Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Boredom, you have made me reach new lows

So, at the moment, *all* of my friends are considering making webcomics...but their webcomics are detailed, and well drawn...probably not so well thought out but...they're getting there!

Anyhews, after listening to the Little Gamers give a talk on how their comic is aboot taking the piss out of their friends, how they come up with ideas at random and how they can't draw to save their lives ... I thought "I could do that!"

Well, truth is I'm far too lazy, plus there's the problem with not being able to draw, although I'm certain improvement would be had, improvement from nothing ain't all that great... However, I've been reading through Machall's archives too. One style of drawing which Ian McConville employs isn't all that difficult. I know that mine wouldn't be quite so good, or even a quarter as good...but it could have potential...

Lastly, I think I could get a years supply out of things Ivan has said in the last ten minutes, to anyone! (including his ma) so jokes wouldn't be a problem....

Then again, I'd have to get over supreme laziness and actually set up a domain deelie...and pay money for it :( Hrmmm....google ads.... *ahem* but it'd be effort...

Without further ado, here be the first mock-up, very mock-up, MSPaint (it's all I've got in work) mock-up .... oh, and it also totally rips off this. Let's hope Adam doesn't mind! Especially if I give him some shameless plugs :D



-d

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Awesome-ness

Opeth were awesome! That's all that can be said. Yesterday was the third time I've seen them this year, and they were amazing again!

Unfortunately there were some drawbacks, namely, the crowd. Now, I don't mean all of the crowd, just ... a select few .... who all seemed to be standing around us.

There were the two annoying girls standing behind me who chattered constantly aboot the most mundane rubbish whilst the lead singer was cracking jokes. I turned and looked at them once or twice and they shut up, but continued on soon afterwards (apparently I can give dirty looks, I personally don't think I can).

Then, the ravers. A gang of aboot five guys and two girls. They were completely out of place, bar the girls, who seemed to be the only reason the guys went to an Opeth gig in the first place. Seriously, not a clue had they! On one occasion, I had cleared myself a nice wee headbanging space (apparently I headbang using the "thrust", meh, it stops my neck from falling to bits the next day, and it's not antisocial if I have my space..), when one of those buffoons decided to crowd in on it! No bother, I carried on knowing that he'd clear me some room in a bit, when I saw a fist coming towards me! Instant taekwondo guard up and a swift right straight for his ribs, but I pulled it because either he was just locking fists with his buddy, or his buddy had stopped him from punching me. I'm still not sure which, but after that he cleared a space for me and I carried on with my guard up. After this, one of the couples had the *nerve* to start necking during Windowpane! Honestly, that is a beautiful song, very melodic and gentle and just ... beautiful! Yet all I could see during it was two people sucking the faces off of each other! If I had a guy I was dating in an Opeth gig, and he did that to me, he'd be punched! Later on, that chick fecked off to the jacks (with waaaaaaay more hand gestures than necessary) and left yer man by himself. He started doing his own little rave dance, poking his finger in the air and moving his hands in a zig-zag manner...dude! That shit's gonna get you killed at a metal gig!

Long story short...I love Ivan :D In 3 mins, between the pair of us, all those annoying little shits got taken out! I turned to Ivan, we bounced off of each other, I bounced off of eof and used the momentum to bounce into the annoying loud-mouths behind me. According to eof, I didn't hit him all that hard, but I sent those two girls flying! >:) In this space of time, Ivan had crashed through the couple in front of him and a few of their friends, so I galloped after him, crashing into the couple on the left and the guy who'd tried to punch me and sending them flying. Then we were right past and had a straight line through to the center and the pit.

It was magical!
\m/
-d

Friday, November 10, 2006

Hello officer, isn't it a nice evening?

It's funny how some things will remind you of other things. Take just now, for instance, when opening a bag of dry roasted peanuts, I couldn't help but notice that they smelt exactly like peanut butter.

In other news, I'm hungover as fuck.

-d

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The gig last night

On crowdsurfing:
Crowdsurfing is great, but guys, don't ask the girl beside you to give you a hoist up, I may be strong for a girl, but I'm not Xena! If this girl is nice, and laughs in your face whilst getting some other guys to help her hoist you up, do *NOT* leap up and throw both your knees directly into the air! Knees connecting with chins do not make for a pleasant taste in my mouth after I've bitten a chunk of flesh out of either side of my tongue.

On Dermo:
What can I say, the man's an idiot!

On Gill:
I didn't see her during the gig, I can only assume that she was hidden near the bar cradling a whiskey whilst singing offkey.

On my brother:
Beast of the pit.

On his friend:
What a shame, what a shame.

On the guy who sold him a seated ticket instead of standing:
Arsehole!

On the bouncers who wouldn't let him downstairs:
Bastards!

On the stupid American bitch I fucked across the pit:
You were annoying, it was funny, get over it!

On the drunken Celtic fans who thought they were hard men at the start of the gig:
I hope you've learned your lesson now.

On the pit in general:
Brilliant effort one and all!

On the big guy in the white t-shirt with glasses:
Congrats, but fuck me! You were big!

On the guy I teamed up with to shove the big guy with glasses away every time he came near us:
Thanks!

On the girls who got up on stage and giggled whilst looking out of place:
Pfft! Wusses!

On the guys who stopped all moshing even though there was now a girl-free pit (first time all night):
For shame guys, quit yer oogling and get back to the important things!

On the guys who got up on stage:
GRRRR!!! \m/

On the idiot who stage dived:
As my brothers said:
He missed the crowd.
He missed crossing the barrier.
He didn't miss the ground.
Gravity will always give a helpful hand.

On the Dropkick Murphys:
Awesome guys, just .... awesome!

PS: On the big guy from the Slayer mosh pit who asked me if I was "staaaartin' somethin'":
Always :D

PPS: On my best friend:
Happy Birthday :)

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Busy busy busy...

Firstly, since I last posted, I have learnt that you shouldn't really give small children coffee... It was amusing but um...heh heh, nah, it was amusing! ;)

Secondly, um...I'm very busy atm. It's annoying really, but in the good kind of a way! This month is my gig month. Sure, sure, I know, so was June, but have you *seen* the line-up?! Awesome! I've already been to see American Headcharge/Panic Cell/Twin Method in the Voodoo Lounge last Friday, though I arrived late and missed Twin Method. The other two I must say were quite enjoyable, unfortunately I didn't appreciate the full experience as I'd already had a good bit to drink... From what I could tell through the haze, they were good!

Saturday, I saw Borat. Although some parts of this movie were funny...it could not be saved, do NOT go to see this!! It's awful!! At times, it's painful, I did not need to disgust my eyes and brain with this thing. Some people will find this amusing, but you know what, I'm not one of them, and those who do...if you've seen it, you know what bit in particular I'm talking aboot, perverted!

Thankfully my senses were able to rectify themselves with an unplanned Nathan Fillion marathon. It started by me innocently switching channels and having a Buffy episode with him in it come on, it continued by seeing Serenity on Sky movies and finished up by staying up late to watch Slither in a mate's house.

