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.

Make me a sandwich.

It's still my birthday for three more hours ago.

22

I'm that bit closer to the top of the hill.

Heresy

Graveyards and sacrelige on a tuesday evening.

I love acting the goth.

The Life Aquatic...

...with Laura Zissou.

I want live in Victoria by the sea and own a boat.

I think I'd be happy forever.

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.

Choke

Choke 6/10

Today 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.

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.

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 gardaí 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.

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

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:

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 :)

Sometimes...

...I wish I was Madonna.


Only in the 80's though, obv.

I love this movie.

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.

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.

Brrrrr

The heating is gone in our house. It is SO fuckin cold. Somebody let me move in with them until tuesday please.