possible pot, pan, utensil and plate that we own and left it all for me to clean up. They kept turning the fucking fire on even though I asked them not to because you can't turn it off when it's been on too long. And their music is a big boring pile of wank. Fuck Verse. The German dude they had with them was the soundest dude ever though.
There was a rainbow around the moon last night. It was freaky. My neck hurt from staring at it for so long. Moan, moan, moan, pain, pain.
Derry has abandoned me for the weekend so come hang out with me.
Currently watching some fucking stupid comedian on the tv who is not funny in any way and I hope he fucking dies.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Beware: Foot content
Ok, I'm sure none of you will actually want to see this but for some reason I feel compelled to share. Look at the absolute state of my foot:
Yes, I am aware that my foot is quite hideous in any case, and I could defo have touched up the nail varnish just for the occasion, but fuck it. LOOK AT ALL THOSE BRUISES. I think there is 8 or 9 all together. There is only 3 on my other foot so I'm not arsed posting a pic.
The cause for such tragic injuries is due to one hell of a good week. It all began with some serious foot-smushage at Ceremony last sunday, and was followed up this weekend with Municipal Waste on Friday and Dirty Money on Saturday.
Municipal Waste. FUCK, this was a fun show. Iron Lung were also really good but I was far too inebriated to properly appreciate them.
As a general rule, I don't really like drinking at shows. Never have, unless I don't particularly like any of the bands playing, but in which case I would usually just not go to the gig. But anyhoo, I decided I kinda had to get trollied for MW, just because, ya know... It's Municipal Waste. Also I had the worst day EVER leading up to the gig and needed a bit of mind numbing. Hurrah! Nothing quite like drinking your problems away while rocking out to some quality thrash.
Anyway, MW's set was fucking insane. The crowd was just full of Fibber's type big sweaty metal dudes going absolutely nuts all over the place. So much horrible curly hair in my mouth. I came out of there barely alive and covered in beer and other peoples sweat. Don't get me wrong, it was quality. I was sad they didn't have the boogie board because it would have worked out a lot better this time, unlike last time when it was just perched precariously on top of approx. 10 dudes who kind of carried it around a bit.
I was seriously broke, so I cashed in my bus refund tickets from 2 years ago (€26, fuck yeah!) to be able to afford a ticket, smuggled in a shoulder of vodka, lovely Wallace bought me a drink and I managed to convince darling Robb to buy me a shirt because it was still my birthday for ten more days ago.
I don't like spending ages just talking about being really drunk, but fuckin hell I was such a mess that night. After the gig I got this intense craving that I really, really wanted McDonalds more than anything in life, so I abandoned everybody, wandered on down O'Connell St, took out my emergency €20 (the last few euro to my name), went into Maccy D's,and got myself a large meal, brought it over to a table, sat down, and proceeded to eat all the leftover food that was on the table (2 chicken nuggets and some fries) before tucking into my own meal. I think this officially makes me a hobo. My Maccy's experience was not pleasant in any case, some aul chap shouted at me and threw a Burger King straw at me which I found totally mind-boggling because I thought for a second that I had actually been in Burger King all this time, and possibly lost my mind completely.
I eventually managed to compose myself and went back out to O'Connell St for some more wandering, where I quickly bumped into Derry and Jack, which was very handy.
We continued on down to Charlies 1 on Westmoreland St. I almost got in a fight with some girls outside but Derry quickly shoved me into Charlies. As soon as I got there, I immediately forgot that I had already eaten all the food ever, and demanded Derry by me another meal, which worked out well because Jack bought both Derry and himself a 3in1, quickly followed by a second round of 3in1s. At which stage all 3 of us almost exploded from too much food and we went on home, although I have absolutely zero recollection of the journey.
I spent most of Saturday on the couch, hanging out and watching the entire series 2 of Black Books.
Dirty Money arrived in the afternoon and within 15 seconds of stepping in the front door, LITERALLY before any of them had even taken there coats off, they started a YouTube party. This did not bode well with me, so I spent most of my time hiding in the other room. I don't know if yall know how I feel about YouTube parties. Not into it, basically. So I didn't actually talk to any of them until we were in the van heading townward, but they turned out to be really sound blokes.
The gig was quality. I must say, I really like the Temple and I hope there are more gigs on there in the future. Rehabilitate were fuckin hilarious, I always enjoy a bit of Ended and Find A Way are my 2nd fave Dublin band and they always deliver.
It was awesome to finally see Dirty Money properly, because seeing the last 5 mins of their set in London last june didn't really count. They were class! It was also cool that so many english people came over for the show. Picked up the Cold Snap record, which is really fucking good.
Afterwards we hit up Doran's which was loads fun. I am a straight up Doran's fan for life. Danced like a maniac with all the English dudes and all my Irish girls. And a Kiwi. Robb got his head kind of puked on. Ate a foot long subway because apparently my stomach just cannot be filled.
Ended up being the designated driver and spent two hours driving around the fuckin city, but I didn't really mind, Chris gave me a lend of his quality youth crew anthems mix cd that the lovely Posi-Jen made for him which made for some good listening, and I ended up going home with more money than I went out with.
Forgot to mention that the lovely Holly Dale and Simon Erl are visiting again aswell as the legendary Tom Smalley. Apparently I give everybody titles now. Anyway, it means good hangouts and good times, even though everybody has been calling me grumpy today. Probably because I am pretty grumpy I suppose, but I think I'm just tired from a long party-filled weekend. I will be sad when Holly and Simon leave us again tomorrow. Always coming and going. Sigh. But Tom is around for the whole week, and it should be a super fun week, starting out with road trip to Galway tomorrow! Galway is my favourite place in Ireland and its been to long since I've been down there, so I'm real excited even though I couldn't give a fuck about Verse.
I can type really fucking fast.
Currently listening to: Mind Eraser
Yes, I am aware that my foot is quite hideous in any case, and I could defo have touched up the nail varnish just for the occasion, but fuck it. LOOK AT ALL THOSE BRUISES. I think there is 8 or 9 all together. There is only 3 on my other foot so I'm not arsed posting a pic.
The cause for such tragic injuries is due to one hell of a good week. It all began with some serious foot-smushage at Ceremony last sunday, and was followed up this weekend with Municipal Waste on Friday and Dirty Money on Saturday.
Municipal Waste. FUCK, this was a fun show. Iron Lung were also really good but I was far too inebriated to properly appreciate them.
As a general rule, I don't really like drinking at shows. Never have, unless I don't particularly like any of the bands playing, but in which case I would usually just not go to the gig. But anyhoo, I decided I kinda had to get trollied for MW, just because, ya know... It's Municipal Waste. Also I had the worst day EVER leading up to the gig and needed a bit of mind numbing. Hurrah! Nothing quite like drinking your problems away while rocking out to some quality thrash.
