Life According to:

Right About Now ---

2007-03-31T13:59:00.000-07:00

--- the Funk Soul brutha.

It's been a while, fellow bloggers and bloggerettes. But here we are, my friends, so pull up a seat and gather around. We are about to begin ---

Well, whats been happening in my life? you may ask.

I'm glad you ask! Because, boy howdie, there's been a complete and utter reversal of things in my life. And I have to thank one person in particular, my girlfriend Becky. So, well, here we go- the two of us met in the Film and Tv class (yes, I gave up Journalism as it just wasn't my thing) and instantly we hit it off. Few months down the line, and a different story later, and we're going out. Fast forward to today and here we are, on our third month anniversary. Awh, isn't that so cute? Yes, I suppose it is somewhat. And I really do care about her a lot! In more ways than one :)

What else.. what else .. what else.. ?

Ah, yeah. My Film and Tv course. Well, now, it's excellent. Though unfortunately I don't fully agree with some of the people in the class. At this point, I should restate the fact that whats said in Blogsville .. Blogsland .. Bloggsilvania? stays there.

So yeah, they are not my cup of tea. Not entirely so. They're really annoying, in some respects. But, thats a different story! But moving on to something more interesting, I've made a short film. And came up with my own slightly cool name- DanKeat Productions. Nice, right? Yes. If I figure out how to burn it from a DVD I shall youtube it (odd how you can say that now).

Rightio- I best be off and do something non-blog related. Possibly dance. Yes. I'll dance a jig.

Cow-a-bung-a.

A Tidy Room, A Tidy Soul.

2006-09-17T11:08:00.000-07:00

So I've spent the past hour tidying my room. And boy-howdie did it need one. You really couldn't see the floor anymore.. apparently it's carpeted. Hrm. That and I found my passport too, wahey.

This past summer has been one of self-discovery, happiness, and unfortunately, of saddness. I reached my lowest low and was astonished to see that people actually stuck by me. As incredible as it may be, they're still here for me. To them I am thankful. To them I owe my sanity.

I've been pretty out of it lately. People started to notice that something was off and they started to ask me questions. I had no answers, of course, as sometimes even I didn't know what was bringing me down. I was sad, and thats all I knew. Things got so bad I was pondering seeking professional help.

Even though I still am not fully.. sane .. I think I am getting better. I rarely feel as sad anymore. I've started to relax into my house finally. And things are going relatively well for me.

I have started a PLC course in Print Journalism, which I am enjoying so far.

As Bugsy Malone said, "You give a little love and it all comes back to you".

Enjoy, my friends, enjoy.

It's a fine and dandy day

2006-08-11T05:35:00.000-07:00

I'm tired. Extremely tired. Was out last night for the first time in God knows how long. It was Chiara's birthday. All throughout the day I had my misgivings about going out; I haven't been the most sociable lately. But, thanks to Emmily making me realise that I'm just being stupid (repeated at least a dozen times) I went out.

I was working til about 10:30, so I went home, got changed and at around 11:30 I met up with Ben and Laura to walk with them to Chiara's house. Eventually we walked in to town and went to Cuba. I haven't been clubbing in a good 2 or so months. So I was very anxious about going. Stupid, I know. Yet because I have been feeling pretty sad lately, I was finding it hard to be around groups of people without being in a work enviroment. As pathetic as that may sound, that is how I felt.

So we got into Cuba and .. it was a good night. I really enjoyed myself. I was actually surprised at how much I did enjoy myself! I really wasn't expecting it. Moss came out last night too which was pretty cool.

And here's the kicker, the clincher, whichever; I'm happy. For the first time in at least a month I feel happy :) And its such an unbelievable feeling. Haleh-fucking-lujah!

Danny.

Jesus H Christ ---

2006-08-01T07:20:00.000-07:00

--- I've figured it out!

Before I continue, I would like to state the fact that with regards to my blog, the rule stays the same; anything discussed here by me cannot be said to anyone else, nor can it be discussed with me in person, only with prior agreement. Thanks.

Today has been a day of reflection for me. Lately I have been sad. Well, thats an understatement to say the least. I wont say that I was depressed, as that word has been tossed around a little too much by various people. So, earlier on whilst I was walking around town buying food, I came to the conclusion of how to begin to make myself feel happy again.

I came to this conclusion whilst I walked around and saw a few people I knew from before.. from my previous life I suppose you can say. These were people I worked with, people I went to school with, or just people I knew anyways. And I began to realise that this is what I am missing. I need to try and bridge the gap between my previous life and the one in which I am living now.

To try to explain what I mean by previous life is this; I was basically thrown from a sheltered life in Barna into the world in the space of an evening 2 years ago (or therebouts). Ever since then I have felt a little.. odd and lost. I know some might argue that 2 years is a long time, and that I should be over it by now. And I would agree with you. If only for the fact that I am not yet over it. As stupid as it sounds, I just am not.

So to try and feel better, I need to get back in contact with those people that helped me feel better. I need to have some sort of balance in my life, as this is something in which I am lacking.

Wish me luck,

Danny.

Bebo killed the Blogger Star

2006-07-17T04:29:00.000-07:00

So yeah, I guess Blogs are pretty much dead. Probably nobody will even bother to read this, but here we go anyways.. one more time Bloggers and Bloggerettes.

It's been a while since I've posted anything on here. Hasn't it? I can just imagine the sad nodding in agreement from anyone who might have been into Blogs like we were last year in college. To the blogmobile basically became our battlecry. And that somewhat proves just how big a nerd we all were. Owh well.. c'est la vie.. as the french say. Or whatever. I don't really care.. I just say, "fuckit", but them french want to sound all romantic and whatnot. So we'll give them that.

So, whats been happening in my life? Well.. I've dropped out of college. I may have mentioned that in a previous post but I'm not entirely sure to be honest. Sure, I guess I've been somewhat happier than I was during college, but there are still some things I haven't fully sorted out in my own head. And this has been bothering me somewhat. I can't place my finger on it exactly, but something has been making me feel somewhat down. And poor Sinead is the girl who.. well .. sees this. And to her I apologise. To her I owe alot. More than she knows, probably. Owh well.

Sometimes I wish things would come easier to me. That I would be able to sit down and go, "Hey! Thats what's wrong with me! Of course. How foolish of me. La de da. Twiddle-dee". But it isn't that easy, unfortunately. I wish there was a magic cure, like the clicking of a fingers and hey presto, you feel better. Yet I guess thats what makes life interesting. If you were happy all of the time, then this would just mean that life is boring. That being said, it would be nice if it was easier.

I'm sitting down in the sittingroom of my new house in Galway, and thinking just how much of an idiot I have been lately. I've been doing nothing but stupid things lately and .. I don't know. I wish I could make them go away. Make it so that they never happened. And wee! things would be slightly different. And I wouldn't have to feel this pang of guilt in my chest. And the subdued voice of shame in my head. Gah. It sucks sometimes. It really does. Owh well. Back to the french again; c'est la vie.

Maybe this will be my last blog, maybe this is the first of many, maybe the sky will rain gumdrops and lemondips. And maybe I'll cheer up soon. We'll see.

Danny.

Re-cut trailers

2006-04-09T05:44:00.000-07:00

Because the other ones suck.

Sleepless In Seattle
West Side Story
American Pie
Toy Story: Requiem (this one is just awesomeness put into a jar and placed on a shelf!)
Garden State

And I saved the best for last!!!

The Shining!

Heaven and Hell

2006-04-04T15:12:00.000-07:00

Probably wont do it justice but you can view it properly here http://www.wimp.com/heavenhell/

Bleh

2006-03-27T03:23:00.000-08:00

I thought that dropping out of college would make everything better. Well not everything, but some stuff. But I guess there is no quick-fix. You can't just click your fingers and, hey presto, everything will be as right as rain. It doesn't work that way, unfortunately. Before anyone gets the wrong idea; I do not regret dropping out. In fact, I think its one of my better ideas. I get to enjoy life more (which I plan to start doing as soon as I can). I get to have actual time to do things that I want to do. Like it says at the top of this page; this is my life, this is how I live it, and thats what I can do now. I can live my life. Finally.

It is going to take me a while to .. well .. start getting better. But I believe that I can. Hopefully. I'm going to work hard at it and, eventually, I shall be better than I am now. How I'm going to go about this, I do not know for sure yet, but I will do it. I owe it to myself, and everyone around me. This is the truth. I shall improve.

The Life of a College Dropout

2006-03-26T09:59:00.000-08:00

Okay, before we begin, I would like to take this time to welcome the people that I work with. It's very nice to have ye viewing here, and I hope ye enjoy yer stay .. and now that that's done, on with the show!

Well fuck me sidewards its wet outside. I mean, christ. It's as if God has a bladder condition. I'm just thankful I "found" that umbrella in work (hey, they were giving them out for free, it's not as if I was stealing them ..) but it didnt protect me from the bastard who soaked me with his car. Yes. I'm talking to you Mr Har-De-Har-Har-I'll-Wet-These-Guys-Here. Alot of Grrage on you! Grrr!

So, I've made it my mission to get up the guts to go in and talk to the lecturers. Though if they haven't figured it out by now.. well.. they shouldn't be teaching in the first place! It's true! Bah! Says I! Bah!

Right now I have nothing to add to this but when I think of anything I'll add to it. Whoo-Hah!

Drunken Posts Are Best

2006-03-24T18:02:00.000-08:00

Well at least semi-drunken posts anyways. Yes. I'm semi-drunk. After having a few drinks with a friend and I'm feeling fine and dandy. Excellent in fact. Yes. Excellent. Suck on that Mr-I-Dont-Feel-Good-Today (whoever that is). I'm pretty sure I'll have forgotten most of this post by tomorrow morning, or this morning, or whichever morning I don't know. And I guess I don't care too much. If i did care, would I really be posting this? Or something along those lines.

So I was at work today. Had a great day. Fantastic day in fact ( I even made a 20cent profit from a vending machine! Yes! Jackpot!) Had a strange walk in, saw a cement truck almost plough into a car that pulled out in front of it. And a strange walk home; saw a cop car drive on to the wrong side of a road to block a car.. or something. I was running up until that point. And then I decided to walk slowly past the guards. I didn't really want to end up in jail or searched or anything kinky like that. That would be nasty. And kinda unfortunate. Indeed.

Oh. Also. I'm a college drop out. For the past month or so. Lecturers are still asking for me. Get a clue will you. I don't want to go in and talk to you because I know thatyou will make me feel like shit, make me feel like I disappointed you, when in fact I really honestly couldnt do it anyways. Bleh. But anyways. I'm in a great mood. Fantastic mood. I so know Karmas going to rear its ugly head and I'm going to be squashed by a cow falling from space.

Life Plan and all that Jazz

2006-03-14T16:18:00.000-08:00

As some of you may know, I am thinking about dropping out of college. Or I have dropped out of college already. I'm not entirely sure. Unfortunately Tony hasn't marked our last project so I have no idea whatsoever how I am getting on. But to tell the truth, I have lost all interest in the course. And by staying in the course, I would only be lying to myself if I tried to pass. I don't want to do it anymore.

