'I don't like them, but they're good at what they do'.

Surely if you don't like them then you don't think they're good? If you think what they do is good then you like them. Stop pussyfooting around calling a band shit. It's just one of those things people say that don't really make much sense, but for some reason a shit load of people say it.

I'm listening to Leftover Crack for the first time in a year or two. I used to love them, and I really don't understand how haha. The music is alright but it's nothing amazing. The singing sucks and the lyrics are ridiculous. It sounds like when a 15 year old tries to write a political song. Take this gem for instance, from One Dead Cop:

One dead cop
No more donut shop
More dead cops
Might make the hurting stop
Kill cops [7x]

I never took such pleasure in a death
A hatred born of freedom’s dying breath
The police kill and then they lie some more
In a conspiracy to cage the poor.

Anytime I hear the word conspiracy used in a serious context, I cringe. Yeah, the cops definitely want to put all the poor in prison, like. You fucking moron.

I think when it comes to political lyrics, I've never found anyone better or even anywhere near as good as Chris Hannah. That lad is too intelligent. For comparison, check out Resisting Tyrannical Government:

Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next G-7 picnic?
It seems easier with every clock tick.
But whose will would that represent?
Mine? Yours? The rank-and-file's?
Or better yet: the Government's?
But I don't want to catalyze or synthesize the second Final Solution.
I don't want to be the Steve Smith of the Revolution.
Do you see the analogy?
We're the Oilers. The World Bank- the Flames!
And just 2 minutes remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series!
Yeah, Jesus saves! Gretzky scores! The workers slave.
The rich get more. One wrong move and we risk the cup.
So play The Man, not the puck.
Why don't we plant a mechanic virus and erase the memory of the machines
that maintain this capitalist dynasty?
And yes, I recognize the irony that the very system I oppose affords me the luxury
of biting the hand that feeds.
But that's exactly why priviledged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream - until everyone has everything they need.

Those last two lines are pure genius. Amazing. I'd like to see that drug ridden dope from Leftover Crack write something of that caliber.

That's all I wanted to say.

How does it feel?

Pretty busy weekend, in terms of hanging the fuck out. I went down to Will's on Friday night, for this charity gig on at the pub Will works at. The bands were pretty sucky, boring indie rock and such, although the last band was a ska/reggae band which was pretty cool. The pub was fucking packed. This pub is small enough like, and I'd never ever seen it so full. It was well over capacity but the idiot fucking doorman kept letting people in, even after the manager telling him not to. Dope. I was hanging out with this girl Jo, who I'd kissed back in January. We were chatting away and I was trying to be interesting but I was the most boring fucking dope ever. I have no problem talking to girls that I'm not trying to kiss but I turn into a quiet little sap around girls I like. Plus it was loud and we couldn't really hear each other properly haha. It wasn't going that well but to make it even worse, some lad cut in and started chatting her up. So annoyed. He was mad tall and buff and handsome and everything I hate in lads. He had no problem talking to her and making her laugh, and I sat there with my head in my pint. Arse.
Then later her brother had been hopped on by some scum and ended up in hospital so she had to leg it. So I don't think that's going anywhere fast.
We ended up having a lock in at the pub until fuck knows when. The chats were had, met some new cool people, had a load of crisps and watched some lad do coke off one of the tables. It was the first time I've ever actually see someone do that and it was pretty weird.
On the way home, Will, Nats and I stopped off at a kids playground and had drunken fun. Will fell off a roundabout thing and hurt his foot, hahaha. So funny.

Then last night we went to another gig. It was an all ager which was pretty cool. Will's mate Briggie's band A Stranger In Moscow played. They're alright, I'm not mad into the music but they were really tight anyway. Briggie is the fucking lad. What a hero. Hilarious guy.
The amount of underage girls was unreal. I feel fucking filthy.

After the gig we went back to the pub for a while and then back to Will's where we got ridiculously baked. Laughing at those Frank ads. Briggie was like 'I just wouldn't open the door' and I couldn't stop laughing. Best fun I've had in a while.

Some serious disappointment the other night though. There'll always be one girl to complain about.