Anyway, MW's set was fucking insane. The crowd was just full of Fibber's type big sweaty metal dudes going absolutely nuts all over the place. So much horrible curly hair in my mouth. I came out of there barely alive and covered in beer and other peoples sweat. Don't get me wrong, it was quality. I was sad they didn't have the boogie board because it would have worked out a lot better this time, unlike last time when it was just perched precariously on top of approx. 10 dudes who kind of carried it around a bit.
I was seriously broke, so I cashed in my bus refund tickets from 2 years ago (€26, fuck yeah!) to be able to afford a ticket, smuggled in a shoulder of vodka, lovely Wallace bought me a drink and I managed to convince darling Robb to buy me a shirt because it was still my birthday for ten more days ago.
I don't like spending ages just talking about being really drunk, but fuckin hell I was such a mess that night. After the gig I got this intense craving that I really, really wanted McDonalds more than anything in life, so I abandoned everybody, wandered on down O'Connell St, took out my emergency €20 (the last few euro to my name), went into Maccy D's,and got myself a large meal, brought it over to a table, sat down, and proceeded to eat all the leftover food that was on the table (2 chicken nuggets and some fries) before tucking into my own meal. I think this officially makes me a hobo. My Maccy's experience was not pleasant in any case, some aul chap shouted at me and threw a Burger King straw at me which I found totally mind-boggling because I thought for a second that I had actually been in Burger King all this time, and possibly lost my mind completely.
I eventually managed to compose myself and went back out to O'Connell St for some more wandering, where I quickly bumped into Derry and Jack, which was very handy.
We continued on down to Charlies 1 on Westmoreland St. I almost got in a fight with some girls outside but Derry quickly shoved me into Charlies. As soon as I got there, I immediately forgot that I had already eaten all the food ever, and demanded Derry by me another meal, which worked out well because Jack bought both Derry and himself a 3in1, quickly followed by a second round of 3in1s. At which stage all 3 of us almost exploded from too much food and we went on home, although I have absolutely zero recollection of the journey.
I spent most of Saturday on the couch, hanging out and watching the entire series 2 of Black Books.
Dirty Money arrived in the afternoon and within 15 seconds of stepping in the front door, LITERALLY before any of them had even taken there coats off, they started a YouTube party. This did not bode well with me, so I spent most of my time hiding in the other room. I don't know if yall know how I feel about YouTube parties. Not into it, basically. So I didn't actually talk to any of them until we were in the van heading townward, but they turned out to be really sound blokes.
The gig was quality. I must say, I really like the Temple and I hope there are more gigs on there in the future. Rehabilitate were fuckin hilarious, I always enjoy a bit of Ended and Find A Way are my 2nd fave Dublin band and they always deliver.
It was awesome to finally see Dirty Money properly, because seeing the last 5 mins of their set in London last june didn't really count. They were class! It was also cool that so many english people came over for the show. Picked up the Cold Snap record, which is really fucking good.
Afterwards we hit up Doran's which was loads fun. I am a straight up Doran's fan for life. Danced like a maniac with all the English dudes and all my Irish girls. And a Kiwi. Robb got his head kind of puked on. Ate a foot long subway because apparently my stomach just cannot be filled.
Ended up being the designated driver and spent two hours driving around the fuckin city, but I didn't really mind, Chris gave me a lend of his quality youth crew anthems mix cd that the lovely Posi-Jen made for him which made for some good listening, and I ended up going home with more money than I went out with.
Forgot to mention that the lovely Holly Dale and Simon Erl are visiting again aswell as the legendary Tom Smalley. Apparently I give everybody titles now. Anyway, it means good hangouts and good times, even though everybody has been calling me grumpy today. Probably because I am pretty grumpy I suppose, but I think I'm just tired from a long party-filled weekend. I will be sad when Holly and Simon leave us again tomorrow. Always coming and going. Sigh. But Tom is around for the whole week, and it should be a super fun week, starting out with road trip to Galway tomorrow! Galway is my favourite place in Ireland and its been to long since I've been down there, so I'm real excited even though I couldn't give a fuck about Verse.
I can type really fucking fast.
Currently listening to: Mind Eraser
Friday, December 5, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Best week ever. EVER.
So I've been super busy this week. As I previously mentioned, it was my birthday on wednesday. I did not write that last entry by the way, that was Robbedge.
So anyway, I went out on wednesday to the Bernard Shaw and then to Antics.
My night began like this, all dressed up and ready to go, with my beautiful flowers that darling Wallace bought me:
Unfortunately, I cannot stay poised for long and my night ended rolling around the kitchen floor being force fed a crisp sandwich:
All in all I have to say it was probably the best birthday I ever had. I have some quality friends and I love them all to bits.
I had to get up at the crack of dawn the next morning and go to the beautician with my mum and sister to get my nails and eyebrows done in preparation for my sisters wedding. This was awful as I was experiencing the first hangover of my life, and my mother kept accusing me of being an alcoholic, and I kept trying to explain to her that obviously I was going to get wrecked on my birthday, which, by the way, both she and my sister had forgotten due to pre-wedding stress. Apparently.
So anyway, on to the wedding. It's finally over. It's all I've heard about every time I spoke to my family for the last 10 months, and in turn I know I have been shiting on about it quite a lot to everybody, which i apologise for. I went down to the hotel on thursday evening for the rehearsal. The hotel was soooo fancy. I was fucking loving it. Here is a picture of my sisters bathroom to give you an idea of how lush it was:
Anyway, everything went off without a hitch. I was really surprised at how stress free the whole day was, considering the build up. I was really nervous in the church because there was like 240 people and I was real nervous I was gonna stand on my dress and fall over, and I was really involved in the ceremony aswell, I had to go up to the alter during the vows and junk, and sign the register, and other stuff.
I fucking hated the mass though, it was like really god god god godgodgodgodgod. Like, god has brought you here today to god's house, so that with god's consent you can be wed, and if god blesses you with any children, you must bring them up under god's teachings, god god god god god. Although the priest, during his little sermon bit, went on and on for ages about how god has a plan for everyone. And even though Alison and Steve decided to get married, it was actually god who decided that they would meet and get married. And that everybody's lives are preordained. I thought this was gas because it was completely contradictory of the christian belief that god gave us all free will. I love when priests contradict themselves. I haven't been to church in over three years and I don't think I'll be going back any time soon, until someone else gets married or dies. I told my mum a few days ago that if I ever got married, it wouldn't be in a church. She didn't take it so well. Here's me and my sister being beautiful:
I got proper drunk soon after the ceremony. Old family friends and relatives were buying me drinks left right and centre, and the odd few were throwing money at me, which I did of course use to buy more drinks. By dinner I was completely trashed, so much so that I couldn't actually remember what they served for dinner.