I am interested in writing, as you may be able to tell, and it is what I have done for most of my life. The one thing I would love to do is to make a career out of what has been a hobby as of yet. One way I picture myself doing this is by doing a PLC in journalism in Moneenageisha (damn thats hard to spell) next year. That way, when I am finished the PLC, I shall (hopefully) be able to go into college once more as a mature student and do journalism there. The good thing about doing the PLC first is that I shall have some sort of basis in journalism, which would make myself look more favourable.

The one thing I would love to do in life is to write a book. And I believe I could go about this easier if I have a degree in something like journalism, more than if I had one in computing. This is just a .. er .. draft of my life plan, as I do not know fully what it is that I want to do with it. Indeed.

Two For The Money

2006-03-11T06:37:00.000-08:00

This movie looked promising. Very promising. It has Al Pacino, Matthew McConnaughy (his name is damn hard to spell) and Rene Rouso. But then it went wrong. Very wrong. The synopsis in the cinema I work in made it look good. The poster I saw made it look interesting. But no. I was wrong. Dreadfully wrong. If I were a surgeon, I would've wiped out my last 50 patients - thats how wrong I was.

Where to start?

The basic premise behind this film is that Matthew McWhatever is an ex-football player (and I use that term loosely, seeing as how its American football) who, having broken his leg, quit to become a person who gives tips on football matches. Along comes Al Pacino, gives him a job, a new suit, a new name, and he becomes a full-fledged tout. Sounds good? No. Not at all.

It's about as interesting as watching old people play frisbee. And that is relatively interesting, trust me. Anyways, everything about this film made it look full of action. The only action in the movie was some rich dude pissing on Matthew Whatshisface. And even that plot vanished. Along with my interest. I left towards the end of the movie. My bladder was bursting, and there was nothing stopping me from going to the toilet. And thats one way of telling a good movie; it makes you stay there even though you're about to wet yourself and everyone else in the god damned cinema. Ye all know what I'm talking about.

Maybe I'm being unfair. But no. Even Al Pacino didnt make this film good. So. To summarise, stay away from this movie.

3/10 (just because the chicks in it had big breasts)

In other news, I'm going to check with the managers about the possibility bout putting reviews on the cinemas website

The Fog -- a travesty.

2006-03-01T03:30:00.000-08:00

Ok, last night I saw this movie.

DO NOT GO ANYWHERE NEAR THIS MOVIE

It's usesless. Completely and utterly useless.

Where to begin ..

Recently I bought the original of this movie, because I heard it was meant to be quite good. And it was. I enjoyed it. Some very good moments. Basic storyline is this; Antonio Bay celebrates its 100th anniversary when a fog roles in and people start dying. Since it was made in 1979, Computer Graphics was basically unheard of. So they used other ways of making you jump. And they were successful.

Then, last night, I saw it. And. Oh. My. God. I almost fell asleep. To be fair, it did have the possibility of becoming an actual scary movie, but they wasted this chance. The actors used in the remake were no way near as good as the original cast. It fell into too many typical horror cliches. Shannon, from Lost, was in it (For the entire movie, any time herself and Superman..whatever his name is.. kissed I kept thinking, Jesus, Sayid would be pissed off). Jamie Lee Curtis played her character in the original movie. And she was perfect. Then Shannon comes along and shats on it.

The usual cliches was someone knocking on the door in the bitterly cold night and, you guessed it, opening the door and going outside. Not only this, but Shannon (I don't know her real name, so I'll refer to her as Shannon) went outside with nothing on but a skimpy tshirt and green panties. I know! I'll open up this door! Nothing will happen to me. Some bits just didnt make sense, like this dude finds a rope on the beach, and he pulls it and follows it. Even though it's leading deeper and deeper into the ocean. Yeah, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

So I've covered the horrible cast, the horrible cliches and the stupid aspects. Now to move on to the Ghosts. They looked horrible. The Ghosts looked like they belonged to the Ghostbusters. I was half expecting someone to shout, "Who ya gonna call?" and Egon jumping out singing, "The Ghostbusters!" In an age where computer graphics can make everything seem real, this was just a letdown. They could have used actual people, but no, they used graphics. To be honest, it would have probably been cheaper to use people.

And that brings me on to my next point. It was a computer graphics whore. Theres one scene where a computer generated fog goes into a computer generated boat and into a computer generated engine. That wouldn't have been as bad, if they hadn't made it so bloody obvious. But no, it looked as fake as Shannon's breasts probably are. Oh yes. I went there. Are directors of movies going so bad, that they have no actual artistic elements to themselves, that they have to rely on graphics? Bah, says I!

This is a long post, but I wanted people to realise just how bad this movie is. They ruined the cast. They ruined the plot. They ruined the action. They ruined the storyline. They ruined the movie.

To sum this post up, for those of you who are too lazy to read it, don't go near this movie with a ten foot long pole. Attached to a skyscraper. Built on Mount Everest. Basically, avoid this movie like the plague with warts. And herpes.

Decisions -- Decisions --

2006-02-22T15:14:00.000-08:00

Decisions suck cock. Hairy Cock. Hairy Sweaty Cock. I think ye get the picture.

Over the coming weeks and months, I shall have to make some very tough decisions with regards to my life. These include; should I stay in college? Should I quit work so I can continue college? Should I quit college so I could continue writing? Should I put off writing so I can focus on college work?

If I quit college, I may be missing out on a good career as a programmer. Yet the problem with being a programmer is the fact that they are generally loners. I am very much a people's person, and love to work with others. I get on very well with others, and have been told that I should have chosen a different course because I do so well with them. However, if I continue college, and quit work, I shall need to move home, whuch means I shall have to get that poxy bus every morning at 7:50, which means I have to get up at like 6. Fuck no.

I would love to have more time to continue on my writing, as I believe there may be a future for me in it. Whether it be journalism, or an author. Yet, if I continue with college, and work, I wont be able to focus on my writing as much, as my project work shall be taking up most of my time, when I am not working, of course.
As you can tell this is very confusing, and is stressing me out. This isn't an advice post, its more a means for me to rant.

If I ask for less hours, that means I will be getting less pay, and wont be able to enjoy life as much as I am right now. Which would suck cock. Hairy Cock. Hairy Sweaty Cock. It's a vicious cycle.

Damn right.

2006-02-12T06:48:00.000-08:00

The Man Who Isn't There.

2006-02-05T12:59:00.002-08:00

Hello world. Can you see me?

I'm sitting here, in front of the laptop monitor, nothing but the click-clicking of my fingers as they hit the keys, and the whirring of the elevator. And I'm tired. Very tired. I'm pretty sure there's a little hamster inside my head banging a drum. My head hurts. Alot. Damn hamster.

The realisation that I am well and truely fucked for my individual project is beginning to bear down on me like a tonne of bricks. Bollox. I have done shag all with it this week, in fact the only thing I did with it this week was open it go, "hrm.. yes" and close it straight away. Oh well. I just can't bring myself to sit down and actually get into the code. Especially because I'm writing that book of mine (sorta). I don't understand lines of code, I don't understand logic gates. Words I can do. Images I can work with. Scenarios I can create. The World is my notepad, and everyone in it is a line.

Early mornings suck. They really do. Whoever thought up early mornings should be castrated, and forced to give themselves oral sex. Bastards. Nnnurrghhh

The Man Who Isn't There.

2006-02-05T12:59:00.001-08:00

Long Time.

2006-02-02T16:33:00.000-08:00

So, its been a long time since I made a proper post on this thing. I guess I should write one now. While I'm sitting here in my zombie-like stage without the foggiest idea what I'm typing. Go exhaustion! Woo!

Whats happening in my life?

Well- Sarah's back in hospital again. Her weight is the lowest that its been recorded. The doctors in the college had noticed that she had an unusally slow heartbeat; a sign that anorexcia had started to set in again. The recent death of that lady on New Years Day from being too thin made me realise how close Sarah actually came to that woman. And that scares me. It really freaks me out.
I'm going to meet her tomorrow in the hospital after college (if I go in.. of course), and hang out there for the day. I know I'm going to be afraid to hug her, just in case she breaks in my arms. She has no fat on her bones. Like a skeleton. It's scary.

I'm pretty sure that I'm an idiot too. And that, not only am I an idiot, that I am a lonely idiot. I've been finding it really hard to be happy as of late, but I don't want to say it to anybody, because I've basically made a vow to myself not to be attention seeking in the slightest. But basically, I've been really lonely. And I don't know what to do about it. Perhaps I'm destined to be alone and ... with the risk of being attention seeking, I'm going to stop there.

In other news I am writing a book. Well trying to. It's sorta hard when I've got all these projects to do. Especially the one during RAG week; thats a killer! I'm going to try and go home during RAG week to relax. I need some days off just to.. let my mind rest.

Anyways, I'm going to go now. Bye.

Compare Two Photos

2006-01-21T06:32:00.000-08:00

Some things you didnt know about --

2005-12-23T07:54:00.000-08:00

-- Chuck Norris

-- Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother's womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard.

Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

Chuck Norris once roundhouse kicked someone so hard that his foot broke the speed of light, went back in time, and killed Amelia Earhart while she was flying over the Pacific Ocean.

Chuck Norris won 'Jumanji' without ever saying the word. He simply beat the living shit out of everything that was thrown at him, and the game forfeited.

Chuck Norris's girlfriend once asked him how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. He then shouted, "HOW DARE YOU RHYME IN THE PRESENCE OF CHUCK NORRIS!" and ripped out her throat. Holding his girlfriend's bloody throat in his hand he bellowed, "Don't fuck with Chuck!" Two years and five months later he realized the irony of this statement and laughed so hard that anyone within a hundred mile radius of the blast went deaf.

To prove it isn't that big of a deal to beat cancer. Chuck Norris smoked 15 cartons of cigarettes a day for 2 years and aquired 7 different kinds of cancer only to rid them from his body by flexing for 30 minutes. Beat that, Lance Armstrong.

Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.

Chuck Norris was the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift of "beard". Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other Wisemen, jealous of Jesus' obvious gift favoritism, used their combined influence to have Chuck omitted from the Bible. Shortly after all three died of roundhouse kick related deaths.

Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.

Chuck Norris lost his virginity before his dad did.

When Chuck Norris has sex with a man, it is not because he is gay, but because he has run out of women.

The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.

Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and saying "booya".

If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris you may be only seconds away from death.

Macgyver can build an airplane out of gum and paper clips, but Chuck Norris can kill him and take it.

After much debate, President Truman decided to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima rather than the alternative of sending Chuck Norris. His reasoning? It was "more humane".

There are no disabled people. Only people who have met Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris once shot a German plane down with his finger, by yelling, "Bang!"

Chuck Norris likes to knit sweaters in his free time. And by "knit", I mean "kick", and by "sweaters", I mean "babies".

Chuck Norris doesn't understand why you should consult your doctor if your erection lasts for more than 4 hours. His erections have been known to last for up to 15 days.

The original theme song to the Transformers was actually "Chuck Norris--more than meets the eye, Chuck Norris--robot in disguise," and starred Chuck Norris as a Texas Ranger who defended the earth from drug-dealing Decepticons and could turn into a pick-up. This was far too much awesome for a single show, however, so it was divided into two.

Chuck Norris once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress.

When Chuck Norris sends in his taxes, he sends blank forms and includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack. Chuck Norris has not had to pay taxes. Ever.

If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two seconds till." After you ask, "Two seconds to what?" he roundhouse kicks you in the face.