Sunday dawned, I tidied my room some and headed into town and off to The Point Depot. Slaaaaaaayeeeeerrrr!!! Apologies, The Unholy Alliance is what I meant to say ;P I arrived in time to see Lamb of God and In Flames, possibly Children of Bodom, I was at the bar...and then on came Slayer \m/ Out to the mosh pit with me! I bumped into a guy from taekwondo I knew and away! :D It was excellent, not half long enough though, I wasn't even close to fainting when they finished up!! It was great, I'm covered in bruises, my knee is somehow fucked, but recovering *and* I got a pair of fingerless Slayer gloves!! At Download, last summer, I went around three different sales booths and the Download fingerless gloves were all gone! I was crushed (I love fingerless gloves). They were the first thing I noticed on the Slayer sales booth as I came in the door! The second thing I saw was the guy take them off the display and sell off the last pair, crushed-ness :( Thankfully, a second booth still had them, so up I galloped and them I bought! :D Happy mosher!!! :D

So, my plans for this week...well, went to see The Last Kiss last night. It was fairly predictable, but an enjoyable watch nonetheless, oh, and maybe slightly depressing...actually, it kinda reminded me of Scrubs, I know, Zach Braff is the first clue, but still..Scrubs is funny and goofy most of the time, but every now and again you're brought back to the reality of working in a hospital where things go wrong and people die.. The Last Kiss was the more serious side of Scrubs, and of Zach Braff. It was interesting, but also depressing to watch, but still, just a movie, and not Scrubs, cos Scrubs is just awesome! :D

Tonight, 'tis Dropkick's night! I've never seen them live but I've heard so much about it that I'm very *very* excited!! Here's hoping that my knee is in one piece, for apparently the moshes are insane, the music is excellent and you can KISS ME, I'M SHITFACED!!!!

Oh, and um, the rest of the week is gonna be filled with going-away parties, graduation parties, birthday parties, Christening parties, going to Waterford and being back up in time for Monday when I'll be off to see Opeth and Paradise Lost.

It's all happening in Dublin, and it's all happening now ..... 'cept for the bits that are down in Waterford....

-d

Friday, October 13, 2006

Wow it's been a while...

See, this is why I never keep a diary, I wander off and lose interest :)

So, in recent news, I got a pet, and he is only adorable! He's a four month old bearded dragon and I called him Gir, yes, he's just that cute! He was only 6inches long when I got him, aboot a month ago, but he's up to 8inches now, growing steadily and eating lots of crickets and a few greens. My parents haven't met him yet but already hate him >:D My mom tried to convince me the other day that I should be careful or he'll try to jump into my mouth...emmmmm......NO! He damn well understands that you shouldn't leap into the mouth of something bigger than you, it's a good way to get dead!

So, aside from my adorable little guy... I've rejoined taekwondo! It was aboot time really, what with the being out for bloody ages! Of course, after the first session my arm muscles and *especially* my leg muscles ached! Oh, and I managed to somehow sprain my ankle without realizing...it's healed up already though, it was only a light sprain...

The song currently stuck in my head is Awakening, by these guys. I was at The Village on Wednesday night to see them :D Obviously enough I was late into work the next day, oh, and my boss caught me napping...whoopsie!! Thank the great fluffy Heavens that it's Friday...1, 2, 3 .... DRIIIINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***EDIT*** Hehe, unlucky for some!
-d

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Random Drunks

Random annoying drunks who interrupt conversations to give their own opinions are awesome.

That is all.

-d

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Moving Blues

I think I'm dying, I really think I am. Not even this coffee is waking me up! After an exhausting week, starting last Thursday there's still no end of things for me to do! I'm moving flat so, starting on Thursday, I had to pack up all my stuff and start moving it. Of course the lift in my new place broke and since I'm on the third floor, up four flights of stairs with me and my boxes. This went on on Thursday and Friday evening after work, then early Saturday morning. Saturday evening I did some cleaning, Sunday morning I did more packing and cleaning, during the afternoon I brought another load of stuff over, this time sans car. Monday was taken over because my old roommate from Austria was in Ireland so I went to see her, accidentally staying out late, so what I really needed was some rest!

Not a hope! I couldn't sleep last night with the lads already moved out even though we'd done a major cleaning session and I was exhausted. Then my alarm started beeping at 6:30 this morning and I had to get up and do two trips with my rucksack full of food and added things I'd forgotten over to the new flat. Got back just in time to let in yer wan that I was giving the keys back to. She went around the whole flat and told me it was filthy. We have to reclean the lads' bathroom, my shower, all the skirting boards, the hall and sitting room floor, the entire kitchen and all the countertops otherwise she was gonna take 340e (roughly) out of our deposit to pay for cleaners :( I'm exhausted and was hoping to go over to my new place this evening to sort out my stuff, but now I don't have a chance cos I'll have to spend the evening cleaning and *then* go meet my folks who decided to come up to Dublin to visit just when I don't have any free time :/ Shoot me? Please?

Durshka out.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Isn't he so cute?!

This is Dave (he prefers to be called Daidie), doesn't he make the most adorable six foot two clown you ever did see?!! (Note: blurred due to using a camera phone)



-d

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Good Morning Sunshine!

So this morning I awoke from a dream which had a spider handgliding around my room. Entertaining as this was I'm terrified of spiders so not all that great. Anyways, I woke up and looked up to see a spider three sizes the size of a normal daddy long legs spider crawling across my ceiling. Now I don't know if I actually saw it or not, I'm very short sighted. Basically, it terrified me and I've been sleeping on the couch since then waiting for my flatmate to get up and check the top of my wardrobe for me. It makes vague sense because my rucksack from Austria had another hidden spider which eventually vanished and I don't know how big those scary foreign spiders get. I'm just hoping I imagined it.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Spraoi!!

This weekend saw me eloping down to Waterford for the Spraoi festival. It was a good laugh! I got to meet up with a bunch of friends I hadn't seen in ages as well as watch a life-size puppet show and some aerial acrobatics. This was all topped off by a scary nighttime parade (which terrified my friend's 20 month old son 'til he was brought back from the barrier) and a fireworks display.