My brother doesn't have a girlfriend, or any female friends for that matter, so he brought his best mate Brian as his date. Of course this started off the rumours, which I heavily reinforced. It got to the stage where Brian started telling everyone he was our first cousin, but I told him that being thought of as a gay couple wasn't as bad as being thought of as an incestuous gay couple.
Speaking of my brother, here's a shot of his head that I previously blogged about:
My dads speech was the funniest thing I ever heard. He is such a legend. He spent way too much of it talking about his dog, however. I hate that dog. I love my dad however. He is just so funny. I felt bad for everyone who had to follow him up. They should have let him go last.
I don't really have much else to say about the wedding, or else I'll just keep talking about how I drunk I was. It was a fucking savage buzz overall, I had so much fun. Laila and Chris came down for the afters, and we partied hard. Derry says he didn't have a horrible time, which is more than I could have hoped for, and he was an absolute BABE in his tux.
Onto tonight. Tonight Ceremony, Never Healed, Ended and Real Talk! played in the Boom Boom Room. Ceremony are defo my favourite band, and I've been looking forward to this gig for so long. We picked them up at 7:30 and went straight to the gig. The BBR smelt like absolute ass, and after tonight I never wanna go to gigs there again. The not-so-sound guy is so fucking anal about everything.
But anyway, all the bands were quality. Never Healed were great, I had only heard the tunes on their myspace before the gig, but I really enjoyed their set. They gave me a free record too for picking them up which was sound.
Then came Ceremony. Fuck. They are the only band that make me properly lose my mind. The set was fucking intense, I kept losing my shoes, and someone dragged themselves onstage using my boob, and I almost got my nose broken again, but it was awesome. I already can't wait to see them again.
The guys from the two bands split up between our house and Andy and Kayleigh's house. The junkies went to theirs for a heroin orgy and the edgers came to ours to eat chips and dip and have the chats. They were all super sound, and I am sad they only got to spend 12 hours in the country.
Chris got me a fisheye camera for my birthday which he gave me tonight. I've wanted one for so long! AND IT'S PINK. I'm so excited about it. Chris fuckin rules! I'm going on a road trip tomorrow with Laura and Kayleigh and our welshie girls Lottie and Ellie who are over visiting right now, so I'm gonna take loooooads of photos but then prob not get them developed, as is the usual for me.
Anyway, all in all, this was probably the best week ever. I had such a good buzz all round. I don't see how it could ever be topped, unless maybe I get married on my birthday and Ceremony play the wedding. That would be fucking sweet. Somebody sort that out.
Currently listening to: Derry shiting on about how he must be really annoying to share a bed with. Don't know what he's on about.
Later yall.
So anyway, I went out on wednesday to the Bernard Shaw and then to Antics.
My night began like this, all dressed up and ready to go, with my beautiful flowers that darling Wallace bought me:
Unfortunately, I cannot stay poised for long and my night ended rolling around the kitchen floor being force fed a crisp sandwich:
All in all I have to say it was probably the best birthday I ever had. I have some quality friends and I love them all to bits.I had to get up at the crack of dawn the next morning and go to the beautician with my mum and sister to get my nails and eyebrows done in preparation for my sisters wedding. This was awful as I was experiencing the first hangover of my life, and my mother kept accusing me of being an alcoholic, and I kept trying to explain to her that obviously I was going to get wrecked on my birthday, which, by the way, both she and my sister had forgotten due to pre-wedding stress. Apparently.
So anyway, on to the wedding. It's finally over. It's all I've heard about every time I spoke to my family for the last 10 months, and in turn I know I have been shiting on about it quite a lot to everybody, which i apologise for. I went down to the hotel on thursday evening for the rehearsal. The hotel was soooo fancy. I was fucking loving it. Here is a picture of my sisters bathroom to give you an idea of how lush it was:
Anyway, everything went off without a hitch. I was really surprised at how stress free the whole day was, considering the build up. I was really nervous in the church because there was like 240 people and I was real nervous I was gonna stand on my dress and fall over, and I was really involved in the ceremony aswell, I had to go up to the alter during the vows and junk, and sign the register, and other stuff.I fucking hated the mass though, it was like really god god god godgodgodgodgod. Like, god has brought you here today to god's house, so that with god's consent you can be wed, and if god blesses you with any children, you must bring them up under god's teachings, god god god god god. Although the priest, during his little sermon bit, went on and on for ages about how god has a plan for everyone. And even though Alison and Steve decided to get married, it was actually god who decided that they would meet and get married. And that everybody's lives are preordained. I thought this was gas because it was completely contradictory of the christian belief that god gave us all free will. I love when priests contradict themselves. I haven't been to church in over three years and I don't think I'll be going back any time soon, until someone else gets married or dies. I told my mum a few days ago that if I ever got married, it wouldn't be in a church. She didn't take it so well. Here's me and my sister being beautiful:
I got proper drunk soon after the ceremony. Old family friends and relatives were buying me drinks left right and centre, and the odd few were throwing money at me, which I did of course use to buy more drinks. By dinner I was completely trashed, so much so that I couldn't actually remember what they served for dinner.
My brother doesn't have a girlfriend, or any female friends for that matter, so he brought his best mate Brian as his date. Of course this started off the rumours, which I heavily reinforced. It got to the stage where Brian started telling everyone he was our first cousin, but I told him that being thought of as a gay couple wasn't as bad as being thought of as an incestuous gay couple.
Speaking of my brother, here's a shot of his head that I previously blogged about:
My dads speech was the funniest thing I ever heard. He is such a legend. He spent way too much of it talking about his dog, however. I hate that dog. I love my dad however. He is just so funny. I felt bad for everyone who had to follow him up. They should have let him go last.
I don't really have much else to say about the wedding, or else I'll just keep talking about how I drunk I was. It was a fucking savage buzz overall, I had so much fun. Laila and Chris came down for the afters, and we partied hard. Derry says he didn't have a horrible time, which is more than I could have hoped for, and he was an absolute BABE in his tux.
Onto tonight. Tonight Ceremony, Never Healed, Ended and Real Talk! played in the Boom Boom Room. Ceremony are defo my favourite band, and I've been looking forward to this gig for so long. We picked them up at 7:30 and went straight to the gig. The BBR smelt like absolute ass, and after tonight I never wanna go to gigs there again. The not-so-sound guy is so fucking anal about everything.