Filming on location for Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris brought a stillborn baby lamb back to life by giving it a prolonged beard rub. Shortly after the farm animal sprang back to life and a crowd had gathered, Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked the animal, breaking its neck, to remind the crew once more that the good Chuck giveth, and the good Chuck, he taketh away.

Since 1940, the year Chuck Norris was born, roundhouse kick related deaths have increased 13,000 percent.

Chuck Norris has recently changed his middle name to "Fucking."

There is no chin behind Chuck Norris' beard. There is only another fist.

There are two kinds of people in this world: people who suck, and Chuck Norris.

In the movie "Back to the Future" they used Chuck Norris' Delorean to go back into time and into the future. When they gave it back to him with a scratch on it he was angry and roundhouse kicked Michael J. Fox, which years later they discovered is the cause of Parkinson's disease.

Chuck Norris spends his Saturdays climbing mountains and meditating in peaceful solitude. Sundays are for oral sex, KFC and Tequila.

Chuck Norris always has sex on the first date. Always. The only time he didn't was in 1941, otherwise known as the beginning of the Holocaust.

Crop circles are Chuck Norris's way of telling the world that sometimes corn needs to lie the fuck down!

There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Chuck Norris allows to live.

Chuck Norris once walked down the street with a massive erection. There were no survivors.

In an average living room there are 1,242 objects Chuck Norris could use to kill you, including the room itself.

Chuck Norris has two speeds: walk and kill.

Chuck Norris is the only man to ever defeat a brick wall in a game of tennis.

When Chuck Norris was born, the nurse said, "Holy crap! That's Chuck Norris!" Then she had had sex with him. At that point, she was the third girl he had slept with.

It takes Chuck Norris 20 minutes to watch 60 Minutes.

Chuck Norris is not lactose intolerant, he just refuses to put up with lactose's shit.

Chuck Norris can divide by zero.

When Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn't lifting himself up, he's pushing the Earth down.

Ahh the Programming Life...

2005-11-23T15:02:00.000-08:00

Projects. So. Many. Projects. Too. Little. Time.

And that sentence above will basically summarise this post for those of you too lazy to read (I'm looking at you Lazy Mc Lazerson!)

Second year software development. You gotta love it. Like a wart on the ass. Oh yes. A wart on the ass. Earlier today I handed up the first of my C++ projects, which I spent a lot of time coding. So much time, in fact, that I started to analyse everything through code. cin >> teabag; if(water!=hot) turn on kettle. cout << lovely tea. Gah. It sucks. Like a leech. A leech on LSD. Ohhh yeaahh.

To give you an impression of how much time I spent coding; yesterday I woke up at 8am, started coding at 8:30am, and eventually gave up at 2:30 am; my brain frazzled, my head sore, and my hands cramping from so much typing. Bugger.

And now tonight I should be coding my qbasic project, but I really do think that its a bad idea.. I think it would be the same effect as speaking french during an irish oral (which I know we've all done at some point during Secondary School!) That and if I look at any type of coding whatsoever, I really do think that my laptop would be out the window, which would be unfortunate for whoever manages to be stuck underneath.

I really think I should go to bed now and let my mind wander. Wander, mind, wander!

Adios!

Kids.. Everywhere.. Popcorn.. Everywhere

2005-11-19T13:20:00.000-08:00

Managers... Everywhere.

Yes. Harry Potter was released. Oh joy. So today, I faced my full day of screaming kids, running kids (me shouting, "slow down, slow down! Its not a race - though the small one in the front is winning"), and kids throwing popcorn at each other.

I started at 11, I was walking towards the cashoffice and i heard the voices from the box office.. not a good sign, not a good sign at all. I got into the cashoffice, asked the manager, Seamus, what it was like today, and he pointed at the monitors for the security cameras. Woah Nelly. People.. Everywhere. Like a river. A river of people. With money. And tickets. And children. Lots of children. I get my till, go down to the bar and get myself sorted.. and .. leave the bar straight away.

We had to go in and clean the screens that had harry potter (screen 7, 8, 9 and 6) in it. Each and every single one of them looked like it was nuked with bombs.. full of popcorn. Popcorn everywhere. So we go in, clean the screens (there were 3 floorstaff, 5 cleaners, and every manager including the person who owns the building's daughter. Now, I dont know if anyone else feels the same, but theres such a great feeling seeing a manager doing the same work as ye. Something very satisfying about it!) and out again. Pull back the bariers going into the screens and hey presto, off they run. It reminded me so much as a cattle mart, parading the kids around shouting, "how much for this fat one here?" (minus the parading, and minus the trading of money for 'em.. of course.. there's something slightly.. er.. illegal about that for some bizzare reason).

So I finished at 6, chatted to one of the Spanish girls for a while, Sandra, gleefully bought my usual fix of pix-n-mix (mmm fizziness), and cycled home. Which brings me to here, as I sit looking at the screen, realising how fucked I am with every project I have, but also knowing Im not going to do a single thing tonight, bar having a shower at some point.

Mmmm. Chocolate.

New Post (Wow!)

2005-11-09T11:53:00.000-08:00

Yes, this is my first post in quite a while, hasn't it? Uh huh. Thats right. I'm making a guest appearance.. better recognise, foo'! Whilst browsing through the other blogs, I noticed that sean has reffered to me as the new google.. why that is, I dont know - search me! Bada Bum Tish!

Well, I guess its time for a rant about something-or-other. Its been a while baby!

Doctors.

Yes. I hate Doctors.

You go to a doctor, tell them your back is sore. What do they do? They poke you, prod you, tap you, look thoughtfully at your back, rub their chin and say, "yes, its sore". No shit! I just paid you money so you can tell me something I already know. Thats like getting someone to look at your penis and go, "yes, you're a man" and then putting 20euro in their pocket. Seriously. Whats the point. If that all it takes to become a doctor then, shit, I'd make a kick-ass one. Someone comes into me, tells me their arm is broken- so I touch it, I slap it, I bend it in ways it was never able to bend, then I stand back, look thoughtful and say, "Well, its broken now anyways."

But it gets worse. Do Doctors learn how to get their handwriting so bad. I have to get physio on my back, and so the doctor wrote a letter to the hospital where I will be getting it. So, me being the nosey fucker I am, took out the letter and read it. Well, I didnt read it, more tried to decypher it. And from what I could decypher he wrote: "Much wanking unhappy thoughts blood something". What that has to do with my back is beyond me. Least thats what I think it said.

Would You Like to Bomb Iran?

2005-10-24T15:25:00.000-07:00

Once again, taken from the Maddox website- maddox.xmission.com

I'm Saddam.
Saddam I am.

I do not like you,
Uncle Sam.

Would you like
to bomb Iran?

We'll sell you weapons,
despite the ban.

I would not like to bomb Iran!
Praise be to Allah, and Koran!

Those weapons are
against convention...

Nevermind Geneva,
pay no attention!

We hate Iran,
it's our contention.
We have no qualm,
no apprehension!

I'll give this task
to Ibrahim.
He'll make a plan!
He'll plot a scheme!

Business as usual
with your regime

My inner circle
is full of turds.
Is it any surprise
that we'd gas the Kurds?

We knew you gassed them
in '88.
We weren't concerned
'til you raided Kuwait.

You caused my invasion
to be abated,
I'm now on
your list of
most hated.

Alright, you win
I'll withdraw.
I'll also kill
my son-in-law.

With so little blood
spilled on
your soil,
your plot was much
too easy to foil.

Could this war
have been for
oil?

What is this sound?
What is this treason?

Don't mind me,
I'm the voice
of reason.

Now you've started
another war,
in time for
the election of
2004.

We won this war
without a hitch!

You hippies have
no right to bitch!

But won't this war
make Bechtel rich?

Who would you
hire to repair
Iraq?
Germany? Russia?
Or Jacques Chirac?

This debate is
tedious and may
go on forever.

To document it
in rhyme
is a tremendous
endeavor.

Perhaps it's best
to let it die.

Justification is
in the
beholder's eye.

What will
the media report
without a war?

Real news is such
a dreadful chore.

Shark attacks,
SARS, invasion
from Mars.

Terrorism,
sports cars, and
Hollywood stars.

Until we declare
war on
North Korea,
we'll have to
settle for this
journalistic
diarrhea

This discourse
could go on, but
what's the use?

It's just a tribute
to Dr. Seuss

And Now For Something Completely Different--

2005-10-15T07:54:00.000-07:00

Lately I have noticed that my blogg has contained nothing but whining, and moaning from me. And that has how my life been at the moment. So, now, I feel the urge to post something a bit different. Recently I have been spending quite alot of time reading The Best Page in the Universe (http://maddox.xmission.com/). This guy is simply amazing with what he comes out with, and is extremely funny to read on occasions (be sure to check out his replies to the hate-mail he recieves!)

So here's an article he wrote entitled "I just wanted a video game, not eternal damnation in hell." Now, at this point I want to say the fact that I am not taking any credit for anything here, I am merely posting it for those to enjoy it too. (just in case he happens to come across this blogg :P )

* * * * *

	Titles rated M (Mature) have content that may be suitable for persons of age 17 and older.

So I was sitting around the other day, playing "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas," when suddenly I received an email with an attachment called "hot coffee mod." So I did what I always do when I get programs from strangers in my email: I ran it.

Then I went back to playing the game and didn't notice anything different, except for when I took my in-game girlfriend back home, she now asks "how about a little coffee?" Naturally I got excited, because I was expecting to see a scene with the protagonist, Carl, and his girlfriend, Denise, sipping a tall cup of joe and discussing the finer points of globalization and how cultural distinction will shape future generations. Instead, I was shocked to learn that Denise wasn't talking about a delicious beverage made from roasted beans, but what she was really talking about was SEXUAL INTERCOURSE.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought there was some mistake, this couldn't be the family-friendly carjacking game I thought I knew. Maybe Denise changed into an outfit that just happened to look like the bust of a naked woman. I watched the scene over and over again, carefully analyzing every pixel, but the conclusion was inescapable: Denise was in fact nude. Or at least had a skin colored texture applied to the surface area primitive of her character's model. To prove it, I took a screen capture of the right nipple texture, and enlarged it to show that the game does in fact contain nudity: ***** Note from me: to view the pictures, please go to the actual URL of the site http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=ticket_to_hell) *****

The creator of the game, Rockstar Games, has stated that it will offer a downloadable patch to fix the sex issue in the PC versions, and is working on a new version of the game that will prevent this content from being unlocked in the future.

Thank God. I'll be the first person to download and patch my PC version of "Grand Theft Auto." I want to shoot people in the face, bang prostitutes, traffic drugs, steal cars, and terrorize police officers without this filthy smut in my game. Frankly, I'm appalled that Rockstar would allow such wholesale corruption of our youth. Years from now when America has become a withered husk of the morality it once stood for, historians will look back at what triggered it all and point to one event: a boolean variable that unlocked a simulated sex scene in a video game.

The game is now being taken off the shelves all over the country and re-labeled with an "AO" rating. This is much stricter than the "M" rating the game originally received. According to the ESRB website:

	Titles rated M (Mature) have content that may be suitable for persons of age 17 and older.
As opposed to the stricter AO rating:
	Titles rated AO (Adults Only) have content that should only be played by persons 18 years and older.