On to the nights out! Friday I stayed in Dublin as 'twas my friend's house warming party, and a beautiful place it was too. The night managed to go smoothly and we all got merrily drunk. At aboot 3am we were all kicked out, and since lil' Ivan lives far away he ended up on my couch. Now, do you imagine that little shit let me sleep?!! Oooooohhh nooooo, he kept me up 'til 6am talking aboot serial killers! >:( Now, all that I wouldn't mind 'cept I had to get up at 9:30am to get the bus to Waterford :/

Anyhews, the Saturday night was a laugh, my friend (with the 20 month old son) was having a baby shower for her soon-to-be-born daughter. So, drinks at her place! Then out to the pub with her youngest brother and another of her friends. I kept bumping into people I knew, the terrors of small towns, and eventually bumped into my neighbour. He's friends with my older brothers and has been away in the states for a while (so has forgotten proper etiquette). He ended up walking me home (since the others lived in the opposite direction and sure he's my neighbour and my brother's friend and he should know better than to lay a finger on me!! Bah!!) Fecken eegit hit on me the entire way up the road and tried to kiss me (yes, I counted!) five times!! He just wasn't taking no for an answer, no matter how much I laughed at how pathetic he was! He even tried texting me the next day calling me "maneater" and inviting me out for a drink! Just because I didn't want to kiss the guy would *not* make me a maneater! Now I'm just wondering should I tell my brothers or not, they'd probably go for him and I hardly need *that* on my conscience! *sigh* Why are men so dumb?!!

-d

Friday, August 04, 2006

Forgetfulness

Have you ever gone through one of those times when you're completely forgetful. I'm not talking about forgetting where you left your bag or shit once in a while then saying "Oh! I'm so forgetful! Hah hah!!" I'm talking about those times when it doesn't rain but it pours. I'm generally good at keeping track of things. My room may be a complete pigsty, but *I* know where everything is, and I mean everything! However, these enchanting moments where my memory works perfectly are also accompanied by times when my brain just goes to sleep. It only happens periodically, but now and again I'll just forget anything that's not tied to me!

This week was one of those! The other day, whilst in the midst of this I tried to leave my flat to go to work. I was going to cycle in, so I'm in the basement when I realise that I've forgotten my helmet, and have to go back for it. This was then followed by going in and out of my flat three times because I kept forgetting things. I eventually left and realised that I'd left all my rings behind, but by that stage...fuck it!

Today, as I left my flat I made sure I had everything...ummmm...not quite! I left my damn wallet behind me! This contained any money that was in it, all my cards (with which to get money) and my keycard to get in and out of work :/ BOLLOXED!!

Thus far, I can get into work through the very out of the way back door, ie: the bike shed, which I have a key for but can barely get in cos the lock's so stiff, and I went to the bank, knew the teller and could get out money...

So what else have I forgotten...oh yeah!! My friend's having a baby shower this weekend and I need to get her new baby a gift but neglected to get out enough money to pay for it... Wonder if I'd have enough time to get it tomorrow morning when I'm hungover and heading for a bus...

Durshka out.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

David Gemmell - RIP

It's always a scary thing to have a household name. Someone who you've never met but whose deeds influence your every day life, in small ways, but ways you remember.

David Gemmell was one of these, I've read most of his books, those I haven't read are currently sitting in my to-read file. He was the first adult fantasy author I'd ever read. Reading through Lion Of Macedon, stolen from my older brother's hoard of books, I realised that I loved fantasy. I love going to a remote world where (to be poetic) imagination and the sword rule the day! However, it wasn't as simple as that! David Gemmell introduced me to characters like Druss, Waylander and Jon Shannow (Waylander being by far my favourite). These were ... to *attempt* to describe them, the kind of old western heroes you used to come across, tortured by their past, harsh and unforgiving, a lot of the time thinking "what the *fuck* am I doing here?!!", gritty! He had the clean cut characters, who were doing it for greater glory...these he generally tore down and made dirty, that or they were pricks! What I'm saying is, although he introduced me to fantasy, he also thought me that fantasy didn't have any rules, that was what was so fantastic about it! You don't need dwarfs, elves or dragons for a fantasy novel (though they do make some great additions) you just need to be able to follow your imagination wherever it will go.

He was a great author and had a brilliant imagination, one I'll sorely miss. I'm just happy he let the rest of us come along for the ride.

RIP David Gemmell.

-d

Friday, July 28, 2006

Bad Day

Ok, so it hasn't been long enough to be a bad day just yet...However, since arriving in work, all of 40mins ago I have discovered that:

- My key to the bikeshed doesn't work, so if I don't get the proper one by the end of the day my bike will be locked in
- I forgot the top I'd picked out to wear in work today so I'm stuck in a very sticky and sweaty spagetti string top that *just* about covers my boobs but nothing else, no, not even that!
- Out of the three e-mails I sent to places saying "I'm interested in that room you have free" two have already replied that they've already let it, the third hasn't responded
- My thinkgeek order is being delayed until I can scan and e-mail my billing address details...and I don't have a scanner! (*note: not a discovery, I already knew I didn't have a scanner)
- My office doesn't have a scanner (I'd expected they would)

Yay! :/

-d

*Update* Turns out my key for the bikeshed does work...I'm just weak :/

Thursday, July 27, 2006

When the cat's away...

I'll get in a shitload of trouble! So, my two flatmates pissed off to Amsterdam for a week and left me all alone!

Notable things which happened while they were gone:

Day One:
I was sitting at home (thankfully I got home from work early that day) when I heard someone trying to open the door. Got up and looked out the peephole, some guy was bent down trying to shove a key through the keyhole and there was a bunch of girls with him. Since it was only early evening, I opened the door, glaring spectacularly, and asked him what he thought he was doing. Apparently he was from Mason's (not our Estate Agents) and thought the place was empty and was trying to get in to clean the place. Much as it would be nice to have the place clean, the fact that there were still people living there meant it was the wrong apartment, so he went away, eventually. Good thing I was home, I wouldn't like a bunch of strangers getting into my flat even if it was to "clean" the place :/

Weekend:
I went out Saturday night for a good girlie night, which was fun. For once I got all done up, looking the bee's knees and the cat's pajamas if I do say so myself (I *never* get dressed up...). Apart from the scary guy at the bar (I complimented his pac-man t-shirt and he asked me straight off if I had any "pills") I had a good night. Until I tried to get a taxi, which took forever! The taxi driver was a nice foreign guy who I chatted away to. As he dropped me off he asked if I was going straight in to sleep, then he asked me (whilst outside my apartment block so the git knows where I live..) if I wouldn't prefer to go back to his place and share a bottle of wine. Need I direct you to here? I told him that I had to go back in because my flatmates, two horribly over-protective guys, were waiting up for me and if I wasn't home they'd go mad! Then I got the hell out of there!

Last Night:
So it was my last night alone in the flat, I had feck all food but lots of beer... What was a girl to do?! So into the beer I did plunge! :D This was all well and good except that I'd barely eaten all day and to top things off, I'd cycled home using up all my energy. Needless to say, I was talking to God on the procelain telephone soon after. Generally I'd think "crap" and that'd be that. However, because I was home alone...I got scared :/ I started thinking that maybe I wouldn't stop throwing up, maybe I'd bang my head or maybe I'd simply pass out. So...I rang my friend Niall, the poor fucker! His phone was turned off so I left him a message saying something along the lines of "I'm really sick, I need your help, I'm really scared, could you come over please??". Eventually, as these things happen, I passed out. When I woke up I had five missed calls, a text message and a voicemail from Niall. He said he had to listen to the message three times before he could make out who I was or what I was saying and then I think I terrified the poor guy, I know I'd be scared shitless if I got a similar message from a friend..