But anyway, all the bands were quality. Never Healed were great, I had only heard the tunes on their myspace before the gig, but I really enjoyed their set. They gave me a free record too for picking them up which was sound.
Then came Ceremony. Fuck. They are the only band that make me properly lose my mind. The set was fucking intense, I kept losing my shoes, and someone dragged themselves onstage using my boob, and I almost got my nose broken again, but it was awesome. I already can't wait to see them again.
The guys from the two bands split up between our house and Andy and Kayleigh's house. The junkies went to theirs for a heroin orgy and the edgers came to ours to eat chips and dip and have the chats. They were all super sound, and I am sad they only got to spend 12 hours in the country.
Chris got me a fisheye camera for my birthday which he gave me tonight. I've wanted one for so long! AND IT'S PINK. I'm so excited about it. Chris fuckin rules! I'm going on a road trip tomorrow with Laura and Kayleigh and our welshie girls Lottie and Ellie who are over visiting right now, so I'm gonna take loooooads of photos but then prob not get them developed, as is the usual for me.
Anyway, all in all, this was probably the best week ever. I had such a good buzz all round. I don't see how it could ever be topped, unless maybe I get married on my birthday and Ceremony play the wedding. That would be fucking sweet. Somebody sort that out.
Currently listening to: Derry shiting on about how he must be really annoying to share a bed with. Don't know what he's on about.
Later yall.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Life Aquatic...
...with Laura Zissou.
I want live in Victoria by the sea and own a boat.
I want live in Victoria by the sea and own a boat.
I think I'd be happy forever.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Last night...
...my brother got stabbed in the back of the head with a broken bottle. WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.
I cried six times today.
But then I went out and had the laugh. I dig my friends. Transmission is not worth €10 though.
Sound.
I cried six times today.
But then I went out and had the laugh. I dig my friends. Transmission is not worth €10 though.
Sound.
Choke
Choke 6/10Today was my first cinema trip in a while. I don't have my unlimited card since my wallet got stolen, which is ruining my life. I miss going to the cinema, it is one of my fucking fave things to do.
Anyway, this movie is based on a book by Chuck Palahniuk. I absolutely loved this book, but as is quite frequently the case, the film just doesn't do it justice.
I can only describe it as lacking. There were so many parts that could have been done so much better and they just seemed to skim over them. Also, there wasn't nearly enough riding. The book is just so much more depraved.
I love Sam Rockwell and I thought he was a pretty good choice for the role of sex-addict, Victor Mancini. I totally would like. And Anjelica Huston is awesome, I fucking love her, mainly because she's in most of Wes Anderson's movies, but also cuz I fucking LOVED her as Morticia Addams when I was younger.
Although this movie was a weak adaptation of the book, it was still entertaining as a movie in its own right. I did enjoy it.
Today has been good for hangouts.
Currently listening to: Will Smith - Men In Black. Fuck yeeeeeah.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Declaration
I can't fucking verbalise what goes on in my head.
Far too many blog entries saved and not published.
I don't publish the things worth saying because I don't know how to say them, so I publish the crap that makes people hate blogs.
Far too many blog entries saved and not published.
I don't publish the things worth saying because I don't know how to say them, so I publish the crap that makes people hate blogs.
Ceremony
I am stupidly excited about this gig. It is seriously going to make my year.
Ceremony are def my favourite band, and they are incredible live. I advise everybody to get into it, if they are half as good as the other times I saw them this year, then they will blow you awaaaaaay.
BEST BAND.
Casper/Esteban
I finally got my car today after a painful wait. It's awesome! He doesn't have a name yet, it's a toss-up between Casper and Esteban. He's a bit of a fixer-upper, ie. missing a rearview mirror, a handle for opening one of the back windows, a spring to keep the passenger door open, there is also childlocks on the backdoors that I can't figure out how to turn off and a good few scratches and some other little things that I can't remember.
But I have high hopes, and it's still a huuuuge step up from my last car. I am in love.
I have a cd player now, and although I'm sad about not being able to play my car tapes anymore, I broke into my old cd collection which I haven't looked at in about two years. I broke out my Destiny's Child Survivor album especially for Lally, Counting Crow's August and Everything After and a quality mix CD that Laila made me in 6th year comprised of Tsunami Bomb, Senses Fail, Sublime and other class tunes.
I got stung by the gardaà for getting stuck in a yellow box earlier. It was a disaster. I didn't have tax or insurance cuz I'd only had the car an hour, and I didn't have my licence cuz my wallet got robbed. The cop was a total prick and he fined me €60 which is seriously excessive for being in a yellow box. Wanker.
My day was good apart from that. I picked up Lally and Mags, got some Tin-Tins and then went to the Kimmage gaff and brought Chris for a spin. I have a good feeling about many road-trips to come.
I'm gonna stop talking about my car now, I've been wrecking everybody's head for the last week.
I'm up to date on Gossip Girl and I honestly don't know what to do with myself.
Shitting my pants about how soon the Ceremony gig is.
But I have high hopes, and it's still a huuuuge step up from my last car. I am in love.
I have a cd player now, and although I'm sad about not being able to play my car tapes anymore, I broke into my old cd collection which I haven't looked at in about two years. I broke out my Destiny's Child Survivor album especially for Lally, Counting Crow's August and Everything After and a quality mix CD that Laila made me in 6th year comprised of Tsunami Bomb, Senses Fail, Sublime and other class tunes.
I got stung by the gardaà for getting stuck in a yellow box earlier. It was a disaster. I didn't have tax or insurance cuz I'd only had the car an hour, and I didn't have my licence cuz my wallet got robbed. The cop was a total prick and he fined me €60 which is seriously excessive for being in a yellow box. Wanker.
My day was good apart from that. I picked up Lally and Mags, got some Tin-Tins and then went to the Kimmage gaff and brought Chris for a spin. I have a good feeling about many road-trips to come.
I'm gonna stop talking about my car now, I've been wrecking everybody's head for the last week.
I'm up to date on Gossip Girl and I honestly don't know what to do with myself.
Shitting my pants about how soon the Ceremony gig is.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The eyes are the groin of the head
I am sick. For the past two days, I have been really dizzy, had bad headaches and feel sick in my tums. And I keep falling asleep! My usual insomnia decided to take a swift U-turn into the land of narcolepsy.
The gig last night was awesome, but I had to leave after Find A Way. I was not well.
Although, Robb made me laugh so hard at one stage that the Happy Hippo that I was eating went up my nose. Rape/crimson-glint related jokes are uncomfortably funny.
I spent a solid 25 hours on the couch starting last night when I got home and ending 23:20 tonight. My new record. It was intense.
Somebody make me better.