What pisses me off more than anything is that I paid for a game rated for 17 year olds, or possibly 17 and 1/2 year olds, tops. What I got was a game rated for 18 year olds instead. I must warn you that if you're easily offended, please shield your eyes from what I'm about to unveil to you:

A woman clearly in a heightened state of arousal.

I think it's only fitting for Rockstar Games to go out of business, and all the programmers lose their jobs over this. God bless Hillary Clinton for allocating tax money to have federal regulators investigate "the source of this content," because if she hadn't, consumers might have to go through the trouble of reading the label on the cover of the box.

I'm Falling Apart :(

2005-10-11T14:21:00.000-07:00

Yes, thats right. Lately I appear to be falling apart. Slowly. Both mentally and physically. And I have to say that it is scaring me.

Firstly; my heart is messed up. As I have said in a previous post, I get racing heart beats for no reason whatsoever. And the doctors haven't been able to find a cause for it either. I wish that someday they will catch it, and go "AHA! thats whats wrong. We can fix that". Even if it's something major, which, I hope to god, it wont be. But, if it is something major, and least then I will be able to put a name to what is wrong with me. That, for me, is a form of closure, if you will.

Secondly; my body is screwed up. My back and neck have both been giving major problems for me as well. Once again, as I have said in a previous post, my back has basically gone out from me. They say you know you're getting old when your back goes out more than you do. I guess that means I'm getting old then.

Thirdly; a few things have been getting to me way too easily. I don't know why this is, but lately I can't relax. Everyone has been telling me that I am overthinking things, and they are right. I am. But I can't stop. I wish I could, but I really can't. And I apologise for that. I really have to apologise to both David and Sean, but I have to thank them for not giving up on me.. yet. It's good to know that I have such great friends! It really is. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul. Like I have said, things have been getting to me wayy too easily. I know these things are stupid, and I keep telling myself that. But somewhere between my mouth, and my brain, something goes ary. Something doesn't get processed.

These things together are beginning to make me ... not feel the best. And I get stressed. And all the problems get worse. Much worse. I wish I could find a cure for it, a cure that will help me relax-- a cure that does not invovle drugs, of course. Drugs. Are. Bad. Say. No. To. Drugs. Course if you do in fact say anything to drugs, that might be a bit weird. Sort of like talking to a brick wall, but this time its an ecstacy tablet. Indeed.

Well adios amigos

Just Speaking my Mind

2005-10-10T14:38:00.000-07:00

Yes. It's been a while since I've spoken whats been on my mind. Well, not really a long time. But you get the idea, right.

Life has been very up and down lately. I'd have moments where everything is going fine and dandy, and them bam! something comes along to screw it up somewhat. Take my back for example. Please. I need a new one. Anyways, I was in work bout 2 weeks ago, and it suddenly felt as if a vice had been placed around my hips, and that somebody was tightning it slowly, the focal point of it being my lower back. So I call in sick for a few days, go to the doctor, and get given these pills, told that "if your back isn't any better, come back" and sent on my way. So I take my pills, go back to work on Sunday.
My back had been hurting me all day. And it was a busy day too. Damned Wallace and Gromit. Between 11-7 we took in about 1,000 tickets. 600 of these were for Wallace and Gromit alone. And they were all kids. Loud kids. Messy kids. Bastarding kids! So we were in cleaning out the screen for the next movie to begin. My back is killing my, majorilly, and yet I keep working. I bend over to pick up a brush and I know somethings wrong. I begin to straighten up and, oh christ, it hits me. The pain was so fierce I basically collapsed back into a chair. But I kept working.
I was supposed to be working today, but I decided not to go in.. I didn't want to risk it again. The pain was so bad.

I think that this year is going to be a good year though nonetheless. I am getting closer with the people in my course now. And I think we are becoming a fairly tightly-knit group of people, a family away from home. Well, thats the way it seems to me anyway. I'm not feeling as lonely as I did during the summer, which is a good thing. You can be damned sure about that. Anyways I should go to bed. It's 10:45pm, I have to be up for the day of the doubles *cue lightning flahses and thunder and the ominous look of someones eyes*

Goodnight and pleasant dreams y'all.

Road Trip!

2005-10-07T09:14:00.000-07:00

Yes, thats right my friends. I plan on doing a Roadtrip to Donegal. I aim to find the quaint little town of Muff. Yes, thats right. Muff.

It has now become my goal to find out for myself if there is a Diving School there. And I want to find this sign: http://taint.org/saved/2004/Eoin-Muff.jpg. James, my brother, does scuba diving as part of his course in college, Marine Biology. I would love to wear his diving gear, and stand beside that town. Hell. Yeah.

If you do want to come with me, post a comment here and I'll see what happens.

I've Got Bags Under my Eyes--

2005-09-18T14:30:00.000-07:00

-- the size of suitcases!

Yes, I'm tired.

Very tired.

So tired, in fact, that I'm, well, too tired to think of anything funny to say.

Work has been really draining lately. On Friday I worked 7pm-3am.. nothing exciting or eventful happened. Just a boring enough day. Didn't get home 'til 3:30 and I was woken up by the couple sharing the apartment with me having an arguement. She was calling him an idiot. I could hear the sound of a suicase being dragged across the floor with him following, "Don't leave! Don't leave! I can change".

On Saturday I was working 5:30pm-2am. It was my first night on the foodstalls and I was panicking. For those not sure why I was picture it this way; I have never been on a till before, I've never had to serve customers like that before. I was given my float, my hat and told, "theres your till, sign on". No training. No walkthrough. Nothing. Just pressing random buttons and hoping it doesnt self destruct.

It was a very eventful night though; I was serving someone popcorn when all I could hear was the beep beep beep noise beside me. I looked at it, and there was this red light flashing. It was the fire-alarm in the foodstall. The popcorn-cooking-thingy was smoking, even though the extractor fan was on. The beeping in the stall kept going, so we tried getting rid of the smoke. There were 4 of us in total trying to do that. A minute later all we heard was a beeping everywhere. The whole cinema's fire-alarm had gone off; the metal shutters began to.. uh .. shut, the projections stopped working, the fire-brigade were alerted. We stood there looking at each other thinking "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit". Thankfully Seamus, the manager, managed to get into control before everything shut down totally.

Saturdays are the busiest nights, and I kept thinking I was making mistakes. I was constantly on the phone to the manager saying, "Uh.. Seamus.. I think I made a mistake". I think he got so annoyed that the next thing I knew there was someone down to me, telling me to log off, bring my float up to the cash-office and let someone else on my til.
Oh crap, I was panicking going up to the cash-office. I thought my til would have been a couple hundred euro over, or under. But he did his checks, counted the money, weighed the coins. I was only 70cent over. Holy christ, was I relieved!

When he had finished counting the money, he allowed me to go back down and work on the floor. I was thankful and really happy.. believe me.

Anyways, its 10:42, I'm up at 8:30, so I need my sleep.

Goodnight

Oh I've Found a Job

2005-09-13T10:47:00.000-07:00

And yes, it does not involve me cutting any logs. Thankfully.

Friday two weeks ago I decided that, for the sake of it, I would hand a CV into the Eye Cinema. On that Sunday I had a phonecall from the Eye asking me if I could come in on the Monday for an interview. So I went in for my interview, did a fierce amount of shit-talking, and on last Tuesday they rang me asking me to come back Thursday for training (which mainly consisted of walking around the billions of emergency exits they have, and now I also know how to make cappuchinos and lattes!). On Saturday I had my first proper day of work. So, long story short, in the space of a week I had a job, which isn't all that bad I suppose!

So far I've been working on the floor; taking peoples tickets, keeping an eye on people, and general niceness to customers - "Hi. You're in Screen 1. Straight ahead and first on the left. Enjoy your movie". What makes it even cooler is that I'm given a walkie-talkie. Yes! A walkie-talkie! So far I have yet to say "10-bravo we have a code 29-22-30. I repeat 29-22-30", but I probably will one of this days.

Also, in other News, I moved out of home yesterday. I am now residing in Gleann na Ri Apartment 149. In case ye didn't get that the first time around I repeat - Gleann na Ri Apartment 149!

Roger Wilco.

Over and Out

Oh Find Me a Job--

2005-08-27T10:54:00.000-07:00

-- Where I don't have to cut log.. (or something)

Yes, Bloggers and Bloggerettes, the summer is coming to an end *cue the cheers* and Danny is in dire need of a job. I am planning on going out into the bad, bad world of handing out cvs in Galway next week. As much as I hate, and as much as I feel like a fool handing them out, I have to. My parents have said that if I find a job, they'll pay the deposit of wherever I move into. Which is pretty sweet as you can imagine!

Not only that but I have to track down a house too. I really wish house-hunting involved a rifle or something, that would be awesome(Oh holy christ, I said awesome. Quick, someone shoot me!) I really need to find one, because the house is like a km or 2 from the bus-stop(which is also the Cathedral) and I have no bike. Even if I had a bike, I wouldn't leave it anywhere in Tuam. I'd be lucky to come back to just a wheel! Friggin' bastards, shoot them all!

But even if I lived closer to the Cathedral, I would move out. I hate getting that bloody bus every morning to college, and ever night back. Its sooo.. draining. And totally boring. Theres nothing to do but listen to whatever shit dj the bus driver is listening to on the radio. All old-people should be gathered up and taught how to be cool! Note to self: Start up Cool-schools .. no wait .. Kewl Skewls!

Actual Warnings Given by US Military --

2005-08-21T05:55:00.000-07:00

-- to its troops:

"Aim towards the enemy."
Instruction printed on US Rocket Launcher.

"When the pin is pulled, Mr Grenade is not our friend."
US Marine Corps.

"Cluster bombing from B-52s is very, very accurate. The bombs are guaranteed to always hit the ground."
USAF Ammo Troop.

"If the enemy is in range, so are you."
Infantry Journal.

"A slipping gear could let your M203 grenade launcher fire when you least expect it. That would make you quite unpopular in what is left of your unit."
Army's magazine of preventive maintenance.

"It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed."
U.S. Air Force Manual.

"Try to look unimportant; they may be low on ammo."
Infantry Journal.

"Tracers work both ways."
US Army Ordnance.

"Five-second fuses only last three seconds."
Infantry Journal.

"Any ship can be a minesweeper... once."
Anon.

"Do not draw fire; it irritates the people around you."
Your comrades.

"If you see a bomb technician running, try to keep up with him."
USAF Ammo Troop.

Crazy Japanese Sign

2005-08-19T02:28:00.000-07:00

I am an Idiot

2005-08-14T13:26:00.000-07:00

I am an idiot.. again.

Once more I put my trust into someone, only to have it thrust back into my face.

Why do people keep doing this to me? Are they seriously trying to destroy me from the inside out? I feel so frustrated with everything lately, my lack of doing anything, my heart, my friends, and my family situation is just getting worse and worse.

There was a big arguement last night. I was upstairs but I could hear it through the floorboards.

My dad had come home from the pub drunk again. Sarah (my sister) and Mum were in the kitchen. My room is right above there.I dont know what happened to start things off, but I could hear them talking with raised voices. They were talking about Sarahs anorexcia. Mum and Dad think she should go back to the hospital, Sarah thinks they want her out of their sight. She said this to them. My mum didnt like it. She cried. And shouted. Then I could hear Sarah crying. Dad stayed quiet, he rarely cries.. in fact I think I've only seen and/or heard him cry once.