The Next Day:
My wonderful flatmates finally got home, and Niall forgave me for putting his heart crossways :D So now I can put all of this horrid business behind me and bask in the glory that is their protection from strange goings-on.. Pity I move out all by myself in a month :(

Durshka out.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Things are never easy

Below is a typical day for me...and you all wonder why I have feck all to do in work

Boss: You need to write a script! We need it asap, get to it!!
Me: Yessiree, siree!

1: Computer's b0rked
> Try to find who's responsible
2: Computer's the wrong computer
> Try to get my one back
3: Computer got plugged in too hastily, mixed-up the keyboard and mouse whilst not paying attention
> Have to reboot the computer to make them work
4: Shortcut to server has vanished
> Ring guy who knows aboot such things
5: Guy who knows aboot such things is gone
> Try to copy shortcut from another computer
6: That's the wrong shortcut
> Ring someone else to ask for their shortcut
7: They're busy
> Get them to call back to get the details later
8: Scripting has since been disabled on that server
> Send email to random guy to get it re-enabled
9: First guy calls, apparently testing was never enabled on that server
> He's gonna look into it for me, I have to wait

Waiting...waiting.....

Durshka out

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Evil subconscious

Yup! 'Tis official! My subconscious is infinitely evil!

I have this talent right, if I really really need to get up at a certain time, I can set an internal clock. I just repeat the time in my head over and over before I go to sleep and I generally wake up in or around that time. It's very handy, doesn't always work and I use it as a backup to the good old alarm clock.

Last night, I did *not* set this internal alarm. This morning I was quite happily snoozing my alarm clock and accidentally sleeping in. However, my subconscious had other plans. Instead of me just coming fully and completely awake for no reason (that's the internal alarm clock method) my subconscious decided to shake me awake, literally! It remembered that while I was sleeping late I was becoming perilously close to missing my morning briefing, so it took matters into its own hands. I woke up because my entire body convulsed, I shook all over, leaping aboot an inch off of the bed! I wasn't having a nightmare, I don't have epilepsy, my subconscious simply decided that the best way to wake me up was to shake my entire body 'til I woke up fully...

*EVIL*

Durshka out.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Long weekend + sun == yay!!!

Lovely weather atm, long may it last, touch wood and all that. I'd a *very* long weekend just past!

Let's start on Thursday, I had work on Friday, but tis a good place to start.. The lads finished their exams, so...off to the pub!! We went to see X-Men 3 first, imho (and quoting Niall), they shat all over it!! >:( Wasn't half as good as it shoulda been, I'm very annoyed!! Then we went on to the Mezz and all sorts of frolics and fat frogs were had. w00t!

The night ended, alas, and I had to make my way home whilst the other's went back to a house-party :/

Friday, up for work, or rather, in for the fry-up, early enough...but it was sunny!! So lunch just *had* to be spent sitting on the grass in the sun! Siobhan couldn't join me, the wench had taken time off work *especially* to sit in the sun this week, but she got sunburnt the day before. Not that I'm jealous or anything, but it serves her right! ....then karma kicked in and I got sunburnt too, thankfully not too much!

Saturday, out in the sunshine for me! I discovered that my balcony doesn't actually get the sun during the day, so off out into the grass behind our flat! I um...may have accidentally exposed myself, don't think anyone was looking, who'd have thought that gravity would have something to say aboot my bikini?!

Anyways, then I headed into town to look at some plastic ducks have a race, I shit you not! My bro was interested in going so along we went, got bored, went and sat in Temple Bar with ice-creams and sun and all sorts of jolly frolics! We even got a duck each :D

Saturday night, out for the eldest sibling's birthday. We went to Sin è. It's actually quite nice, some poor old gent with a long beard and a big hat got moved from his seat cos of us, we just clustered aboot him and he got frightened away...whoops!

So the night ended, and no taxis were in sight, bastards went on strike, so good ole Stevie was willing to put me up and even give me his bed!! Bless, what a gentleman! :D

Sunday involved getting home and changed then out to Greystones. I was aiming to get there aboot 3/4pm, didn't arrive til after 6! It took me four and a half hours to get from my flat to Greystones! I just kept missing darts, most of them by 1 min or so >:( Twas very vexing! However, I finally made it! Ppl were met, faces placed with names, gifts exchanged, hugs demanded and birthday greetings delivered, so twas all good!! :D

My old roommate, Cony, gave me a call-back eventually! :) I'd been trying to ring her all day but couldn't get through so she had to ring me back in order for me to wish her a happy birthday (yes, three birthday's in one weekend, two actually on the same day!) Chatted to her for ages AND I might get to see her when I'm over in NovaRock!! Yays!!! :D

Monday...well, I slept, it was good. :) Then I watched Stargate, which was bad. :( They decided to kill off a character.....I cried.....alot! :,( Kev didn't answer his phone to console me either >:(

Anyways, I finally got up, showered and headed over to Niall's, just in time for a bbq! :D Sitting on a blanket in the sun, with a cold brew and bbq food...it was, as we say, the life! After this, myself and Niall got busy putting up a tent! A few cans really help! Anyways, it's a good big one (good man Queuey!) which will be perfect over in Austria! This all sorted, down to Myos with us, which I'd never been in, all sorts of entertaining til I had to head home.

When I got home... >:( Dave has been leaving the sitting room window open *all* the time cos he's "too warm". Windows open at night == SPIDERS!! >:( One of whom was *massive*!! I had to get rid of him myself cos they wouldn't!! Mean boys! Thankfully he was on the ground, so a good hearty wallop from my boot sorted him out..but honestly! I'm terrified of spiders, STOP INVITING THEM IN!!! >:(

Well..now I'm back in work so that's it!

-d

*EDIT* Hee hee, 6-6-06 -> Date of the Beast!

Monday, May 29, 2006

Feck all news

But it's been a month since I last posted. Life has continued as boring as ever, my google bomb worked :D Special thanks to Billy!

Emmmm...well I spent the entire weekend sleeping through each day, cos I was sick, then watching Stargate SG-1 all night, cos it's brilliant.

Michael Shanks goes on the list, is all I have to say...actually, I think he's now top of it...sorry Brad!

Btw..how come all the good men are already taken?! :((

-d

PS: Just in case you don't understand the list, here's the first google hit I found with anything to do with it!

Friday, April 28, 2006

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Yayness..

So things are picking up round aboot these parts! Work finally has stuff for me to do so I'm not spending all my days in abject misery. ....Pity it's just programming macros in Excel.

My laptop's fixed, YAY!!! :D Thanks to Daidie, the bestest of the best!! In the end we had to delete the Linux partition...then he ran like a charm...alas, fair Linux, we loved thee well! Since then I've been catching up on Farscape, what a show! :D

Nova Rock's all paid off, I have tickets to Metallica and Opeth before I go and all sorts of shenanigan's and hi-jinks are to be expected :D It's gonna be awesome!