Currently listening to: Human Race
The gig last night was awesome, but I had to leave after Find A Way. I was not well.
Although, Robb made me laugh so hard at one stage that the Happy Hippo that I was eating went up my nose. Rape/crimson-glint related jokes are uncomfortably funny.
I spent a solid 25 hours on the couch starting last night when I got home and ending 23:20 tonight. My new record. It was intense.
Somebody make me better.
Currently listening to: Human Race
Friday, November 14, 2008
People suck.
Today has been good and bad.
I found out this morning that I'm getting my new car this weekend. It is an absolute beaut!
Here are some lovely pictures:
I found out this morning that I'm getting my new car this weekend. It is an absolute beaut!
Here are some lovely pictures:
Isn't she beautiful! Just needs a service and a new set of tyres and to be brought up from Tipp. I'm super duper excited. I can't stop talking about it, I am defo pissing everybody off.I have/had a few job interviews this week so hopefully I'll get a job soon and sort my life out. I have to be in Malahide tomorrow morning for 11 for an interview, which is not pleasant. Malahide is far away. But it sounds like a good job so fingers crossed!
So I was in town today, in way too good a mood, and somebody stole my wallet. I now have no bank cards, visa card, drivers licence, student card, unlimited card, or any other cards for that matter. And a €100 gift voucher for office. I also had loads of other sentimental junk which I'm a bit sadder about. Like my passport photos of Fry, and my cinema ticket from me and Derry's first date, and all my pug pictures that Chris gave me and my ring that I've had since I was 14 and other junk. I didn't even have any money which makes me hate the person who stole it even more.
But anywaaaay. It's my birthday super soon, so if anyone wants to buy me a new wallet I would totally be down with that. Just sayin :)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Zzzzip.
15 days until my birthday.
17 days until the wedding.
19 days until Ceremony.
24 days until our 2 year anniversary.
44 days until Christmas.
My hair is getting really long.
I'm looking forward to all of these things, BUT...
time goes by too fucking fast.
Our heating is back. I'm not cold anymore.
17 days until the wedding.
19 days until Ceremony.
24 days until our 2 year anniversary.
44 days until Christmas.
My hair is getting really long.
I'm looking forward to all of these things, BUT...
time goes by too fucking fast.
Our heating is back. I'm not cold anymore.
Monday, November 10, 2008
It's been days.
I had a bit of a family buzz today. My mam has been sound enough to let me use her car about recently, a Landrover Freelander. It is a fucking beast of a car. Anyway, to keep her sweet, I helped her out today by amusing my little sister all day and then going home to help my bro write an irish essay.
I like hanging out with my little sister, Alannah, apart from the fact that I can't smoke in front of her. I brought her into town and we went to see High School Musical 3 in the cinema. She is a big HSM fan, and an even bigger Zach Effron fan. Things that creeped me out: Alannah telling me she thought it was hot when Zach Effron took off his top. Alannah telling me she thought it was hot when Zach Effron was all sweaty. Alannah being almost as tall as me (I'm 5'8"). The girl at the desk almost not believing me that Alannah was young enough for a child ticket. Did I mention that she is only 11 years old?
It scares me how much my brother and sister have grown up the last couple of years. I've been living out of home for about 3 years now, and to be honest, I don't have very much time for my family. There was a stage when every time I went home, Alannah would leg it over to give me a hug, and she would always wanna talk to me on the phone when I wasn't around and basically thought I was the bee's knees. It's really not like this anymore. She doesn't even bother turning her head away from the tv to say hi to me anymore. It's depressing and I know it's all my fault.
On a more posi note, I went over to Number 208 Lower Kimmage Road which is the new residence of my good friend Christopher and his new roomies, Eddie and The Skunk. It is a nice gaff! It's made me wanna move again, even though I hate moving and all the hassle it involves. It's so exciting moving into a new place, especially when it's nice and you're moving in with your mates. I really like their gaff and they are gonna see me a lot cuz I'm totally a person for overstaying my welcome. Me and The Skunk are friends now. I won him over with a yummy dinner and now he said I have to go to Warren St. with him for Winesday, even if Derry's not going, which is shocking. I never ever ever go to Warren St. without Derry. Except for when we had the girly sleepover. Which ruled. We watched the Craft.
Simon was over for most of this week which was cool, he is a good dude. We all went to the tattoo convention last night which was the biggest waste of €15 ever. But I drove Lally home which led to much awesome Backstreet Boy's singalongs.
The night before was Darragh's toga party which was AWESOME. Best party in a long time. I am a big fan of costume parties, I hate when people don't bother to dress up. My toga ruled and I am sad I don't have a proper picture of it.
This blog is just loads of crap fucking rambling. I hate these kinds of blogs.
Currently listening to : The new Crowd Control recordings!
Over and out.
I like hanging out with my little sister, Alannah, apart from the fact that I can't smoke in front of her. I brought her into town and we went to see High School Musical 3 in the cinema. She is a big HSM fan, and an even bigger Zach Effron fan. Things that creeped me out: Alannah telling me she thought it was hot when Zach Effron took off his top. Alannah telling me she thought it was hot when Zach Effron was all sweaty. Alannah being almost as tall as me (I'm 5'8"). The girl at the desk almost not believing me that Alannah was young enough for a child ticket. Did I mention that she is only 11 years old?
It scares me how much my brother and sister have grown up the last couple of years. I've been living out of home for about 3 years now, and to be honest, I don't have very much time for my family. There was a stage when every time I went home, Alannah would leg it over to give me a hug, and she would always wanna talk to me on the phone when I wasn't around and basically thought I was the bee's knees. It's really not like this anymore. She doesn't even bother turning her head away from the tv to say hi to me anymore. It's depressing and I know it's all my fault.
On a more posi note, I went over to Number 208 Lower Kimmage Road which is the new residence of my good friend Christopher and his new roomies, Eddie and The Skunk. It is a nice gaff! It's made me wanna move again, even though I hate moving and all the hassle it involves. It's so exciting moving into a new place, especially when it's nice and you're moving in with your mates. I really like their gaff and they are gonna see me a lot cuz I'm totally a person for overstaying my welcome. Me and The Skunk are friends now. I won him over with a yummy dinner and now he said I have to go to Warren St. with him for Winesday, even if Derry's not going, which is shocking. I never ever ever go to Warren St. without Derry. Except for when we had the girly sleepover. Which ruled. We watched the Craft.
Simon was over for most of this week which was cool, he is a good dude. We all went to the tattoo convention last night which was the biggest waste of €15 ever. But I drove Lally home which led to much awesome Backstreet Boy's singalongs.
