So my brothers now eighteen. This week has been all about him. I remember when I turned 18. I treated it with a big indifference. I don't like when I get special treatment, I'd rather be one of the crowd than be at the head of it. Sam has relished in it, not that I really can blame him. At 12am on Monday night my mother walked into his room with a big cup of hot chocolate. Tuesday morning, I tried to get up early because I had an exam and I expected him to be allowed the day off school. Turns out I was wrong and he had gone to school before I even woke up.
Tuesday kind of started out a bit shit for me, I had more or less been pretty down about the exam that day, It was one of them exams that really are too boring to study for. I couldn't even read anything about the subject for any longer than five minutes. It got me pretty down for the weekend coming up to it but I had someone to keep my mind off of it. That helped a fair bit. I don't know weather being in work gave me a reason to "excuse myself" from studying, You know where you blame work on the fact you have not studied but in the end of the day the only person you are really fooling is yourself? I got to college, straight to the library and I tried to get a bit more information into this thick skull of mine. Soon more people from my class started to join me and we talked, quickly conversation went to after the exam drinks. It usually does when we all get together.
The exam itself went alright, I think i barely scraped a pass but I guess I won't know until I get my results. I'm trying not to dwell on it.
I got home, In a fairly pissed kinda state. Being past my exams at this stage and seeing all my college friends again really had me in a good mood, I guess the drink just hit me hard. Dinner was great, We went down to Cusacks at the end of the road for a drink. The first drink in a pub as a family.
Wednesday didn't have much of a big thing about it, besides Sarah scaring the shit out of me and then going to see Avatar in 3d. Fuck 3d, 2D is for the win.
Thursday.... FIBBERS. So I lost my pass port on halloween, I was able to use my College I.D anywhere I needed to get into since then but when I got to Fibbers the bouncer decided he wouldn't let me in. The only difference between the bouncers in other places and fibbers? The bouncer this time was Irish. Ended up having to go home for my birth cert and coming back in. If it was anyone else's birthday night out besides my brothers, I would have just said fuck it and left it. We got in, We got drunk. He gave me a hug. Talk about something that threw me off balance. I wouldn't say my relationship with my brothers as bad as it used to be since we have gotten out own space in the house now, I just have not gotten a hug off him in a long long time.
Friday man, today's Saturday. Friday kicked so much ass. My brother had a party in the house, About 30 of his mates and a few of mine. It worked out quite nicely, He's been cleaning all morning and its not 3.35(work in an hour and a half :(!!! ) He had dale's Dj'ing stuff set up in the kitchen and the backyard, stairs, kitchen and front room set up for the party. It worked out mad nice besides it being a bit cold outside I think. It was class to see so many people again. I might not have known them all that well when I went through Rosmini but it was just nice to see them. There's this girl I kinda like alot and stuff, I only wish she had been there. It would have topped the entire night off, I'd say. She ended up waking back up just as I was heading to bed and kept me company until she finally nodded off. She said some nice things. I like that :)
Next week I'm going to try make all about the lads. I miss them alot. It's rare I even see eddy any more. Jay's always around, The last few months we have gotten alot closer again than we have in a long time, Yeah We're Bro's but I'm sure he knows what I mean. I'm waiting on Tom to catch up to me in dragon Age. Then we shall have a good chat ;)
These lads are Basis of my life, there are alot of others I should include in this, but this is for these three lads. My Brothers in everything but blood. I really have no idea where I would be in life without them.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
25.1.10
Its late, I'm just in from work. I want to get into bed but just can't bring myself to do it. I have this problem a lot. I feel like writing but I'm just going to say no.
This Is for you. Just the one line to say you're on my mind.
This Is for you. Just the one line to say you're on my mind.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
24.1.10
Well, it's Saturday night again and I await the time when she gets home and onto msn. Another night spent in work, Today was not that busy thank god.
I was up until 5am again reading "Belgarath" It seemed as if it had not been opened in a number of years which I found quite weird because I flicked some rice of one of the pages then I realised that it must have been about 5+ years old, That made me think.
Next I came across Page 157. Before I go on I'll say this, My dads always told me "Never give a book as a present unless you write something in it" Which I never really followed, Even at the start of the book when I opened the front cover I found a short note of affection from my mother to my father as she had given him this book. Now on page 157, I'm not sure if you want to know these details but I couldn't resist when I came across them. My dad had written in pencil "Sept 22nd '95. Working in Santo Archangelo, ten miles from Rimni on the Adriatic coast. The weather is very hot. I'm working on a pub called "The Globin", Thoughts of Sandra, Naomi, Aidan and Sam are on my mind a lot today."
This set my mind on fire and now I'm a firm believer in everything my dad had said about leaving notes. Three lines and It tells me so much about that part of his life, It also says, at the time, I missed my dad terribly, Even if I was only 5.
As I sit writing this, What I would call my best female friend is texting me fiendishly nice things, making me smile a lot. I love when she does this because it puts me into a good mood for the night. She makes the effort to stay awake because she knows it's the only time I ever have time to text. She be class (L)
Yesterday I had my first exam in Dublin City University, Human Development: Power and Politics. It's a lot like C.S.P.E. Had to write about Masculinities in teenage boys in secondary school, Buying an identity within consumer culture and Teenage social Deviance. Not hard, Just a lot of writing to be done in two hours. It really was not enough time. I'd say I passed though, But I guess I'll have to wait and see. Next is Curriculum Studies, What is this you ask? I HAVE NO IDEA. If I managed to stay awake for 2 hours during this ridiculously boring class on a Monday morning, I could probably tell you. Me being me.. That didn't happen all too often.