Our trip is:
Flying from Dublin to London
Staying overnight in Stansted Airport
(To quote Dermo.."We have tents!!")
Flying from London to Bratslavia
Then hopping on trains and buses all the way from there to Nickelsdorf
It'll take two days to get there and two days to get back. During that time we won't be staying in any hostels...the concert's a three day camping affair...I *will* smell!!

...Remind me never to let Dermo organise our travel plans again...

Durshka out

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Owie my Fruitbasket!

Sentiments from Monday. Thank Christ I had the day off work...and considering he died for me to have that, make it a literal thanks!

I gave up alcohol for Lent, yes, it was foolish, no, I didn't save a pile of money, and maybe...I think it was a mistake. After a few pints on Sunday, I *knew* it to be a mistake! My tolerance for booze has plummeted! I only had aboot 5/6 pints before leaving the table to go talk to God through the porcelain telephone. Granted I hadn't eaten all day, but generally I can get to 8/9 pints before being wasted and get up to 12/14 before puking sets in :( (and that's light-weight for an Irish girl, I'm a vodka drinker, give me a bottle of that and watch me go all night!) So Niall bundled me into a taxi and I went home, where I did the toilet to bed to toilet circlet for the rest of the night...yay! :/

My flatmate was, of course, most supportive. He hadn't expected me back and was quite shaken to hear noises coming from my room at 2am. So...
Kev: "Are you alright?!!"
Me: "...Noooo"
Kev: "OK so, goodnight!"
Such a blessing of a guy :D

Monday was spent sitting on the couch. They had Star Trek movies and Charmed marathons on all day, so I watched way too much of them..with my glasses off because they hurt my eyes. I had the beautiful internal monologue of "I will not puke...I will not puke" running through my head for the day and my stomach felt like a truck had just crashed into it at 60mph.

All in all...it wasn't the best of returns to Dublin I could have hoped for...but at least I got a Baby Guinness :D mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

-d

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Good Ideas

Literally, I'm tempted to tie this girl up in our basement with 1,000 monkeys and 1,000 typewriters for 1,000 days just to discover what else she's got up her sleeve!

[moonbeam] we should have a vodka jelly and creme egg party

Friday, April 07, 2006

Not to be complaining or anything but....

SONUVA FUCKEN BUTT MONKEY!!!!!!!!!!! >:(

*kicks random objects*

If somebody wouldn't mind terribly going over and blowing up the Revenue, and possibly my Payroll Office, I'd be very grateful and quite chuffed? Please? Thank you? Maybe?!

Yet again, the fucken sons of bitches have decided to give me money for no reason. "Oooohhh, gooooodie!!" you might say. NO! That's what the shaggen Tax Office says as they steal that extra cash, and a bit on the side, so I get nothing but headaches, rage and confusion!! Now, I'm not saying my Payroll is directly responsible, I'm not saying the Tax Office is directly responsible...I *am* saying that those two fuckers are in cahoots in an evil plan, possibly involving laundering funds, most definitely involving PISSING ME OFF!!

Can I not have an indeterminate time involving getting paid and taxed what I'm supposed to be (or at least what I'm used to being paid/taxed) without having to now take time out of work and go queue in the Tax Office for the next week to get this mess sorted out!! (and when I say week, no I'm not exaggerating, no matter how much crap and documentation and shite you bring with you to those *evil* holes, you've never brought everything! Those bastards LOVE making you go home and come back and queue the next day!! Even when you do have everything, they might decide not to actually see you, you'll get to talk to the queue monkey for a minute before being sent home (I know this from personal experience)) FUCKERS!!!! >:(

*pants and regains vital air*

Sorry...needed a bit of a rant there....all systems will return to calm now...calm...BUTT MONKEYS!!!!!!!!!! .....now

*relaxed sigh*

-d

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Happy Days are here again!

I've come to the terrible realisation..my mood is completely and totally effected by the weather. Over the last couple of weeks I've felt totally like crap. I've been particularily down and had loadsa paranoia. I love my form of paranoia, I don't think everyone hates me/is out to get me, instead, I think all of my friends hate me and are really annoyed by me. When I get into these moods I generally remove myself and ostracize myself from goings-ons due to feeling like I don't belong/that everyone's annoyed that I'm there. I know I have very little to base those feelings on but that still doesn't make me feel any better or make me act any saner. Take the fact that for the last few weeks I've been treating my flatmates like crap for shits-and-giggles...whoops! Sorry guys...bad weather, y'know? I also tend to feel like my life is going nowhere and that nothing I do is going to get me to a place where I'll be happier..and I know it's not PMS before you even *dare* suggest it, as that never takes this long...

It is REALLY. FUCKEN. ANNOYING!! I. HATE. EMO!!! >:(

Thankfully, I feel ... well, wonderful today. Just being out in the sunshine made me feel so much better, walking aboot with my head in the clouds, feeling I can do anything, like I have a whole lifetime of joy ahead of me, rakes of opportunities and a buttload of friends on whom to call whenever I need them...

Stoopid damn weather stoopid controlling my thoughts/actions...Yay for sunshine, boo for crappy Irish weather...etc, etc, I'm gonna go back out in the sun now before lunch is over :D

-d

Monday, April 03, 2006

I'm. Feeling. Like. Crap.

I dunno, must be all the late nights and early mornings I keep having. As well as having to run around with a wet head as I don't have time to dry my hair. Why can't offices understand that I'm a night-owl?! I enjoy staying up til 5am arsing aboot and doing feck all! Unfortunately, due to "work", I can't :/ It's very annoying!

Take last night for instance, I was playing FF. It took me an hour and a half (plus two large bosses and aboot eight minor ones) to reach the next save point, all the while considering the fact that I told myself I'd be asleep over an hour beforehand...at that point I wasn't even enjoying the game!

One game I do enjoy however, and I suffered for it by having my boots caked in so much mud I'll probably never get to wear them to work, was paintballing! :D Oh fill me up with utter sunshine and send me hurtling over to splatter on my friends and give them colourful lumps that take a week to disappear!! It was fan-fucking-tastic!! (Also, as you may have guessed, my first time ;)) All sorts of killage, myself and Billy teamed up to great effect and our team won! There was hiding, kamikaze-ing (mainly by Dermo, Sean and Joe...alas poor Joe, we knew him well...until he went running into the killzone and was hit at close range by at least 4 guns going off spectacularly...he fell to the ground in agony ;D), dying, crawling through mud rambo style, the lot!! (I was the person caked in more mud than paint by the end, it actually soaked through all of the khaki gear and left me looking a disgrace heading back into town...hehe).