Uni-cycle

I have so much work to do for this one module to be handed in on Friday, and I literally have none of it done. Well, that's not entirely true; out of 5 exercises to be handed in, I have an eighth of the first one done. Swell. The most annoying fucking thing about this is that it's just a draft portfolio. Which means that even though I have to hand this work in to be marked, the mark DOESN'T go towards my end-of-year mark. It's just to let my lecturer know how we're getting on. I'm kind of contemplating just not doing it. But I'm not totally sure what the repercussions are. The lecturer kind of seems like a fucking bitch.

HOLY SHIT I NEED TO PISS AND I ALREADY PISSED JUST FIVE MINUTES AGO. Back in a sec.


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Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. I might need to piss so much because I drank loads of water today. Ever since my ma got Wii Fit I've been exercising much more. I haven't started to feel or see any benefits yet but I'm determined to keep going anyway, just because I want to have a fucking killer bod.

Our lecture in Creative Writing today was pretty awesome, the lecturer was talking about his own book. I've got about a quarter way through it, and to be honest I'm not completely enjoying it, but the way he talked about it and how he came to write it made it sound so awesome. I might do one of my critical pieces on it.

I'll be back in Dublin soon. I can't waaaaaaaaait. Fun times will be had.

Staying Home

The Lion King ruled but now I'm at home. My ma wouldn't give me money to go out and gave me the 'I'd really prefer it if you stayed in tonight' speech with a worried look on her face. I seriously have to get a job and move out.

But now, because of the paranoid asshole that I am, all sorts of things are running through my head. Tonight was gonna be the night when I made a move. Or at least would have tried. Now what if because I'm not there she ends up kissing some other dude and my chance is gone...I worry so much about this stuff.

We went through Kentish Town tonight on the way home, and funnily enough right down the road where Lucy, the girl I was seeing before Xmas, lives. It was weird. I kept looking around, hoping I'd see her, but I don't know what I'd have done f I did. Rejection is fucking horrible and it clings to me like a stubborn piece of shit that won't drop off your arse. If I was alone and ran into her, that would have been a different story. I'd tell her that she had no idea how much I liked her and how much it hurt when she fed me that bullshit story. I'd have wanted to make her feel terrible, because I felt terrible and I'm horribly spiteful like that. Although I do feel that empathy should play a huge part in life. If someone makes you feel bad, then they should feel bad. I certainly felt bad after breaking up with Isabel. How much more compassionate would the world be if everyone had a little empathy.

But anyway, that ship sailed long ago. And I hope it fucking sinks.

Ah there's Paddy. What's happening?

I can't really remember Paddy's day last year, except that I was in work. We were giving away free shots of Irish Creme syrup, and not one person took one because it's fucking disgusting. I actually felt sorry for the syrup. I have to stop personifying food stuff. I wonder if they'll do the same this year. I might get a Shamrock Shake from McDick's for old times sake, in honour of my sweet Nana. She was awesome and always got us Shamrock Shakes. I'm meant to be making my way to college for an hours seminar on Foundations in Poetry and Drama, but I'm not shifting. I feel I deserve this day off, even though I've taken a ridiculous amount of time off this semester alone. We're studying Oedipus the King at the moment and the story actually rules. Except last week a tutor called Heidi fucking ruined the entire story on everyone by telling us exactly what happens. Some people love her but I don't like her. She's really up her own hole, and she assumes we're all familiar with all this high brow literature and political philosophies and looks at us like we can't wipe our own arses when we say we're not. She's a young enough and at a push I'd say she's quite attractive but she's such a cunt sometimes. She also tries to get in with the young crowd by telling us all about her days when she took ketamine and did coke. Get fucked you junkie fucking bitch.

Ugh. Rant over. Except I could go on about it at length because it really gets my goat. Haha, that phrase rules.

I've actually started using MySpace a good bit again after about two years of barely using it at all. I've mostly been talking to one new awesome friend on it (at great length haha) but Heron and Sos leave the odd comment as well which rules. I miss my friends. I can't wait to go home again.

I'm going to see the Lion King musical with my family tonight...I'm looking forward to it actually. Lion King was a classic kids movie and I'm sure the musical rules. I'll probably go out to Kingston afterwards and meet up with friends. Apparently everyone is pub crawling, but I have about 15 quid in the bank which there's no point touching. I'll have to beg my ma for drink money. I realised that I actually about 600 euro in my post office bank account at home. I'm wondering should I transfer it to my brit account or have it as a little nest egg. Rainy day money. I wonder if anyone has taken that seriously and spent their savings on a rain day expecting to get mad deals. Or bought a nest and eggs. There's a little story right there that I could use.