The shouting continued before it stopped. There was a knock on my door, it was my mum. She was still crying. Her eyes were blood-shot and drenched in tears. She wanted an escape, and used my room for it. She wanted something to bring her back down to Earth, and I was that something. I was her something Normal to cheer her up. I just talked normally and that seemed to calm her down.

Sarah went off on the mopede but came back shortly later.

Today was bad, Sarah ignored everyone. Dinner time was tough. She just sat there with her face covered by her hands, playing with her food. She ate a few things. Im not sure how much 'cause I just had to leave.

Jesus -- Lol's? Part Two

2005-08-09T11:44:00.000-07:00

Jesus -- Lol's?

2005-08-09T03:04:00.000-07:00

The Buffalo Theory

2005-08-04T07:52:00.000-07:00

Taken from Cheers

"Well, you see Norm .. it's like this- a herd of Buffalo can only move as fast as its slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the lowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as its slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills braincells. But naturally, it kills the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer elinimates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more effecient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers"

Theres Grey Clouds in the Horrizon--

2005-07-29T14:59:00.000-07:00

-- and Storm Clouds in my Head.

That's right Bloggers and Bloggerettes, another rant and rave from me, your friendly neighbour.. ranter. My life sucks. Really it does. I wake up every single morning and I just think, "Oh, another day of doing nothing.. again." I mean theres absolutely nothing for me to do and the boredom is getting to me so much. My god it's getting to me. I mean you have no idea how bad it is at the moment.. I don't know anybody in Tuam.. I don't want to know anybody in Tuam.. I don't want to stay in Tuam, but I am broke, and with no job prospect on the horrizon, things are looking ... well ... bleak.

I can't go into Galway either, because there's nobody there to meet up with. Everybody I know is working, and those that are free aren't willing to meet up with me for some reason, which I can't comprehend. I don't think I've done anything wrong to them. If I have, I apologise completely, as whatever I did do, it wasn't intentional.

I need to get away from here. I need to get somewhere else just so I can try and figure out what in the name of God I want to do with myself. Because right now I just don't know. I really don't. Everyday I try and figure it out but I can't. I really can't.

It's sorta funny though.. people keep telling me what they want to do with their lives, and they ask me the same question. But I can never reply. I guess the main reason I can't reply is that I could never picture myself getting this far. I'm probably the only person I know that was surprised to reach 20.

I have no goals in life, I have no ambitions I want to fulfill.. I have nothing. The only thing I do have is the knowledge that whatever tomorrow brings, I'm just not going to be ready for it.

[end rant]

Oh the Wirelss Life...

2005-07-28T03:01:00.000-07:00

Finally!

I got wireless broadband working. And all it took was a phonecall, and a slightly embarasing visit from Eircom.
"Do you have the bits that came with the box?"
"Er.. bits .. box?"
"The filters that came with the broadband box"
"Uh.. no.. i wasnt here when they got it"

Blah blah blah, the dude basically treated me like some immature kid. I finally reach 20, only to be pushed back to 5 by some wanker in a jumpsuit.

Ok so, enough about Eircom. How has my summer been?

In one word: Boring

In two words: Very boring

I spent the whole year imagining how kick-ass this house would be, and thinking of all the parties im going to hold. Now, don't get me wrong, this house is cool.. but as for the parties .. well .. let me put it this way: I've only been out once this whole summer, and on that night I was too tired to enjoy myself. But such is life I suppose.

I haven't even got a job yet, but to tell the truth I don't really want to get one. I've gotten so used to sitting out by the river and just relaxing that the mere thought of a job makes me feel ill. I know that may make me sound extremely lazy.. but I guess I am just that; lazy!

I should've Known ...

2005-07-21T10:26:00.000-07:00

Random Things --

2005-07-20T10:59:00.000-07:00

-- From a Random Person

Anatidaephobia the fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you

What is Your Super Power?

2005-07-18T06:00:00.000-07:00

http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Power%20is%20Compatible%20With%20You%3F

Your power is: Clairvoyance

Explanation: Your power is that you can
look into the future and see what is coming.
How far and long you can look is all depending
on your skill level. This can, as all powers,
be used in both evil and good. Even if it may
seem like a boring ability it is a huge
responsibility for the carrier, becase they are
constantly tempted with doing the wrongs deeds
(e.g. cheat on a test). It takes high morals to
not be brought down with it.
Therefor you fit with this power quite well.
You take responsibility and do what is the
right thing to do. This does not make you a
saint, since you're only human after all. But
it makes a trustworthy person and you are loyal
to camrades and/or team mates. In school you
were probably a good student. If you were
social varies from person to person, but most
clairvoyant people tend to prefer their own
company or that of close friends and family.
That is because you are wise and knows how to
treasure the reliable in your life, since you
know popularity can be a false element. You are
also not that big on taking risks and prefer
what is already explored. That is because you
don't like suprises, they can turn out bad and
then you won't be in control.
Negative aspects: Since you're always
doing the right thing and being trustworthy all
the time you can become frustrated. Also, all
that you carry on your shoulders may stress you
out. You need to relax to be in good mental
shape

Life Through Dial-up

2005-07-13T13:46:00.000-07:00

I hate Dial-Up!

I mean I REALLY hate Dial-Up!

I hate Dial-Up nearly as much as I hate a wart on my arse .. and believe me I hate warts on my arse! (note: I don't have a wart on my arse..)

But Im stuck on dial-up.. why? Because the lazy bastarding .. bastards eircom are too god damn useless to come out and fix the friggin thing. Oh yeah, by the way.. I love Eircom. I mean cant you just feel the love radiating from me like nuclear waste? Oh yes. Nuclear Waste.

Its kind of weird to think that i havent been online for nearly two months. And believe me when I say that it's been a feckin long and annoying two months too! I mean I was starting to get withdrawl symptoms there for a while.. I really do think im going bald .. oh wait no.. thats just a receeding hairline.. *phew*

On the 21st of May I moved home into Grandgate (cool name for a house, huh?) And since then I have gone crazy twice. That damn leprachaun is still telling me to set fire to my chest hair. Why my chest hair I don't know. Maybe he wants it for a wig ('cause all leprachauns are bald, of course)
Don't get me wrong though, this is one hell of a house. And I've got a pretty sweet set-up too; with the computer (with broadband whenever we get it working *ahem*) and a tv with sky digital. Not too bad.. not too bad. And my parents are getting kinda cool too.. my mam bought a cool car recently.. a hyundai coupee and believe me.. its a babe magnet. Well at least it would be if my mam wasn't in the car with me ..

News Update .. Dooo Dooo Dooo

2005-05-22T12:34:00.000-07:00

Ok so, thought I might update everyone on whats going on lately .. so lets get started, shall we?

My exams finished on Thursday. Haleh-fuckin-lujah! Im free! As free as a currently unemployed .. eh .. bum .. can be anyways!

But, wait, that may be sorted!

On Saturday I finally got off my fat arse and handed a cv into argos. Aros. Of all places. Apparently they pay well ... so ... hopefully they'll give me an aul ding-a-ling and give me a job! Well, I'm hoping so anyways!

Now... here comes the biggest news... dun dun DDDUNNN!!!

That evening I moved home. Yes. I moved home. BUT to a new home. Bringing it to a grand total of 3, uh huh you heard me, 3 times I've moved in 1 week. I've moved out of the Meadows, out of Lurgan Park and finally into Gardenfield. Fairly impressive, huh?

There's one downside, of course. The broadband doesn't work. Bollox bollox bollox bollox. Right now I am in the Meadows on the internet, as we have neither a computer or anything that even resembles the internet... perhaps maybe a fishing net..

Women are .. Confusing..

2005-05-16T02:27:00.000-07:00

Uh huh, as the title suggests, I believe that women are single-handely the most confusing thing on the Earth. Once you think you've them figured out, that you understand them fully, something comes along and kicks you square in the groin. And boy does it hurt. Like Hell.

What is it about them that makes them so confusing? Well, everything. They give out these "signals" and when you don't understand what they mean, they get all mad. Jesus christ woman, I'm not a damned mind-reader! Eh .. anyways .. carrying on ...

There's this girl I have a thing for. Holyjesusfuck is she gorgeous; straight blonde hair, lovely face, amazing smile. The problem? I haven't got the guts to go up and talk to her. I have this week to talk to her, and I plan on.. go me!

My Dog - the SUPERDOG

2005-05-15T05:16:00.000-07:00

Right Bloggers and Bloggerettes, Ive decided to dedicate this blog to Sammy, my SUPERDOG!

What Makes Him a SuperDog? I hear you cry.

Well.. there is a bitch-in-heat nearby. And my dog disappears most nights and comes back in the morning looking very tired and with a slightly guilty look on his face.

But what makes him a SuperDog, I hear you ask.

Well, he is 12 years old, making him 84 in human/dog years (however that works). He is a very small dog, being only about 2 foot tall from tail-to-head when he's sitting. Normally he wouldn't stand higher than the dogs he goes for knees (if they had knees that is.)

Not very impressive, you may say. Add to this the fact that he has 1, yes only 1, back leg.

Now, look at it in human terms: a 1 legged, midget OAP having sex with a giant and yes, you may realise why I think my dog is a SuperDog.

Exams ... Suck on it!

2005-05-09T03:23:00.000-07:00

Yeah, Im doing my summer exams at the moment. I have 5 altogether; Computer Technology, Maths, Program Development, German and Business Administration. I should be studying. But what am I doing? Playing VC poker with a few other lads.

My exams started on Friday with Com. Tech. and I gotta admit, I was freaking. Now, I don't normally freak out with exams but this one was doing my head in. And to make it worse, i looked at last years exam papers and holy crap, I hadn't a clue about anything. But, I went in there, sat down (with my mascots:P) did the exam and came out laughing. I think it was hysteria mostly. I have to admit, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been.

Tomorrow I have Bus. Admin. and the last time I went to a class was on the 20/2. Heh:) So Im missing the majority of the notes that are apparently coming up on the exam. Wahey. Go me! I know that Com. Tech. and Bus. Admin. are going to be my weaker exam results.. but I'm hoping to bring it up with German and Maths. So we shall see, we shall see. Thankfully I'm finished on the 19th so not too long yet:)

Oooo More General Musings

2005-04-30T05:46:00.000-07:00

Inspiration hits you like a bird crapping on your shoulder. You never expect it, and when it does happen it leaves a mess afterwards. Yet the difference between inspiration and a bird crapping on your shoulder is that you feel slightly exhilirated when insipration does grab you. Usually I'm just annoyed after a bird craps on me, as most people would be I presume. Ok, so maybe I can't get inspiration for stories, but I can get inspiration for writing pointless things in my blog (as per usual).

Lately I've been getting seriously into the Polyphonic Spree's music. They're a breath of fresh air with their uplifting music and lyrics. So far I've downloaded a couple of their songs, yet by what I've heard I'm seriously liking their style!

I asked my mum earlier when we're moving out of this house, and she said that we'll be moving out friday week. Wahey! And that means that we'll be moving into our new house! WOOHOO!! Now, if anyone is around on the 21st of June I am thinking about having a party at the house. I'm having this party 'cause I'll be 20 on that date. Holy christ. Me. 20. I just can't imagine it for some reason. I feel like I should be 16 years old, and not 20. It's odd.