So when we got into town, away to the pub! Here I made a very bad mistake....I talked to a Polish dude. His very *very* drunk Polish friend (who looked an utter scumbag, had no English, was shorter than me by at least an inch, had bad hair, etc, etc, etc) decided that he should chat me up...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Eventually he managed to stagger out the sentence "is..is your he-heart..is it free?". Thanks for the way out buddy! He was met with a firm "no!". (Yes, I may be a bitch...but it was the easiest way out). I went back inside, to my friend Dermo, and managed to persuade him, by way of beer, which apparently is cheating, to pretend to be my fella for the night! :D This was, of course, hilarious! Poor guy didn't know what hit him (and no, there was no scoring or any such thing, just lots of cuddling close and him berating me for being an "evil whore") ;) He loved the affection, really!!

Back home I eventually headed on the dear old Luas! Whilst heading for it I noticed a paddy wagon and an unmarked car parked there. Some BanGardai were out talking to a few scumbags, but when the Luas arrived they hopped in their car and steamed off (crimes to fight and whatnot). What was also amusing was that when our Luas arrived at the stop, the security guard, who's supposed to be on it late at night...got off?!! We were halfway home when the brawl broke out. Three guys piling on one, a fourth trying to join in but the fifth mate was holding him back. I looked on with the usual Dublin blaisè attitude, until the fight started to move towards me. All the guys sitting near me, as one, got up and went to the other end of the Luas. I wasn't hanging around for this shit, so I joined them. In the midst of this mass exodus, a little pink bombshell of a lady comes running down the Luas, pushing us all out of her way and into the middle of the fight, shrieking at the top of her lungs. I felt this would take a while so grabbed a seat beside a hot young chap who was far too young for me and we both started slagging off the foreigners who hadn't a clue what was going on.

Good on that lady, she broke up the fight! She let them have it with a good tongue lashing while some random man stepped forward and dragged the one guy, who'd been pummelled, the hell out of there and further up the Luas. From the screaming she was doing at the other guys it turned out that the fecken eegit had decided to pick a fight with *five* guys and throw the first punch! Then, his face covered in blood, being protected by some random guy, he jumped around him to leap back into the fight, this time restarting it around the woman (and her sister who'd joined in). It was hilarious! Well, it was terrible...but c'mon, all the guys were trying to aim their punches around the women while the women utilised their handbags and shrieked at the top of their lungs :D

Eventually the Gardai showed up, the three guys legged it, the women got to bitch to everyone who'd listen aboot "three on one isn't fair" and we all got to go home, just in time for work the next day :/

I'm not even gonna go into the weekend!

-d

Friday, March 24, 2006

Dru...THEY GOT ME WRONG!!!

Then again, everyone thinks I'm older than I actually am...maye I act mature or something? .....Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!



You Are 24 Years Old


Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Men...

I've decided I have well and truely had enough of them...

Take the conversation I had with my flatmate this morning when I forgot to set my alarm, awoke and couldn't find my phone and hence the time:

ME: "What time is it?"
HIM: "Late!"
ME: "No, I've lost my phone, what is the actual time?!"
HIM: "Quarter to."
ME: "Quarter to what??!!"
HIM: "Nine."

How damn obfuscated must you get?! Obviously if someone asks the time, they'd like to know the time, please? Thank you? If it's not too much bother?? Not *your* version of the state of the time, but the actual time!

Also, men are disgusting...conversations aboot zits and verucas ... just aren't pleasant while I'm trying to have my morning coffee... :/

-d

Monday, March 20, 2006

A whole lotta metal..

Saint Patrick's Day went without too many hitches. I ended up in the proverbial arsehole of nowhere, otherwise known as Ivan's place, for shits, giggles and double vodkas. We ended up back at some random house party, which wasn't so much a house party as a hall party (yes, they somehow squished aboot 20 ppl into the hall of a house and wouldn't let them go any further...). Then back to Ivan's, I *may* have *accidentally* fought with Katie, something aboot me being mean and her having a big head....I'm not exactly sure what caused that...and I got to sleep aboot half 6.

The next day was spent arsing aboot Rathcoole and having fights using mandarins as ammo. Then into town we went and off to see Dragonforce. Thanks to my brother and a lovely lady who gave me two tickets, I was enroute! To be honest...I went primarily to spite Niall, who loves Dragonforce but flew out of Dublin that day. He was so bitter...it was hilarious!! >:D In the end however, I had a really good time! They're most definitely a band who go all out to "put on a show" and they do!! Plus...the fucken pit was huge!! >:D All sorts of getting me in there!! Hehe, funny story, one of the guys with me, doesn't know me all that well, I was to one side, looking on at the pit and choosing a target...he flung me behind him and made me stay there to keep me safe cos he didn't want me to get hurt, he was trying to protect me! Sweet and all as this effort was, as Dermo so eloquently put it "DUDE!! You shoulda been tryin' to protect the pit FROM HER!!" :D

After Dragonforce, along we went to Fibbers, to arrive just in time to see Silent Conflict go onstage. Now I've seen these guys before, and let me say that they were good then, and they've *hugely* improved since! It may have been caused by seeing Dragonforce ten mins before going in, but everyone was raged up and away! Fibbers dance floor is quite small so just enough space for a mayhem pit. I claimed tiredness and mostly stayed moshing to myself out of it...this being said, once or twice some lessons had to be taught and a few skulls bashed, mine included :/

After they were done, Mike Got Spiked went on...now, these guys are getting a bit of a rep around Dublin, probably deserved, I can't say. They got more ppl up to see them than Silent Conflict, however I believe this is their devoted following I've been hearing a lot aboot. Silent Conflict however were well able to appeal to those fresh from Dragonforce and get the room shaking some more! I even bought their album! Truth be told, it's disappointing :( Only four songs, when I wanted to hear much more of them, and the sound on it is off. Well, not that I'd be a good judge of it or anything...I suppose I'm biased because they sounded so much better live! There's no way a CD could live up to that! I was still well chuffed with it though as I managed to get four of the six guys to sign it! :D Three cheers to that girl who somehow managed to have a silver pen on her!!

Em...that's it...other than that I spent ~30hrs watching Stargate, my thanks to Kev who lent me his laptop whilst he was away. I woke up on Sunday with 12+ assorted bruises, an aching back and neck, and no voice, thanks be to Silent Conflict and Dragonforce (damn Dragonforce and losing my voice within the first ten mins...I wanted to scream for longer...). Now I'm back in work and have little to do...remind me to pay for Nova Rock this week... w0000000000000000000000000000t!!! :D

-d

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Monday, March 06, 2006

Nothing of note

Exactly as it says on the tin folks, I'm just bored in work so decided to have a wee ramble here, hey, isn't that what I created a blog for?!

Played quasar over the weekend, they changed the rules!! >:( I was very *very* annoyed! I spent the whole time going for the base only to discover that:
A) Shooting the base no longer gives you points
B) The fucken thing shoots back!! (I was wondering what that buzzing was....)

Ah well, forgive me while I plaster on a fake smile and plough through this shit one more time.

-d

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Riots in Dublin...what a time to go to Waterford

Dunno what's up with the server, but blogspot is going up and down like yer ma. *Conscientiously moves her typing to a separate textfile* cos there's nothing more annoying...