The night before was Darragh's toga party which was AWESOME. Best party in a long time. I am a big fan of costume parties, I hate when people don't bother to dress up. My toga ruled and I am sad I don't have a proper picture of it.
This blog is just loads of crap fucking rambling. I hate these kinds of blogs.
Currently listening to : The new Crowd Control recordings!
Over and out.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Brrrrr
The heating is gone in our house. It is SO fuckin cold. Somebody let me move in with them until tuesday please.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sunshine
I got my car just over a year ago. Her name is Sunshine. This was not my choice, it was my sisters car for 3 years and she named it. When my sister starting working as a doctor, making €7billion a week, she gave the car to me.
At first I was bit distraught at the fact that the stereo only had a tape player. So before I got a connection for my MP3 player, which was seriously dodgey, I made tapes to listen to on my journeys. I got bored of this, but then OTHER people starting making me tapes, and that was awesome.
I love mixtapes. I think its awesome when somebody goes to the bother of making one for you, even though its so easy to cheat now, cuz you can just make a mix cd and then tape that, but even that is a lot of effort by my standards.
I got one from Chris, Ash and Fry. Fry's was disappointing to say the least (no offence, buddy). I was expecting amazing Funkacise hits, but in reality, it was just a few good tunes among a whole pile of crap. Chris and Ash's tapes were both awesome. Lots of other people promised tapes but they have yet to appear. I'm looking at you, Zach Golden.
Today I got a tape from Derry. I've been waiting for this one for a long time. A long, long time. And in true Derry form, it's not until I no longer have the use of Sunshine, and therefore no use for tapes, that I receive it. I love Derry with all my heart, but he is a tad bit useless. And I am an unappreciative bitch.
As I have mentioned previously, Sunshine is broken. She has been off the road for over 3 weeks, and I don't know if I'll ever drive her again. As sad as I am about saying goodbye to my first car, I am excited about the prospect of a new car. Daddy pretty much said he'd buy me one. Yes, you heard me. Daddy's buying me a new car. I feel spoiled rotten, and I'm loving it.
I asked my mum could I borrow her bike while Sunshine is off the road, because I despise getting the bus, and she said no. Her reason was because she didn't want it stolen or damaged or lost, and then made up ridiculous lies about how she uses her bike all the time to cycle to Howth to buy fish. I don't know why my mother thinks that I destroy everything I come into contact with, but in any case, I'm still getting buses. I'm kind of used to getting the bus again. Although I still hate it with a firey passion.
I was in town yesterday and Chris was buying christmas presents for people. I got a bit unnerved because christmas is not far off and I have no job or prospects of money for christmas presents. Ok, christmas is fuckin ages away, but shopping in december is the worst shit ever.
Derry keeps telling me what I can buy him for christmas. Flannel pyjamas is the most recent one. For some reason, the thought of buying my boyfriend flannel pyjamas for christmas makes me feel horribly old. I feel like I should be calling him my partner and never having sex.
I don't want to get old.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Sleep
My sleep cycle, as most of my friends are aware, is completely fucked. I haven't been to bed before 5am or up before 3pm, in weeks. So tonight, when 6am rolled around, and the children's programmes started, I decided tonight is the night that I'm just gonna stay up, to try and knock myself back into a regular routine.
I'm currently watching 50 Cutest Child Stars - All Grown Up. I started watching this purely from lack of anything else on, but it has turned out to be pretty educational.
For example, I just found out that Cory from Boy Meets World and Kevin from The Wonder Years are brothers. What the fuck?? Was this common knowledge among the rest of you? I'm genuinely interested here, so please let me know. Personally, I had no idea.
I was supposed to go see Evil Dead 2 today, which was on as part of the Horrorthon in the IFI, but myself and Derry didn't make it into town on time. I was mega bummed. Seeing your favourite movies on the big screen is awesome. I'm gonna go to Dawn of the Dead on monday, I think. I saw Night of the Living Dead in the IFI this time two years ago.
I am a bit tired at this stage. Probably gonna fall asleep in a while and fuck up my sleep cycle even more. Sigh.
I'm currently watching 50 Cutest Child Stars - All Grown Up. I started watching this purely from lack of anything else on, but it has turned out to be pretty educational.
For example, I just found out that Cory from Boy Meets World and Kevin from The Wonder Years are brothers. What the fuck?? Was this common knowledge among the rest of you? I'm genuinely interested here, so please let me know. Personally, I had no idea.
I was supposed to go see Evil Dead 2 today, which was on as part of the Horrorthon in the IFI, but myself and Derry didn't make it into town on time. I was mega bummed. Seeing your favourite movies on the big screen is awesome. I'm gonna go to Dawn of the Dead on monday, I think. I saw Night of the Living Dead in the IFI this time two years ago.
I am a bit tired at this stage. Probably gonna fall asleep in a while and fuck up my sleep cycle even more. Sigh.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The eyes are the nipples of the face.
The House Bunny - 5/10
This isn't a film I wanted to see, but Robb asked me and Derry to go, and I love convincing Der to go to movies I know he'll hate, although I don't know why. It was surprisingly hilarious. I hate Anna Faris a tiny bit less. Just a teeny, tiny bit. She is the fucking spit of Britney Spears. That has nothing to do with me hating her, just that I only noticed it today.
Anyway, this movie is basically about how life is only good if you are hot, but you don't have to be hot and stupid, you can be hot and smart. Or something along those lines. Wonderfully shallow stuff.
It's only getting 5/10 because although there was some brilliant one-liners and really hilarious bits, the story itself was a bit shit, it got really lame at the end, and there was too much slap-stick comedy with Anna Faris just being a dope and falling over and stuff.
In other news, I got up at 15:30 today. My life is a sham. I need to get a job before I kill myself purely from being completely useless. I HAVE NO USE. I also have no cash.
Hopefully something will come up soon.
This isn't a film I wanted to see, but Robb asked me and Derry to go, and I love convincing Der to go to movies I know he'll hate, although I don't know why. It was surprisingly hilarious. I hate Anna Faris a tiny bit less. Just a teeny, tiny bit. She is the fucking spit of Britney Spears. That has nothing to do with me hating her, just that I only noticed it today.
Anyway, this movie is basically about how life is only good if you are hot, but you don't have to be hot and stupid, you can be hot and smart. Or something along those lines. Wonderfully shallow stuff.
It's only getting 5/10 because although there was some brilliant one-liners and really hilarious bits, the story itself was a bit shit, it got really lame at the end, and there was too much slap-stick comedy with Anna Faris just being a dope and falling over and stuff.
In other news, I got up at 15:30 today. My life is a sham. I need to get a job before I kill myself purely from being completely useless. I HAVE NO USE. I also have no cash.