My exams start on Friday. I'm screwed. I've developed the same attitude neddy has towards them. I really can't give a crap anymore. Yet I'm going to do exactly what I did during the leaving and study my arse off the week before the exams (namely this week.. wahey!)

.... thoughts ....

2005-04-27T05:11:00.000-07:00

I have come to a stalemate. Nothing new has happened to me .. in years ... nothing has changed. Things are beginning to get slightly boring, I am stuck with the same hum-drum routine day in, day out. I need something new. I need a revelation. I need a change!! I know that lately I have been doing nothing but complaining on these blogs and I apologise to whomever actually reads this pile of smoking trash. Just lately thing have been tough for me and I've just been so drained. And yet, for some reason, I haven't been sleeping well at night. Waking up in the middle of the night and then, for some reason unknown to me, waking up at the exact same time every morning. 7:32 am. I don't know what it is about that time. I can't understand why I always wake up at that exact damn time.

End

Aidan gave me V is for Vendetta last night. HolyJesusGodFuck it's incredible. I couldn't stop reading it last night and had to force myself to put it down so I would actually go into college this morning. I'm not going to read it until tonight so I can finish this. So, if Aidan does read this, I'll have it in for ya tomorrow:)

General Boredom

2005-04-25T06:29:00.000-07:00

I have nothing interesting to talk about. So much so that I have decided to talk about all the non-interesting things on my blog. I have been sick for the past weekend, which has sucked majorily. My temperature reached 100 and my attitude reached 0. I was a prick. Complete and utter prick. I had no control over it. Over the past few weeks I have been unable to get a proper nights sleep. For some bizzare reason I would wake up at about 5 in the morning, fall back to sleep and then re-awake at 7 and not be able to fall back to sleep. I'm not fully sure why it's been happening and have been considering taking sleeping pills.

Only yesterday did I discover that my very own brother, James, has created his own business. It's called "Import Galway" and as far as I know, he buys cars for fairly cheap and sells them on at a profit.

My heart --- it is a broken!

2005-04-20T04:27:00.000-07:00

I have a heart condition. Well at least I think I do, it hasn't been fully proven yet though. I get these palipatations where my heart basically goes 90 for absolutely no reason whatsoever. If you were to put your hand on my chest during one of these, your hand would move in and out. It gets to a point where everything starts to go kinda blurred, I get a ringing in my ears, and I feel dizzy. I've had two of these today. That's bad. Really bad. I've had palipatations for about two years, but its only been within the past couple of weeks that they've gotten worse and more frequent. I had one last night at about 4am. No reason for it whatsoever. I remember waking up and trying everything the doctors told me to do to slow it down, but failed miserably. It got to a point where I could swear I was having a heart attack. Eventually, after about half an hour, it stopped and went back to its normal pace. Once again it happened when I was sitting down enjoying the glorious sunshine. It just went insane. And once again nothing worked, so I decided to lie on my back and take DEEP breaths in. Thankfully that worked. I am currently waiting on an appointment with the hospital to get it checked out, though I have to admit that I am slightly worried about it. What if there was something seriously wrong?

Programming .. Program this!

2005-04-14T04:08:00.000-07:00

I have a programming assessment today. Im screwed. Plain and simple. She gave out the results of the last assessment we did and I got 5/15. not too bad you might think. But! but it brought down my overall mark by 4% from 51.11% to 47%. Well spank my arse and call it painful, wasn't that a great confidence boost for this exam. "Hey, here's your results, you failed. Failed miserably. Now do another assessment! mwua ha ha ha ha ha" (yes, she actually did a bit of a cackle).

I have to admit its funny. When going through the paper she was explaining that I had to ideas and that I was getting there. Bullshit:) I haven't the foggiest idea whats going on.. and if only she knew ...

I should be studying now. But I can't get my head around it. I should be doing something else now. But I'm too lazy. Ah screw it, life is good:)

Finally ..

2005-04-14T03:12:00.000-07:00

Hale-fuckin-lujah! My blogs is back, and all I had to do was to remove the counter.. I haven't got the foggiest idea why my blog was down like it was, but its sorted now.. so go me! . For the past week I have been coughing my guts out morning, day and night. I don't know why its been getting so bad though I have an idea that it has something to do with the house. Its so cold there now, due to the fact we have no oil (yet again). When Im lying in bed I can see my own breath. Its getting bad now. As of yet I have nothing to talk about so I shall do a new post when something comes to me

Decisions..Decisions..

2005-04-11T03:06:00.000-07:00

Its decision time bloggers and bloggerettes. I am currently faced with a few new decisions, which I have to make.

I am screwed in programming. For the past couple of weeks I haven't understood a single iota of whats been happening. Its been making me feel completely thick, and Ive come to realise that it is not what I want to do with my life. I don't want to be a programmer. and Im begininng to doubt the fact that I ever wanted to be a programmer. So now I have to decide whether or not I'll even bother going into second year, regardless of if i fail or not. Bugger.

I hate the way they've made programming so damned important. You fail programming in first year and, owh wait, you can't do a repeat exam in autumn, you have to repeat the whole damned year. I might as well just repeat the Leaving if thats the case.

So I have a choice; a: I can stick with it, in the hope of doing fairly well and moving over to the Business Applications course b: I can drop out of college, get a job during the day and do a nightcourse or c: give up on college, pursuing a career in something without it.

Bugger

Stages

2005-04-08T11:20:00.000-07:00

My life is in stages. Each stage is started off with a blank slate. I don’t know exactly when I started doing this but I have a feeling it started around my disastrous breakup with Maeve nearly three years ago.

Maeve, or UberBitch as I like to refer to her now, screwed up my life. She made me feel like the shit you found under your shoe, looked down on me and then she broke up with me. And UberBitch’s timing was perfect; just before the Leaving Certificate. Now, it was hard enough to deal with the Leaving Cert, and my parents practically breaking up but to then have her do all of this to me, oho, I was screwed. And secondary school wasn’t much help either. I was in a year of assholes, bastards and dickheads. Yet then the Leaving Cert was over; one stage finished.

As far as I can remember, I did nothing that summer; took it easy and hung out in Barna as much as possible. Which, in itself is a bad thing, seeing as how the only things to do there were to get stoned or drunk. Seeing as how I wasn’t much interested in either at the time (my attitude towards drink has changed since, but the one towards drugs shall never change) it wasn’t very good for me. So, come September, I decided it was time for me to get a job. And thus, another stage began; the “Dunnes” stage.

Working in Dunnes Stores was the best possible decision I took. It gave me an excuse to spend as little time as possible in Barna, yet also enabled me to lose contact with whatever friends I had from there. Now, like I said earlier, there were only two things to do in Barna, resulting in a young population of drunks and junkies. So it was in my best possible interest that I was to cut ties with each and every one of them, which I succeeded in doing.

I had the best time in Dunnes; I met brilliant people, had some brilliant times, and still have some of the greatest memories ever. Yet it got to a certain point where I couldn’t hack being made like shit anymore (John’s panic attacks were getting too much – Sean knows exactly what I mean) so I had to quit. Another stage over.

Thankfully I had managed to organize my quitting so that not only did I get my weeks pay, I got my week at hand and my two weeks holiday pay. I was happy. But not happy in Ireland. So I got my tickets, hopped on a plane, and went to America for the summer.

Now, I’m not entirely sure whether you can refer to two months in America as a “stage” but it certainly had an impact on my life. I went there by myself with the hope of spending the summer with brother. With the power of hindsight, I have realized that it would have been better if I had gone over with a few friends. It turned out when I got there that my brother had to work basically all day, thus going to bed early. I spent a lot of time by myself and grew incredibly lonely. Yet, through all this loneliness, I realized that my friends were and still are the most precious thing to me. They are what makes me who I am, and what keeps me going.

I came back to Ireland in August all happy, tanned and glad to be home (and thinner). My families had sold the house in Barna and are still renting a house in Tuam. We are currently building a new house. This is a new stage in my life, and it is still going. I have a feeling that this will be the most life-changing one by far. I shall let you all know how it goes when its over.

Thank you for listening

I highly recommend that EVERYBODY visits the link below.. its absolutely Hilarious!?!

Live Blogging- A first and Definately last date..

Goals to Improving Life

2005-04-02T06:06:00.000-08:00

Its time I set myself some goals to make things better, make me feel better etc. etc.

1: Get fit again
2: Get a haircut
3: Find myself a job
4: Start studying
5: Eat more
6: Stay inside less
7: Be there more for my friends
8: Finish first year of college (almost there)

I'll think up more later

Its a Boat! Its a Spaceship! ---

2005-04-01T07:19:00.000-08:00

-- No wait, its just a cardboard box.

I'm in my delirious stage bloggers and bloggerettes. The clock on the wall says 3:18 but in my head its party-time. Well at least it is in my head, I don't think the rest of my body would agree. I actually think that if I were to attempt to dance my hand would come alive and slap me senseless. It happens --

Last night was brilliant .. all alcohol and no sleep makes danny a -- something -- something -- And im sitting here now regretting every single one of those damn tequilas. Yes, I personally believe that tequilas are, in fact, the spawn of the devil. Which makes me wonder .. do the Mexicans know that? Oh the poor bastards! And I wonder if the French know that they are French.. I mean if I were French, I wouldn't call myself French. To me that would be an insult, like calling myself Louise.

A Few Simple Goals to Improving my Life:

1: Get more active
I need to start doing some exercise. That dreaded word that begins with e and end with e.. like envelope. I really do need to stop trailing off like that. Anyways, oh no, no more sitting around scratching my ass for me! I'm going to get up and do some jogging, or at least re-join the gym. Though I should probably get my heart checked out first ---

2: Less being random
I think its about time that I just stopped being as random as I am.. I think its funny, but hell, Im not entirely sure if other people think the same. Plus I don't really want a repeat of the whole cardboard box incident (see below) http://homepage.ntlworld.com/louis.bush/boney/Image1.jpg
I. Was. Sober. And it was a pretty crappy boat too, it would only go around in circles!

3: Enjoy Life More
From now on I'm not going to let anything get to me as much as they used to. This is the way I am, and so be it!

Excepts from "Ballad of Reading Gaol"

2005-03-31T07:28:00.000-08:00

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some healthful anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!

Right in we went,
with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.

----------------

With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From a leper in his lair.

And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the blackened beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.

And all the woe that moved him so
That he gave that bitter cry
,And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats,
None knew so well as I:
For he who live more lives than one
More deaths than one must die.

(.... just because i love that poem..
http://emotionalliteracyeducation.com/classic_books_online/rgaol10.htm if you want to read the whole thing)

Which Prisoners Call the Sky

2005-03-31T05:07:00.000-08:00

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Life is funny-----

-----It really is------

----You could be on top of the world one moment and then the next, something happens, which justs lands you right back where you had started. Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm the only one that is having these thoughts and maybe I am alone. I would like to think that I'm not. I. Am. Alone. It just doesn't sound right in my head, it just doesn't fit. I try and surround myself by people with every chance I can get, which is odd and slightly ironic. I find it best to communicate to people in small groups. In larger groups I go quiet and usually end up deep in thought about something completely different.

