Mar
30th
Tue
30th
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Yeaaaah
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I really like this song.
I’m back, I think.
After abandoning this blog I’ve decided to revive it. I hope it works. Kind of.
May
4th
Mon
4th
Today, I thought it would be funny to fart in my roommates mouth while he was asleep. I walked over to him and pulled my pyjamas down and let loose. To my surprise it was a very wet one and I accidently took a dump on his face, he woke up and beat me until I was bleeding. FML
— The internet.
May
2nd
Sat
2nd
This is the preview for Eminem’s new video. The song, 3a.m., is already out and I think it is quite shit but this video still excites me. The video will be aired tonight somewhere in America.
Apr
29th
Wed
29th
Girltalk
I don’t understand why everyone is mad for Girltalk. I think they are good, I like what they are doing but, then again, they don’t really stand out for me at all. Loads of songs, some shit, that make one song - I don’t understand why it has such a following.
I’d say the bloke is really sound and genuine but I just don’t buy into this music and I hope it’s just a phase.
I hate not being able to get Girltalk, it gets to me.
Dream Shag.
Apr
28th
Tue
28th
Dog or rabbit?
Today, I called into my girlfriend’s house on my way home from college. Her mother answered the door and my lady friend came down the stairs. The dogs, she has two, were jumping up and down at my shins clearly excited at my arrival. They had grown rather fond of me.
I was saying hello and what have you when suddenly one of the dogs, Ella is her name, darted out of the door and began running out of the cul de sac. I instictively darted after her. She ran down the road like a rabbit, identical almost to a fucking rabbit. I had my bag on my back which contained about seven books and my laptop so it was difficult to run at full tilt. The dog is really fucking fast.
I chased it out of the cul de sac, down the main road and then came the moment of truth as the dog went to dart across the road (funnily enough at the pedestrian crossing). My heart was in my mouth and swollen out my backside. She luckily enough made it to the other side intact and so did I. We continued our battle of speed and agility. We entered an estate and I was getting close. I placed my bag down on the ground with great skill and closed in on her. She turned around, ran over to my bag, sniffed it and sat there wagging her fucking tale. I was breathless.
I picked her up and made my way back to the house. Her mother was across the road. I was out of breath and felt ridiculous. We all had a right laugh and I struggled to get my breath back.
Ella is no longer my favourite of the dogs, most likely to the delight of my girlfriend.
This is my lecturer, for whom I have to do an exam for tomorrow, confronting Bat O’Keefe, the minister for education. The woman is fucking petrifying.
This is my brother’s band. They are called The Chapters. I like them because they are class and probably because my brother is in the band. He sings the words.
Apr
27th
Mon
27th
Critical Theory
I have my first exam tomorrow in the second semester of my second year studying English, Media and Cultural Studies in I.A.D.T. close by the seaside town of Dun Laoghaire, Dublin.
This exam is Critical Theory and I will have to answer on Postcolonialism, Psychoanalytic Criticism, Structuralism and Post-Structuralism. I find it very interesting.
I never get worried or stressed about exams apart from the odd moment of panic. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. My mother says it’s healthy which is odd as she, herself, is rather neurotic. I am too but just not about exams.