Well I guess I should use this day productively. I need to get reading and a lot of other work done before next week. Bleeeeeeeeeh.

Go on Patrick.

Life: An Update.

Another obligatory blog entry. I like how that sentence sounds. Well, even though I said I'd keep on top of the work, I'm constantly going to start tomorrow. Yes, today will be the last day that I am lazy and I will begin working harder tomorrow. Ad infinitum. I am incapable of working hard unless there is an immediate result. I am very inpatient I guess. If you have a job, you have to come to work because if you don't you'll get fired and won't get money. With college, if you don't go in you have yourself to answer to. And I'm not afriad of myself. I can be very lenient. Fair. Forgiving.

I've come to the conclusion that I am so lovesick that I'm willing to fall in love with the first girl I'm attracted to. But I am now surrounded by so many new and pretty girls that I'm falling in love every day. Obviously not in love. But I feel like I have a crush on everyone.

There is one, though. Haha, and not the one I mentioned a few blogs ago. I haven't even talked to her since then. Anyway. She's great. Really great. Smashing. Capital. I would seriously love for something to happen. Hmmm.

I'm going home again in early April. Hopefully this time Rubes might actually get a recording done. I'm so fucking desperate to get it going. We can record something in April, get some hype going and then play a show when I'm home next and record something properly. Fucking gagging to play a gig again.

Anyway I'm tired. And I'm sure you're all tired of reading this. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Love you.

Taken

Late pass I know, but HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT A FILM. It actually does not get much better than Liam Neeson killing the fucking shit out of every cunt in his way. Oh Fuck. I had the biggest smile on my face the whole way through. I have a new found respect for Liamo. Holy shit.

What is wrong with the world?

I don't know what to do anymore. I really just don't know.

Last FM

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There's my Top Artists for the last week. Douglas Adams is there because I've been listening to the Audiobook of Hitchhiker's Guide. So he doesn't really count. LastFM rules though. Everyone should get into it.

'The Fear'

This phrase is bandied about by English people for some strange reason. Apparently it's a feeling of anxiety you get during a hangover. I've never got this before and I haven't a clue what they're talking about. I first heard about it from Lucy, and every time she said she had I felt like smacking her. It's one of those stupid phrases that really gets on my tits. The 'fear'. What the fuck are you even talking about?
It's also the name of Lily Allen's latest single. I don't know or care if it's about that anxious hangover feeling (and the lyrics suggest completely otherwise) but I actually like that song. For a pop song, it's really dark. I like Lily Allen. Her music's alright and she's delish, in a junkie sort of way.

I fell in love again today. There are too many pretty girls in Kingston. But this one is smart as well and she made me laugh loudly. Except I don't know her name.

A few funny/stupid things have happened this week so far. On Wednesday, during our Writer's On Writing lecture, our lecturer was telling us about how novelists have to imagine most things instead of experiencing them, and for some odd reason the example he chose was a rape scene. I laughed so, so hard when he said 'You'd have to sit down at your desk and just say to yourself "Ok, I'm going to imagine a terrible rape this morning"'. Hahahahaha. Amazing.

I ordered the remaining books I need for this semester from Amazon the other day and they were meant to come on Tuesday but didn't. Then yesterday, me and Tom decided to get some pizza from Dominos. It was cheaper if we ordered it for collection, and wouldn't you know it, the books came while we were out. We were probably gone for about 10 minutes. I came home to a note saying that the package was too big for the letterbox, and I could pick them up in 48 hours from the post office. So fucking lame. At least I get them tomorrow and don't have to pay for anymore books. Got them mad cheap too.

No plans for the weekend, again. I have to get a job.

Hometown Hotties

I hate those 'Want a Girlfriend?' ads on Facebook. The girls in the ads are incredible looking, but there's no chance that
a)they represent the kind of girls that actually use those websites, but even if they do
b)I would never use those websites to get a girlfriend anyway

I'd like to think I'm confident enough to get my own girlfriends. Those ads are so fucking annoying though. They're just a horrible reminder that I'm single.

BOO HOO YOU FUCKING CRY BABY. SHUT UP AND DEAL WITH IT.

Yeah, I think I will. Thanks for the advice.

Reading. Reading books.