I can never explain why that happens, the only thing I know is that it happens. Maybe Im just not sociable. I just find that in smaller groups it is easier to have conversation.

The. Art. Of. Conversation. Is. Dead

People find it so hard to have a full indepth conversation anymore. Well, so it seems to me. I have not had a proper conversation with someone in months, if not years. Chatter is still alive, yes, but chatter isn't very fulfilling. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe the art of conversation is not dead, and maybe it's just me. I don't know

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.

Ladies and Gentlemen ...

2005-03-26T11:10:00.000-08:00

... We are floating through space.

Thats right fellow Bloggers and Bloggerettes, its random ranting and raving time again and buckle up now y'hear? Its going to be a bumpy ride!

Now .. what are we going to discuss first today children .. ah .. how about .. confidence?

First off let me establish this; I am not a very confident person at the best of times. Not entirely sure why, but it just comes out that way. I actually think of myself as being slightly shy sometimes.

Lately I have been thinking about confidence and trying to figure out what being confident actually means and what it entails. And my thoughts have brought me to these assumptions:

Confidence is the ability to not think about your actions. What does that mean? Well look at it from this point of view. If you are talking to a girl (or a guy as the case may be) you're constantly thinking about what to say, and this thinking leads you to a few different things; what is it that you're talking about and what are the rammifications of these things? Now, as you think these things you begin to doubt yourself .. and what happens then? Yes .. you're right .. you begin to lose confidence.

So by saying this, is it possible to not think about what you are doing, and by doing so become confident? But is it possible to turn off ones brain long enough to actually accomplish this?

Aha, now thinking about confidence brings up another issue.. why is it that I want to be liked by everyone?

I don't know why but lately I have been getting the impression that a few people dont like me too much. Now, as far as I know I have not given anyone any reasons to not like me; I have been a nice guy to everyone, Ive been trying my best to get on everyone's good side.

For some bizzare reason when I get the impression that someone doesn't like me, I always want to turn them, to convert them to Dannyism as it were. Why? Because I believe that the world as a whole is a terrible place to live. And its just good if we have people there who like us and get on well with us. It makes everything just that bit more bareable. If I have insulted anyone in any way, shape or form, I want to apologise here and now. It was never intended and I hope that we can get on better.

And now for absolutely no reason at all, here's the song that opened this blog:

Ladies and Gentlemen we are floating through Space
by
Spiritualized

All I want in life's a little bit of love to take the pain away
Getting strong today, a giant step each day
I've been told only fools rush in, only fools rush in
But I don't believe, I don't believe-
I could still fall in lovewith you
I will love you till I die,
and I will love you all the time
So please put your sweet hand in mine,
and float in space anddrift in time
All my time until I die,
we'll float in space just you and I
So please put your sweet hand in mine,
and float in space anddrift in time
I'll love you to death,
I guess that's what you get
And I don't know where we are all going to
Love don't get stranger, it is what it is
And I don't know where we are all going to
Everythung happens today, and that's what you get
And I don't know where we are all going to

Thank you and Goodnight

Holidays

2005-03-23T04:24:00.000-08:00

Yessir, thats right .. Im on Easter Holidays at this moment ... and I'm in the college! Why am I in the College? To get some work done .. well .. thats what I keep telling myself anyways. In fact what Im really doing is .. er .. well .. this... Yes .. I have no will power whatsoever .. WAHEY!

I got a txt this morning off my mam.. Sarah got a place in John O' Groates in Dublin. Its an addiction hospital which specialises in anorexia.. Im really happy about that as there's the chance that she will be getting better!! Hopefully now she wont have random outbursts of depression like she used to .. it got so hard seeing her hunched in a ball crying and not being able to do anything about it. Im afraid that my parents think that I don't care when thats not the truth at all; I do care but I find it soo hard to express it as I can never think of the right things to say.

But hopefully with J.O.G admitting her these will be a things of the past, and hopefully then our family might go back to normal ...

Feeling Blue and Unsure what to do

2005-03-19T15:26:00.000-08:00

Yeah.. Right now I am feeling pretty god damned miserable!Now it wouldnt be too bad if I actually knew why, but thats the thing- I honestly have no clue why I am feeling as bad as I am. If I knew, I may be able to do something about it, I might be able to change something to make myself feel better-- but I don't... I just don't

Perhaps its one of many things; Sarah's condition, the degredation of my family, the gaps between my friends... any one of these things could be the source of my woes and my misfortunes!

I feel like my friends are slowly becoming alien to me, that I am losing all grasp of everything I hold dear. And why? Have I wronged someone? Have I hurt someone or something when I shouldn't have? If I have I am sorry, for I cannot remember doing anything of the sort. I have always tried to be a good guy; always looking out for my friends and making sure they are put before me. But I guess God only punishes the good somehow ...

It is getting to the point where I want to run away and start over... but I tried that once and it didnt go very well. I tell everyone I went to America, but I hardly tell anyone the reason why ... I just wanted to get away from everything; I was stuck in a crummy job where I was made to feel like the shit someone found on their shoe, my family were basically being made to move out of the house we had been living in for 13 damn years, and everything just seemed to be falling apart around me.

To be honest the only reason I returned home is that I ran out of money, that and if I had stayed I would have gotten arrested or something ... but thats not the point. Yet I made the mistake of going over there by myself. My God I've never felt as lonely in my life. And it changed something in me somewhat.. it made me a tiny bit better.

Perhaps I need to do something like that again, perhaps I need to go away again for a short period of time ... perhaps then things will get better ---

Sarah is going away on Monday to Dublin for a couple of months. Hopefully I can arrange somewhere to stay and go to visit her once or twice

Story Ideas

2005-03-18T11:03:00.000-08:00

Right .. as I have said I have been having a problem with writing lately. The odd thing is, I haven't had a problem with the coming up of ideas- I have a problem with the putting the ideas on paper. Its a bizzare form of writers block, I guess.. another reason could be that I have had too much on my mind and I have been unable to focus on any one thing for long stretches, and that basically is what writing stories is about..

The ideas I've been coming up with have been varied and maybe if i post one of them here people will be able to help me out with them so.. here goes:

A man is painting a picture. He does not know why he is, he only knows that he has to. Unbeknownst to him, wet footprints are appearing on the ground behind him as if by magic; there is nobody there to create these footprints. He continues painting and shortly it takes on the shape of a woman. Suddenly a voice insides his head tells him that he must finish this painting, his work must be completed ---

And thats where my stream of ideas ends. My basic thinking behind this story is that the voice is coming from this ... presence (only way I can think of putting it) that needs this painter to complete his work. This painting is going to become this "presence's" body .. if that makes any sense whatsoever

As I have said, if anyone has any ideas about this story please comment bout it.. thanking you kindly

Mmmmm--Mmmm--Pain--BAAAD

2005-03-14T07:40:00.000-08:00

The day is Monday, the rain is pissing down outside and I'm after coming out of a Business Administration Exam. Oh Joy! I can almost positively say that I got A ... yeah ... A failure:) But, at this moment in time, I really don't give a damn!

I have a Programming Assessment tomorrow so I decided to go back down the house and attempt to study; I had my books all laid out nice on the table, pages all neatly organised, pens at the ready and a cup of tea brewing. Sat down on the seat, looked at a page... and ... I get a headache, a feckin' damn awful HEADACHE. I think I am the only person who can say without a question of a doubt that I am allergic to studying. It's the only explanation to it really! But this was not a normal headache, owh no, not for me. My headaches become mutants that strike everywhere at once leaving me incapable of thinking (if I ever do think that is ...)

Finished the Bus. Ad. exam and I quickly made my way to The Blog Mobile (sorry to Aidan for stealing your thing:]) Music blaring in my ears (Travis' "Turn"), Sean beside me playing Santana on the Speakers with everyone else playing CounterStrike. So, yeah ... we have no willpower whatsoever:) [Go Us!]

Dont Make Hay on a Windy Day ...

Uh-huh God Damn Right its a Wonderful Day

2005-03-13T06:27:00.000-08:00

Yes, thats right fellow Bloggers and Bloggerettes- Im in good form lately. For the first time in a week or so I am feeling absolutely fan-friggin-tastic! Enya vs the Prodigy is playing on the cd player, I'm bopping my head along and, as you've probably guessed by now, I'm smiling. Dont know why I'm smiling, but it just seems like the right thing to do! Hey Hey .. Sail away, sail away, sail away .. SMACK MY BITCH UP! ..

And not only that, but Sarah is in brilliant form today .. which makes me even happier. It stands out in stark contrast to her lying on the couch crying. I guess this week has been a tough one for everyone I know.. but it seems like things are slowly beginning to improve and I welcome the new week with open arms!

If only next week was going to be an easy one; I have a Business Administration exam on Monday and a programming one on Tuesday .. brought all my books, my bags, my folders (with great damage done to my back) ... and ... *cough* I havent looked at a single page all weekend *cough* !But looking on the brightside, after Wednesday I am FREE .. as FREE as an unemployed student with little or no money of course ..!

Which reminds me .. I really got to print out some Curriculum Vitaes (yes.. I just wanted to prove I could spell it correctly:]) and hand them into some shops. Owh the Joy of it!

Please put a penny in the old mans hat, if you havent got a penny a hay-penny will do

Home, Home on the Range

2005-03-10T15:17:00.000-08:00

Yes, thats right.. I'm at home in Tuam- oh the joy, oh the excitement.. oh the subtle hint of sarcasm! Even though I have a double business administration lecture tomorrow and a business administration examination on monday, I decided that I would come home early for the Weekend. There have been a few things getting to me lately, and I thought it best if I got away from it all for a while.

I have a really bad feeling that my mood as of late have been getting to a few people, and I just want everyone to know that it is not intentional whatsoever. I just need to chillax for a while and sort out the aul ceann! I also am worried that Sharlene might be getting annoyed with me .. and I just want to apologise to her if she ever does read this:)

For the first time ever I decided to talk to Sarah about her condition and what her options are. It is looking very likely that she may have to go back into the hospital for another few months. But at the same time this is possibly the best thing for her. She really needs the rest, the poor girl is absolutely exhausted.

Holy Moley Batman!

Poker, Poker Everywhere and not a Chip in Sight

2005-03-10T04:25:00.000-08:00

This morning I finally decided to go to my programming lecture (for the first time in ages) as yesterday she was asking if I had dropped out or not. So there I was, 10 minutes early, and guess what happens? She's not even in. Damnit, just my luck!

We all decided to head down to the couches and play some poker. Now it should be known that I am not any good at Poker whatsoever, in fact I'm so bad that I rarely last it through the first round. Holy moley, my luck changed today! For the first time EVER I was winning, not only that, but in the very last riound .. I WON! .. I couldn't believe it and neither could anyone else there. I HAD WON IN POKER!

I went into the second game feeling very confident.. and .. well .. lets just say feckin' karma and leave it at that:)

What comes around, goes around

Feeling Good, Feeling Great, How are you?

2005-03-09T02:08:00.000-08:00

It has recently been said to me that I have been making my blogs too long. And perhaps this person is right. So from now on I am going to keep my rants to a minimal, yet, for those of you who read and enjoy my rants, I shall keep doing them and by god, they shall be good:)

Lately I haven't been feeling the best to say the least; college has been middlen to say the least, there have been alot of things on my mind. Yet, I with the support of perhaps the greatest friends Ive had in my life, I am getting through these things. These people shall remain nameless, but they know who they are, and know how much I value you each and every single one of them.