Hopefully something will come up soon.
Stuff
I went to see Burn After Reading today. Fuck it was so good. 10/10. I never give films 10 out of 10. I've changed my mind. 9 and a half. I don't know why I'm taking off that half.
I would fully back the Coen brothers if it wasn't for that film Intolerable Cruelty they did a few years ago. That was shit.
Next film I am super excited for would probably be Choke. There was a trailer for it before the movie today. I read the book by Chuck Palahniuk last year and it is so good. I love Chuck Palahniuk. Fight Club, Choke and Survivor are my favourites, in that order, but I hate that book Diary. Loads of people seem to bum that one, but I seriously hated it.
I am getting really fucked off with Cineworld. Every time I have gone to the cinema recently, my Unlimited card hasn't worked. It's getting really annoying. Actually it was really annoying the first time. At this stage it is fucking ridiculous. I'm sick of being put on the phone, being on hold, confirming my bank details, filling out the form for a complimentary ticket, being told my card would be fine from now on, and repeating the whole stupid process again the next time round. It makes me not want to go to the cinema anymore, and going to the cinema is my favourite.
For those of you who might possibly care, Freddy is gone. He was with us for about a month, and I am sad that he has left. I hope that he has moved on to greener pastures or a nicer windowsill, and I seriously hope he is not dead.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Cyndi Lauper
I got a last minute ticket to go see Cyndi Lauper yesterday. The buzz was had. She was incredible! I got a ticket from a girl who I've met a few times, but don't know very well, and she invited me up to her gaff to have some pre-Cyndi drinks, which was fun. I am mad shy, but I love it when you can just go hang with people you don't know very well and just have the buzz and be made feel totally welcome and stuff. It's nice.I think my being shy isn't like I'm scared of people I don't know, but more that I am just really REALLY shit at making conversation. I am so jealous of people who can just talk to the fuckin wall about anything that pops into their head. I seriously fail at conversation. Words are not my forte.
But anyway, back to Cyndi. Wow. Some people were giving out afterward that the set was too short. She played for an hour and a half. That's fuckin ages! What more do ya want? She's 50-somethin for fucks sake. And I have to say I think she is way hotter now than she was back in the day with her orange hair.
In other news, Joebreaker is the man. But never encourage him to drink vodka straight, or he will puke in your vicinity.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Knacker drinking.
Knacker drinking is the best shit ever. We have two of the Welshie girls staying my house right now, so we decided to bring them for a night out, Dub-style. Basically, we got some cans and headed out to Dun Laoghaire pier for a couple hours.
For most dublin teens, knacker drinkin was an integral part of growing up. I for one seriously missed out on this phase of development. My ma was super strict until I got to 6th year, and I was barely allowed out of the house. The only times I went on the knack was maybe on halloween a couple times. My point is, I still think it's a big adventure, and I wish it wasn't October. I hate October.
When I started going to the institute in 5th year there was this one pub that we went to on Camden St. It was a complete dive called "Da 2", and every friday for the first month or so of school we would all head over at about 2 in the afternoon, get fuckin locked during happy hour, then I'd usually get home by 8 and tell my mam I was studying after school. Sound.
Unfortunately, our school principal got wind of this and started showing up in the pub on a friday which kind of ruined the buzz, and then the place started getting raided by the police, and eventually shut down, because we were of course all underage, so that was that.
Sixth year came along and I started going to Doran's and 5 years later, it is still pretty much the only place I go. I have serious love for Doran's. I am happy that people have gotten into going there again.
My car is still off the road, two weeks later, cuz my da is too lazy to come and help me tow it. This is something I cannot do by myself no matter how much I'd like to. I didn't leave my house for about a week, but the last few days I have been venturing out on the bus, which at first was the worst thing in the world, but the day before yesterday I had such amazing deja vu. I got off the bus and it was really cold, I was listening to pop-punk, I lit up a cigarette and started heading straight for Heavenly. It actually felt like I had just gone back in time by 3 years, it was so strange. It just sounds stupid now that I've written it down, but at the time I just could not stop smiling.
Stargate SG1 is such a good show.
I shouldn't write blogs when I'm drunk.
For most dublin teens, knacker drinkin was an integral part of growing up. I for one seriously missed out on this phase of development. My ma was super strict until I got to 6th year, and I was barely allowed out of the house. The only times I went on the knack was maybe on halloween a couple times. My point is, I still think it's a big adventure, and I wish it wasn't October. I hate October.
When I started going to the institute in 5th year there was this one pub that we went to on Camden St. It was a complete dive called "Da 2", and every friday for the first month or so of school we would all head over at about 2 in the afternoon, get fuckin locked during happy hour, then I'd usually get home by 8 and tell my mam I was studying after school. Sound.
Unfortunately, our school principal got wind of this and started showing up in the pub on a friday which kind of ruined the buzz, and then the place started getting raided by the police, and eventually shut down, because we were of course all underage, so that was that.
Sixth year came along and I started going to Doran's and 5 years later, it is still pretty much the only place I go. I have serious love for Doran's. I am happy that people have gotten into going there again.
My car is still off the road, two weeks later, cuz my da is too lazy to come and help me tow it. This is something I cannot do by myself no matter how much I'd like to. I didn't leave my house for about a week, but the last few days I have been venturing out on the bus, which at first was the worst thing in the world, but the day before yesterday I had such amazing deja vu. I got off the bus and it was really cold, I was listening to pop-punk, I lit up a cigarette and started heading straight for Heavenly. It actually felt like I had just gone back in time by 3 years, it was so strange. It just sounds stupid now that I've written it down, but at the time I just could not stop smiling.
Stargate SG1 is such a good show.
I shouldn't write blogs when I'm drunk.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Boredom.
Just a few weeks ago I got back from my summer holiday. I went on a month long trip. It went a little something like this:
Dublin - L.A. - Santa Barbara - San Francisco - Vancouver - Vancouver Island - Whistler - Seattle - Vancouver - Glasgow - Dublin.
During this time I went to a 3 day hardcore fest, rode a Segway, ziplined down a mountain, conquered my fear of heights on a really frickin high up suspension bridge, saw a grizzly bear, some real-life-out-in-the-wild killer whales, sea lions, 2 bald eagles, saw LOADS of pugs, captained a boat, drove a moped around Victoria, went to a mountain bike festival, a cheese festival, saw people hurl themselves down a mountain after a block of cheese, went white-water-rafting, saw the Golden Gate bridge and the Space Needle, the very first Starbucks and R2D2. Ate loads of food. Had some fuckin good times.