For the past few nights I've been falling asleep listening to Stephen Fry read out The Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy. It's an awesome book, and listening to him read it out makes it even better. He does all the voices so well and everything, it's like being a kid again listening to someone read it to you. When I start drifitng off though it gets really annoying, like I keep waking up to him saying something weird and I've missed loads of the story so I have to turn it off but then I can't get back to sleep.
I started reading A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini as well. I'm about 6 chapters in and it's pretty good. The Kite Runner was awesome I thought, and I watched the film the other day which wasn't as good but at least now I can properly picture Afghanistan in the seventies. It's weird thinking that it was almost the same as loads of European countries at the time, a lot like Ireland actually. It had just started to become a proper developed country. Then the Russians came in and fucked things up, then the Taliban came along and made it even worse. It sucks really.
I'm waiting on a shit load of books to come from Amazon for college. The only one that I was really interested in reading, The Portable Graham Greene, wasn't fucking available. So annoyed. He's a class writer, really intelligent and funny.
I'm still halfway through The Liar by Stephen Fry. I always tend to leave books halfway through for a while and then come back later on. I don't know why, I should really read it all at once.

Ah sure bollocks.

'It seems his train of thought is still at the station'

It's weird how the mind works, or, it's scary how short my attention span is.
I went to log in to LiveJournal for the lolz, just because I use to have a blog there years ago and I wanted to see how much shit I actually talked. Then when it wouldn't let me access it, I remembered that I had actually deleted it. But before I remembered that, I clicked the 'Forgot my password' link and it brought me to a new page with a Captcha. Above the captcha it said 'You need to prove that you are a human'. What a ridiculous thought. Obviously I know that it's used to stop bots from entering websites, but it sounded mad. Prove that I'm human? I've never had to prove that I'm human before. Other than using Captchas, which is a very silly way to prove to someone that I'm human. I bet pretty soon there will be robots with character recognition who have the ability to type as well, and Captchas will be rendered useless. We'll then need to give them retina scans or fingerprint scans (I think some Laptops now even have a fingerprint scanner installed as a lock system) and all sorts. The point is that when I saw the message 'You need to prove that you are a human', it gave me the idea to write what I've just written above. I wanted to have a screen capture of the message, but I'm not that great with computers and wasn't really sure how to do it properly. I tried copying and pasting the webpage into Photoshop, but Photoshop won't let you (or at least it wouldn't let me) paste images into it. I decided to give up on the idea, and then my train of thought ran right away, and I thought to myself 'Hmm, I think might try to draw some clouds in Photoshop'. Don't ask, because I don't know where or why I got the idea. But all of a sudden it became a very attractive though. Keeping with the theme of my uselessness with computers and by association most programs on computers (in this case Photoshop), I decided to look up a tutorial of how to do it on the internet. I found one, but it used an older version of Photoshop than the one I had and so was no use. I tried a video, but that proved just as useless. I tried a third and it didn't explain anything very well at all, so then I gave up on that idea as well. I closed Photoshop and then just went on Moshspace or something.

I really don't know why these things happen - and they happen all too often - but it's such a waste of time and effort. Why the fuck would anyone without good reason want to draw clouds in Photoshop? I should have been reading books for Uni or cleaning my overly filthy room or letting my dog out for a piss which at the time she desperately needed. Why do I waste my time like this? I really fucking hate myself sometimes. Well, not really hate, but I would not like to be friends with me. I'm so fucking dull and thick. Uuuugggghhh.

New Noise

I had been meaning to go to New Noise ever since I moved over here, but I could never really find anyone to go with. Then finally last week, a few of my Uni friends decided to go and so me, Tom and Claire went along too. I had the best time! It's actually such a great feeling being in a club atmosphere when they're playing songs that I actually know and love! Half the time it was emo and even indie bollocks (which kind of annoyed me, because there's another club the same guys run which is only indie stuff) but they played Comeback Kid, Refused, Broadway Calls, BTMI!, NFG and loads others too. Click the picture to see the list. I meant to ask them to play Daggermouth too but I forgot, I was so annoyed afterwards haha. I made a couple new friends too which is always awesome. There were so many delish girls, it was incredible.



There's me going mental during either Wake The Dead or New Noise itself. I lost my fucking mind. It was class night except that Tom's jacket was taken. Bummer.

I need a serious haircut.