This blog is to my friends who have been helping, my friends who have helped me survive:)

THANK YOU

Edit:

came across this great movie/song on the internet and thought ye all would like to listen to it too:

London Underground

Heaven?

2005-03-08T08:17:00.000-08:00

I have been giving this alot of thought lately ... What is Heaven?

For whomever reads this blog I am going to become slightly philisophical (but only for a while, I promise)

Ok lets start off first and make some things clear; I am not a religious person. I have my own ideas about what religion is, but I do not attend mass nor do I pray all that often. I'd like to think that perhaps there is some higher force looking over everyone and making sure each and every single one of us is ok; a security blanket if you will. I do not know if there is a Heaven or a Hell, and I do not know if theres such a thing as God. I personally believe it would be a better thing if people never do fully discover if He exists or not. I mean think about it, if they disprove the existence of God, that automatically means theres no Allah, no Jehova, no Buddha .. It removes this safety blanket from the world and it would leave people alone. And nobody likes to be alone. Of course some people say they hate being alone but deep down, they despise it and fear it with a passion. For when people are alone, the thoughts come, and with the thoughts comes the self-doubt. People have based their whole lives on the teachings from the Bible, and if they disprove the existence of God, how do we know how valid the stuff they say in the Bible is? This could ruin billions of peoples lives and change the way we see things forever.

And now I realise that I have gone drastically off-topic from my previous ideas so here we go again. What is Heaven? Everyone has their own beliefs but my ideas is this:

Whilst a person is alive, they can only use 5% of their brain, right? I believe this occurs because of the bodyl; the mortal coil if you will. Once a person dies, this mortal coil is removed and a person is free to use their brains full potential. I guess this could be the person's soul.
Everybody has their own concepts of what Heaven is but I believe that Heaven should be viewed as a blank canvas. Heaven is what you want to make it. It can be a glorious paradise or it can be a hellish void.

And now think about Heaven, I am led to think about what Hell is..

Hell, in my opinion, is an area in which a person lives out their own personal fears over and over and over, for the rest of eternity. But even saying thats makes you wonder what happens when the world actually ends .. what will happen to all the people who inhabit this small planet we call home when it ends. (Hopefully not for another few years, of course) Will we all be divided up into groups, and sent to different areas, like the Nazis did with the Jews .. or will everything just become nothingness; a blackhole void of anything living.

But I guess these thoughts brings out the worst in people. I wouldn't be at all surprised if the majority of the conflicts across the world have been caused by Religion. People fighting for what they believe is right, and their enemies fighting for what they believe is right too. Now, to tell the truth, I find this laughable. Because if you go to the root, isn't all religions based on the same thing? Some higher being which looks over us, the safety blanket I reffered to earlier.

Yet how do we know if any of us is right? How do we know that the Bible wasn't some prank written by a bunch of jokers thousands of years ago to piss Jesus off? Its possible isn't it? And then again, isn't it possible that all of us are just insane, and that is what we live with from day-to-day.

So Long and Thanks for all the Fish

The Fish from Mars and the Men from Saturn

2005-03-07T12:36:00.000-08:00

Right..
...

I'm still in college. It's 8:30 at night and I'm still here. Been here since 9am and yes .. as you've guessed it by now (unless you're stupid/blind/sarcastc) Im still in college. 12 hours, 12 damn hours is what I usually spend here and why? Because the girls are watching their soaps at home, on the television I brought to the house. Yes, the television I brought to the house and I can't even watch it. What a joke, I hear you all shout, what a damned joke. And y'know what? Its is a joke.. The only real reason Im still living in the house is Sharlene (and to a lesser extent Barbara). Only reason that Im still in the college is the fact that Sharlene has an exam tomorrow and she has to study it. And for some reason, unknown to me, I really just don't want to be stuck around Ciara and Maire. Don't get me wrong or anything, they're both nice girls but a guy needs his space every-so-often ... right?

Its confusing though, to tell the god honest truth. Sometimes I am the most sociable person ever, ever eager to meet new people, and then I become this person who would prefer to live by himself away from everyone else so that i can .. uh .. think really. Maybe then my head wouldnt be as wrecked as it is right now with all manners of shite like it is now.

Sarah visited that place in Mayo earlier about her .. condition. I was talking to my mother about it, she said that the place was lovely, but sarah just wasn't ready for it. I feel sorry for my mother than I do Sarah. All of this is very hard for her to go through.. and its taking alot out of her. Yes, I do notice, but it's just hard to express it sometimes.
I know people keep telling me that Sarah is going to be alright, that this condition will get better, but to tell the truth I don't know. I really don't.. I wish to God it does and Ive said so many prayers to myself so she would feel better.. but apparently these prayers have fallen on deaf ears because guess what? She's still not better, in fact she's getting worse.
It's so hard seeing your own flesh and blood being like this lately, and like I am with my mother, I can't express this fact. All I can do is say "Good luck Sarah, I hope everything goes ok". I want to be able to grab her by the shoulders and try to slap some sense into her, but I know that wont do much good whatsoever.

The time is now 20:49, do you know where your children are?

Goodnight world, I shall see you all in the morning

Who're you?

2005-03-07T11:11:00.000-08:00

Here I am, struggling for things to say, wrecking my head for something interesting to say and yet nothing comes to mind.. so now im deciding on just typing random things that come to my mind. And right now the first thing that comes to mind is my writing...

Lately I've been struggling when it comes to writing. Before the thoughts would just come to me like a fountain gushing upwards, and these thoughts were good and made for interesting stories. And yet, now they don't. Now I can't and I don't know why. Why am i finding it so hard? Why can I not concentrate on any one thing. WHY CANT I FOCUS? Is there something wrong with me thats preventing me from writing like I used to. The latest thing i wrote was a Love poem. Sharlene read it and said it was good, but to be honest I am not entirely sure. For the benefit of others I shall post it here:

Love, Forever
I love you,
Every night and day I love you.
The blue sky, the glorious Sun
have not the beauty of your eyes.
My heart yearns for you with every beat it makes.
You are my night and my day
You are the summer evenings and the spring mornings.
Everyday I see that glorious smile shining through the darkness;
takes the fog from my heart and lifts my soul to the Sky.
You are my angel in the Heavens; my angelic chorus,
Even Aphrodite herself knows not the love I feel
deep inside my heart which pangs each moment we are seperated.
I love you, clearly I love you and yet I know not
the words to express it to your face.
If I had the courage I would express my love
ten times, no, a thousand times over.
I would declare it so loud that even God Himself
would hear it from His throne in the Heavens.
Cupids arrow has not the power nor the understanding
of how my heart feels each time I awake in the morning
and know that you are near.
You are my Venus in the nights Sky
and nothing can eclipse the love I hold for you
Forever.

And there it is. The latest thing Ive written and surprise surprise, its about Love. The one thing I yearn after but never achieve. Why not? Ive worked so hard to find it and yet.. and yet .. it's still out of my grasp. Maybe thats the way its supposed to be though. Maybe Im never meant to find the elusive "Love".

But then again the word Love is used way too much and its true meaning has been forgotten. It is the emotion so strong that it stretches across every boundary, even surpassing Life itself. Its what keeps you awake at night and wakes you up in the morning. Its what makes you smile even though the world is crumbling around you. It's what makes you laugh in a world completely full of insanity.

I should probably explain that I am not looking for normal love. What I am seeking is the Love which inspired William Shakespear to write his Sonnets. But perhaps I am merely looking for a muse; but not a muse for my writing, a muse for my life in general.

And now the lure of Counterstrike is becoming too strong so I shall bid you all adieu once more

The Beginning of the End

2005-03-07T03:58:00.000-08:00

Right well, here I am, sitting in the college completely bored out of my mind. Why am I here? To be completely honest- I havent the foggiest idea. My alarm (the boat horn) woke me up as per usual- with a heartattack. You're having the best dream in your life and then.. that damned noise cuts through your dreams like an axe!

Yesterday I was awake at 9:30 in the morning (even though I finally fell asleep at 5am that morning) because, like the loving son I am, it was mother's day. I felt still drunk when I awoke, yet I had promised my mother I would go home as I hadn't been home the previous weekends. So I fell out of my bed, tumbled out of the room, and staggered into the shower. Within moments I felt as fit as a fiddle (who had been out drinking the previous night of course).

Eventually I made my way to the bus-stop (amazingly enough I did remember to put some clothes on..) and saw that the bus wouldn't be arriving for another 30 minutes or so. So I thought, hey, why not just walk? And it was a beautiful day, and I could have done with the exercise. Finally I reached Galway, bought my busticket and decided to walk around Galway.

OH MY GOD!! I love this city. I walked down on to shopstreet not expecting to see anything (it was 10am on a Sunday morning) yet it was busy.. I passed 3 buskers walking down that one street; one guy setting up his bagpipes (and no, I don't mind that in a dirty way you sick, sick people!), some middle-aged man singing songs about the irish being in London and America.. and then that American. There are only 2 buskers which I look forward to seeing when walking down shopstreet; the spannish dude with his guitar (yes, you all know him!) and that American. He was sitting just at the end of Shopstreet, outside the pub on the corner.

Standing there you could hear the previous busker's music drifting through the air. The American was obviously a bit annoyed about this. He walked around, tuning his guitar, sat down, placed his guitar on the ground and started singing unaccompanied. Wow. Thats the only word that comes to mind when i think about that. Wow.

Eventually I decided I should really make my way back to the bus-station to wait for the bus. Finally the bus arrived and I hoped on it, took my seat and prepared to go to sleep. Trust my luck; I end up with the disgusting dude who keeps snorting and sniffling- the hopes of sleeping out the window like the saliva he spat out. Spacing out the window I suddenly noticed a cloud shaped like a dinosaur. Holy Moley that freaked me out, havent a clue why but it sent shivers down my spine. And then what happens? Another cloud appears, shaped like a T-Rex.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention about the mormons I saw at the bus-station, didn't I? Whilst I was standing at the bus-stop, 2 women passed me in suits. How did I know they were mormons? I hear you shouting from the roof-tops. Well.. the nametags with "Church of the latter day saints Jesus Christ" gave it away a tiny bit methinks. I should probably explain now that I am completly and utterly afraid of the mormons.

Why? During the Summer I stayed in America, and during my time in San Diego I visited a mormon temple. Now this thing looks like it reached into the mind of Walt Disney and yanked the Disney Castle out of it. Click here for a picture of it. Whilst I was there 6 people tried to convert me over to mormonism, asking me if I wanted missionaries to come to my home. Oh, what an image I got in my head- my mother opening the door to a group of mormons trying to convert her over.. classic!

So there I was at the bus-stop, all of these mormons around me, and I though "Oh Bugger, they finally tracked me down". So, like any other wise person, I hid behind some little kid. It should also be remembered that I am, in fact, close to 6 foot tall, and this kid was barely 5 foot 5. So he didnt provide much cover to say the least. But thankfully I managed to get on the bus, cowered in my seat and breathed a sigh of relief when the bus finally departed.

I think I should finish this blog now as I am surprised that nobody else can hear the rumbling of my stomach. The canteen is calling my name.. which sometimes gets a bit freaky. So I shall bid you all adieu.