Dublin - L.A. - Santa Barbara - San Francisco - Vancouver - Vancouver Island - Whistler - Seattle - Vancouver - Glasgow - Dublin.
During this time I went to a 3 day hardcore fest, rode a Segway, ziplined down a mountain, conquered my fear of heights on a really frickin high up suspension bridge, saw a grizzly bear, some real-life-out-in-the-wild killer whales, sea lions, 2 bald eagles, saw LOADS of pugs, captained a boat, drove a moped around Victoria, went to a mountain bike festival, a cheese festival, saw people hurl themselves down a mountain after a block of cheese, went white-water-rafting, saw the Golden Gate bridge and the Space Needle, the very first Starbucks and R2D2. Ate loads of food. Had some fuckin good times.
I have been home for 6 weeks, and have 98% of my time sitting on my couch watching t.v.
I am slowly but surely losing my mind.
I am slowly but surely losing my mind.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Mirrors
Went to see this in Cineworld today. WHAT A PIECE OF CRAP. Terrible storyline, some really cringeworthy lines. Awful C.G.I. This one bit especially where Kiefer Sutherland is supposed to be on fire, and it is just sooo badly done. Fuck. What a waste of my life.
I'm giving it a four out of ten and its only getting those four because I was sufficiently terrified for the first half of the movie.
I cannot handle paranormal shit in movies. Scares the bejeesus outta me. Scariest movie I ever saw was The Haunting. For real. It was rated 12. I don't understand. I can handle gore and slashers and all kinds of scarey shit but when it comes to ghosts and spirits and haunted stuff, I freak the fuck out.
Looking forward to seeing Burn After Reading, out on Friday!
Currently listening to: Ceremony - Still Nothing Moves You.
Twin Peaks
I just finished it. Fuck, the last episode is intense. I am a mess of mixed feelings right now. I think I was naive to hope for a happy ending.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Punk Rock Debs!
Best fun ever! If you weren't there, you SUCK.
Went to Doran's after and somebody stole my leopardprint coat. WHO STEALS A COAT??
Fucking cunts.
My house has been taken over by a horde of tattooists/tattooees. Good times are being had, but I am seriously enjoying a bit of Laura Time right now while everybody else is gone to the beach.
Still desperately in need of a job. Help a girl out.
That is all.
Went to Doran's after and somebody stole my leopardprint coat. WHO STEALS A COAT??
Fucking cunts.
My house has been taken over by a horde of tattooists/tattooees. Good times are being had, but I am seriously enjoying a bit of Laura Time right now while everybody else is gone to the beach.
Still desperately in need of a job. Help a girl out.
That is all.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Christmas in October.
It's October and I just ordered somebodies christmas present.
I do this every fucking year, I start buying christmas presents in October, and by the time christmas finally comes along, the person has already bought it for themselves, or found it in my room, or I get too impatient and give it to them early, or see something better that they would have preferred.
Every year I tell myself not to do it again, but I very rarely take my my own advice.
Christmas decorations are going to start being put up in the next couple weeks and I'm gonna get really pissed off about it. People are always saying that christmas comes but once a year, but nowadays with all the decorations going up before we even get past Halloween, the christmas season spreads over two months which is an entire sixth of a year, so personally I don't see what the big deal is.
I hate christmas.
I hate christmas shopping.
I hate that I just said christmas 10 times.
Fuck Christmas.
Currently listening to: Think I Care
I do this every fucking year, I start buying christmas presents in October, and by the time christmas finally comes along, the person has already bought it for themselves, or found it in my room, or I get too impatient and give it to them early, or see something better that they would have preferred.
Every year I tell myself not to do it again, but I very rarely take my my own advice.
Christmas decorations are going to start being put up in the next couple weeks and I'm gonna get really pissed off about it. People are always saying that christmas comes but once a year, but nowadays with all the decorations going up before we even get past Halloween, the christmas season spreads over two months which is an entire sixth of a year, so personally I don't see what the big deal is.
I hate christmas.
I hate christmas shopping.
I hate that I just said christmas 10 times.
Fuck Christmas.
Currently listening to: Think I Care
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Movies
How to Lose Friends And Alienate People - 6/10
I went to see this is Cineworld today with Iano and Jack. I had seen some trailers for it, which didn't make it look great, so I had some mild negative assumptions, and I had also heard a lot of people saying they thought it was shit, but I was still dying to see it because the main character was being played Simon Pegg.For those of you who don't know, I am mildly obsessed with Simon Pegg. I fell in love with him while watching Spaced a few years ago, and have been smitten ever since.
I am also a big fan of Kirsten Dunst, after her roles in some of my favourite movies, like The Virgin Suicides, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Bring It On, Eternal Sunshine... and of course Interview With A Vampire when she was only wee.
So anyway, despite not having high hopes for this movie, I actually thoroughly enjoyed it.
Its loosely based on the memoir of Toby Young, and follows a man's blossoming career as a journalist. Basically, Simon Pegg moves to New York and tries to get stuck into all the ladies.
This movie delivers the lols, especially the spoof trailer in it for Megan Fox's character's new movie, 'Teresa - The Making of a Saint'.
"The faith is strong in this one."
I love how there is always Star Wars references in Simon Pegg movies. I also think it's cool that he got to work with Gillian Anderson, because he's a big fan of hers and of The X Files.
There isn't too many laugh-out-loud parts, and the ending seems a bit rushed, but it's an overall feel-good film. Simon Pegg is his usual adorable self. I'd probably give it a 6/10.
I saw two amazing movies recently, The Chaser and Taken. Both involve similar plots, involving the themes of the sex-trade industry, kidnapping and a manhunt, but are very different stylistically.
The Chaser - 8.5/10I dig South Korean movies as they usually tend to be gory as fuck and rarely have a happy ending. Some notable Korean films would be the Vengeance Trilogy by director Chan-Wook Park, and also A Tale Of Two Sisters.
The Chaser is a thriller about a dirty-cop-turned-pimp, whose girls are going missing one by one. It is established that the girls are being murdered, and although the murderer is caught early on in the film, they don't have enough evidence to hold him, and a desperate struggle begins to prove that this man is the killer, and to find one of the girls that may still be alive.
This film is not as gory as some of its Korean predecessors, but I still felt pretty sick and unhappy when it was over. I love when films affect you physically. In my eyes, this film is a triumph for first-time director Hong-jin Na, and I look forward to his next film The Murderer out next year.
Taken is about a girl who goes to Paris and gets kidnapped and sold into the sex trade industry. Her da just happens to be Liam Neeson, and and also an ex-C.I.A. agent and he legs it to Paris and tries to find his daughter, killing 27 people along the way. This is a kick ass movie.
7/10
Currently listening to: Bitter End.
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