I was arsing aboot online today and indulging in my own personal paranoias, I found some new joy in the online world... HAH HAH HAH!! IDIOTS!!!

Moving swiftly on, yesterday was a load of fun! I fed aboot 12 ppl pancakes, and all was merry and good. A deck of cards *mysteriously* appeared and a game of Kings ensued. Some rules were altered slightly:
Six: is now the mirror card, you get five drinks sent your way that you don't want, send them right back where they came from (this card was used once over the course of three games, but what a usage! Niall nearly cried :D)
Seven: is hands rule, raise your hand over your head, last one to do it, etc.
Eight: rock out or get out! (you have to rock out til the end of the current song)
Jack: is word association
Ace: you only get to invent one new rule..
Some of the new rules were royal bastards! Such as:
Every time someone picks up a red card, everybody drinks (Steve)
Every time someone picks up a black card, everybody drinks (was where it really went downhill, thanks for that one Niall :P)
Every time someone yells Dermo, Dermo has to drink (Ivan?)
Dermo can only have every second drink he's allocated (evil Mark >;P)
Every time someone says yes/no that person has to drink (Dermo? It was used to get around his limited drinking, a-yes yes!)
Gentleman's rules were called into play at one point (Don't have a clue who by, possibly Niall, no-one may be referred to by their first name, abbreviations are not to be tolerated and no swearing, anyone failing in this will have to drink, such a pity ;))
Every time someone says social, everybody has to drink (nice one Ivan)
Every time someone tells a Chuck Norris joke, everyone has to drink
The last was another of Steve's additions....it turned out fantastically, by which I mean we all got horribly drunk! By the end of the game we weren't even telling Chuck Norris jokes anymore, we were just saying random jumbles of words containing Chuck Norris and social and then everyone was slugging alcohol down! These last two rules, though supposedly only having scope in the current game, were so good (or we were so drunk as to not notice the ending of one game and starting of another) they got carried over into more games...I think they should become a permanent feature :D

What else...ummmmmmm....I bought pretty new trousers for the Staind concert this evening :) *dances like a little girl* They're a pair of black combats with flaming skulls on the sides, black chains hanging from them and tatters pieces of black cloth (supposedly to tie into chains attached to the trousers) also attached. They're very new Metal, I'm almost ashamed, I would be too, if they weren't so *cute*!! XD Besides which, tis Staind, I think I'll be fine....

Niall's been telling me I use the word "so" too much and proceeded to point out texts/IMs were I used it twice in the one sentence...must cut down on that sorta thing...but I like the word "so"!! :(

Busy week both before and behind me...
Last Friday: Went to UGC and watching Lady Vengence (taking UGC's spelling... ;)) and Lucky Number Slevin, both *remarkably* good, even though I hadn't even heard of Lady Vengence before going in and probably wouldn't have gone in to see a subtitled movie, I'm glad I did
Last weekend: Waterford, Brazil's 21st
Monday night: Brazil's 21st, The Longstone, involving Fat Frogs and Tequila shots; one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, *floor*
Tuesday night: Pancake party, I was hosting it at Mark and Dermo's place
Wednesday night: Staind concert
Thursday night: Netsoc meeting then going to the cinema with Audrey and Michael
Friday: Possibility of going to the ModLang reception, probably going home to take apart Dagon
Saturday: Wavehunt, myself and my flatmate won 100e each last year, however, with Dagon out of commission I'm only able to be a spectator :(

Yes, you heard me :( Dagon has some form of failure. I believe it's travel sickness, my poor baby hates being dragged down to Waterford. He worked fine in Dublin, but when I tried to boot him up he couldn't reach his Grub menu, instead filling the screening with 01 repeating. I can access the BIOS and a few tests later show that there's some sort of fault with the hd, or something within that vicinity. He won't even boot from a live disc :( We tried knoppix 3.1.2 (I think, not certain of the version, it was the only thing I had on hand) and could get the knoppix logo screen, but when Dave tried to boot it the screen went black and froze like that. He tried several times to get it to work, using failsafe mode and explicitly telling Dagon not to go near his hds while booting, to no avail :( I've still got a few things I can try...next in line is getting Dave to help me take Dagon apart and see if anything rattled loose or is somewhere it shouldn't be. I'd do it myself but....Dagon's my baby!! If I inadvertently hurt him...such as dragging him all the way down to Waterford when I knew he didn't want to go....I'd never forgive myself! :(

And NO, I'm not crazy...I just love my laptop, that's all...I form these types of bonds with a lot of the electronics I own: my PS, my PS2, my phone (when it's not annoying me)...Hell! I bought a blender and hugged it the whole way home since I'd never had one before!! (Ivan was well freaked out, kept muttering under his breath then screaming "IT'S A FUCKEN BLENDER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!") However, Dagon is special, for starters, he has a name. Also, he allows me to be online wherever and whenever I want, this is very important to me...being a nerd, the www is one of my few forms of human contact. He lets me play games...granted my PS and PS2 do this as well, but the graphics just aren't the same...but most of all...he gives me warez, I watch so many movies and series on that laptop it's not even funny, I wouldn't be bothered watching them on TV yet I'll sit in my room and watch them on Dagon....I want him back!! Now!! I hadn't even finished watching two series of StarGate!! :((

Durshka out

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Groggy

I made an effort to be nice yesterday, so I stopped and talked to one of those charity ppl who are always trying to sign you up...yes, I can be nice and no, it wasn't *entirely* based on the guy being cute ;) Long story short, I still managed to avoid signing up, though he did get me to jump on the spot..

After that fiasco, I proceeded to the pub. Several enlightening conversations later, including my flatmates picking up the habit of punching women in the breasts (in an effort to make their breasts larger.....no, seriously!) I proceeded to TBMC and a charity Stars In Their Eyes. Niall was playing guitar, Ivan was running around doing tech and a few more ppl I knew were clustering aboot. Turned out to be a good night, made even better by the DJ afterwards who started into TV theme tunes. The delicate strands of Fraggle Rock, the hardy tones of The A-Team and the gradually expanding beats of Captain Planet were heard engulfing us all. And we danced.

Unfortunately I didn't complete the night but went home to get up bright and early for work the next day....hence being groggy right now, why didn't I fully enjoy student life while I had the chance??!! :(

Durshka out

Friday, February 17, 2006

ZZZZzzzzz....

Ever get one of those days? Where all you wanna do is sleep...and sleep.....and possibly sleep some more? That's exactly how this day is going. For this, I completely blame Niall. Any time that bastard and myself "go for one" we end up aboot 2am heading back to one or the other's place then staying up half the night, after sobering up on pizza or some other junk food on the way home, watching movies/series/stuff we've ripped that week. This is all well and good and enjoyable until the next morning when inevitably I have to get up, go in, say goodbye to Niall, watch the bastard go back to sleep and leave. It's that part that really bugs me...if only he had to get up and suffer like I do!! Is it too much to ask for?! My desk currently looks akin to a huge fluffy pillow, and my chair could almost be a giant four poster bed...maybe I'm delusional..but so's YORE MA!!