I have a real want for another cup of tea and my book. So I guess I'll end this here.
EDIT: Many just came home, pissed and straight onto MSN where as always we usually exchange stories of our adventures. This lad is probably one of the BEST guys I know, when I go to France or he comes here, I know life will change and we will be friends for a very long time. Tonight's Adventure was about being a wingman for his friend, and it worked out amazing for him. He showed me a picture of this girl he managed to get a talking to. She's Delish by the looks and sound of her, To get him this excited on MSN she must be worth it. I'm telling him to make it work. He would be set if it did.
I was up until 5am again reading "Belgarath" It seemed as if it had not been opened in a number of years which I found quite weird because I flicked some rice of one of the pages then I realised that it must have been about 5+ years old, That made me think.
Next I came across Page 157. Before I go on I'll say this, My dads always told me "Never give a book as a present unless you write something in it" Which I never really followed, Even at the start of the book when I opened the front cover I found a short note of affection from my mother to my father as she had given him this book. Now on page 157, I'm not sure if you want to know these details but I couldn't resist when I came across them. My dad had written in pencil "Sept 22nd '95. Working in Santo Archangelo, ten miles from Rimni on the Adriatic coast. The weather is very hot. I'm working on a pub called "The Globin", Thoughts of Sandra, Naomi, Aidan and Sam are on my mind a lot today."
This set my mind on fire and now I'm a firm believer in everything my dad had said about leaving notes. Three lines and It tells me so much about that part of his life, It also says, at the time, I missed my dad terribly, Even if I was only 5.
As I sit writing this, What I would call my best female friend is texting me fiendishly nice things, making me smile a lot. I love when she does this because it puts me into a good mood for the night. She makes the effort to stay awake because she knows it's the only time I ever have time to text. She be class (L)
Yesterday I had my first exam in Dublin City University, Human Development: Power and Politics. It's a lot like C.S.P.E. Had to write about Masculinities in teenage boys in secondary school, Buying an identity within consumer culture and Teenage social Deviance. Not hard, Just a lot of writing to be done in two hours. It really was not enough time. I'd say I passed though, But I guess I'll have to wait and see. Next is Curriculum Studies, What is this you ask? I HAVE NO IDEA. If I managed to stay awake for 2 hours during this ridiculously boring class on a Monday morning, I could probably tell you. Me being me.. That didn't happen all too often.
I have a real want for another cup of tea and my book. So I guess I'll end this here.
EDIT: Many just came home, pissed and straight onto MSN where as always we usually exchange stories of our adventures. This lad is probably one of the BEST guys I know, when I go to France or he comes here, I know life will change and we will be friends for a very long time. Tonight's Adventure was about being a wingman for his friend, and it worked out amazing for him. He showed me a picture of this girl he managed to get a talking to. She's Delish by the looks and sound of her, To get him this excited on MSN she must be worth it. I'm telling him to make it work. He would be set if it did.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
"Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors"
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors"
22.1.10
Tonight was my sisters birthday. I had a great time. Something about seeing her happy really makes me happy. I love it when people around me are happy, its one of the few genuine reasons I feel happy.
I was feeling tired and grumpy, You know when you get into one of them moods that just take your thoughts in directions you would rather steer clear of?
So got up and got off my lazy ass and took a toddle on home.
It was a cold and misty night. The kind I love to walk in. If it had not been so late I would have probably kept walking around for another few hours. Something about walking on your own, in that kind of weather with things on your mind that allows me to get to the bottom of what ever's on my mind.
Tonight was something or someone should I say that is always on my mind. I know you will read this but I want to make it clear, I'm not going for any kind of gratification.To say we are friends would be a rather large understatement. I don't know what makes us more than friends, just something does. We have had our fair share of tussles, come out with bumps and metaphorical bruises to varying degree's but even when the dust has settled, the words that hit with the bluntness of rock had faded away we always got back on our feet. I'll be the first to admit we say things we don't mean, they are said out of the moments tension and are filled with spite. I could hardly hold a finger against you, let alone a grudge or anything along them lines. Someday, I'll beat the ocean. Someday, I'll beat the odds. Someday, I'll beat anything that stands in the way of you and I.
I was feeling tired and grumpy, You know when you get into one of them moods that just take your thoughts in directions you would rather steer clear of?
So got up and got off my lazy ass and took a toddle on home.
It was a cold and misty night. The kind I love to walk in. If it had not been so late I would have probably kept walking around for another few hours. Something about walking on your own, in that kind of weather with things on your mind that allows me to get to the bottom of what ever's on my mind.
Tonight was something or someone should I say that is always on my mind. I know you will read this but I want to make it clear, I'm not going for any kind of gratification.To say we are friends would be a rather large understatement. I don't know what makes us more than friends, just something does. We have had our fair share of tussles, come out with bumps and metaphorical bruises to varying degree's but even when the dust has settled, the words that hit with the bluntness of rock had faded away we always got back on our feet. I'll be the first to admit we say things we don't mean, they are said out of the moments tension and are filled with spite. I could hardly hold a finger against you, let alone a grudge or anything along them lines. Someday, I'll beat the ocean. Someday, I'll beat the odds. Someday, I'll beat anything that stands in the way of you and I.
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