-d

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Three points of note

1. I am so intensely bored in work that I'm currently being entertained by aboot ten little screen mate sheep.

2. w00t! I'm top of the netris board!! (Please note: this position is both coveted and fleeting ... and only exists in the world of our private server where there's multi-player tetris across the net, cool? I know! ;P)

3. Coughing up big hard lumps of flem is not a pleasant experience *takes more relief-giving drugs*

Now - back to other matters .... WAKE UP SHEEP!!! (at this point in time I moved the mouse and the bastards all woke up as one .... hehe >:D)

-d

Monday, February 06, 2006

Total and utter fucken gack!

Is the only way to describe my morning!

The weekend of fun and frolics was well underway and didn't have too many hitches! It ended up starting a day early, totally not my fault! For this one, I'm blaming Niall! I went for one drink, ended up at the St V. de P. children of the 90's table quiz, then at the Longstone, then Doyles and finally back to Niall's at 2am to watch Serenity. Serenity is still SO. FUCKEN. GOOD. Went to sleep aboot 5am, though when I say sleep I actually mean lie awake for a few hours feeling my hangover getting worse and worse. Then it got even better! Cos I'm generally used to going to sleep under several layers of duvets, quilts and throwovers, Niall's spare room was just too cold for me! So I woke up feeling hungover and sick .... yay!

Fast forward a few hours and I'm zooming through city center, grabbing panadol on the way, to get home/showered/changed and then back in to go to the pub. I arrived there at 2ish, and proceeded to drink for the day :) Drank for 12hrs, was fairly sober since I was on vodka (the blessed spirit) and headed home.

Slept a few hours, got up, packed off my still drunk mate to his morning tutorial (insert evil laugh) and began cleaning. *THIS* is the important bit!! I spent 6hrs cleaning (as per usual when I've been drinking vodka) and now I can see the top of my desk!! A feat not accomplished since I moved into my flat in Sept! Needless to say, it stayed clean for approximately an hour before ppl started showing up for the house party, after which, it was a lost cause.. *sigh*

So Saturday was spent mostly in bed...I attempted to clean, my flatmates kindly took over the rest while I went back to bed. I managed to get up and head into town and out for a few drinks, but mitched off early and went home to sleep for 9hrs.

Then came the fun day...Sunday.. I'd gotten 9hrs sleep, the most sleep I'd gotten since Tuesday. Then my body decided that it'd let loose that headcold I picked up on Wednesday (yes, we'd all hoped to have forgotten that by now). I spent the day in bed, sleeping now and again, got 11hrs sleep that night and still could barely move this morning. I feel that gack!! Stoopid headcold >:( Couldn't even take today off work since I'd taken a long weekend, so now my co-workers are stuck listening to me sniffle all day, it's their own tough luck!

All in all, twas good craic, I even got a mention in Drastic, from Gill obviously since Adam hates me ;) Also, I got some very nice pressies, thankee guys!! :D

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Birthday Fun

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Trying to organise something ... ANYTHING ... is a nightmare which should never again be attempted! I *thought* I'd organised everything perfectly ... until I got let down :( People suck and will always let you down. Note: this may not be true, I'm just annoyed. Take this for instance, just for instance, I asked someone three weeks ago to get stuff for my party, all fully arranged, I get paid the 30th of January, if you could have it for me then twould be swell and you have three weeks! Of course this person then turned around, sat on his arse for three weeks, left it til the last minute and now won't have time to get it! >:( I have no time to organise other entertainment!! >:( (ok, you guessed it, I wanted a hot male stripper). It truly sucks!

Apart from that I do believe everything else is going to plan...all the invites have been sent, dunno who's gonna go to anything, my flatmates are well appraised of the situation, I've taken two days off work ... now comes the fun with the birthday cake. I, according to friends who I say are wrong, have no cooking skills. In fact I have been told that they won't eat any cake that I had a hand in cooking. So I'm left with the task of finding a cook. Fine, grand, my brother's a good cook, he's baking my birthday cake (I like homemade cake, I can add as much chocolate as I want :D). Now, if only I knew when he was baking it, I'd be all set! We've had aboot three discussions on the baking of it, and have alternated between cooking it Wednesday or Friday so many times that I've lost track and now I don't know when the damn thing's being made >:( Gah! Tis a nightmare and no mistake ... and I had everything planned so perfectly :(

Aside from that, my tax got sorted, w00t! I got paid, double w00t! I get to finally do c++ in work and get away from evil VB, triple w00t!! And I have three days of partying coming up! :D Drunken w00oooooo00000oooooooooot!!

Hehe, poor planet readers who get dumped with a huge big update deelie! ;P Good thing I don't blog too often!

-d

Friday, January 20, 2006

Snail mail...

....SUCKS!!! Oh man I am so annoyed with things at the moment!

So, I left the college job in November and entered the real working world. I have had a couple of ups and downs but overall things are good! Then, after aboot a month, I noticed that I still hadn't received a p45 (Irish way of reclaiming tax) from my previous employer. HELLO! Big problem!

Due to the payroll ppl in my last job being freeloaders (they work 4.5hrs per day) I had to resort to emails and phone calls to them, repeatedly! When I finally got through to them in mid December I was told that they'd send it out to me but that I wouldn't receive it until the second week or so of the New Year. O.K. I can deal with that, as long as I get the blasted thing. I sent them an email (actually, two or three emails, the entire college staff should all know where I live by now) with my address to post it to and went to the tax office.


So I'm at the tax office, and I've sat through all the queues and made my way to the desk with the tax person who's gonna fix my life and make sure I don't lose half my paycheque to emergency tax. Predicament No. 1: "So...your last employer was Wallis' shop?" "Em...no, I've been working for college for the last six months?" "We have no record for that, your last employment was Wallis!" "I left Wallis a year ago!". At which point the butting of foreheads began. When we eventually got it sorted that I'd been working for the last six months without their knowledge (and still paying normal tax), we moved on to the problem at hand. Predicament No. 2: I had no p45 and Predicament No. 3: it was too late in the tax year to get anything done. She was very adamant aboot that and very disapproving of me for bothering her so late in the tax year as she could do nothing aboot my emergency tax because it was so late in the tax year!! >:( Fucken snobby up-her-hole bitch....

*Anyways* upshot of it all was that I'd be emergency taxed on my coming paycheque (but you pay very little for the first four weeks so you should be fine! Yeah right, lying cow...) and she was sending a tax credit form to my current employer which meant that I wouldn't be emergency taxed after the 31st of December. All sorted, yay!

...No, not really. I waited for that p45, it never came.. The college managed to get my address wrong...All they had to do was copy and paste from my email, print it out and send it! And they messed up. Imagine the following is my address:

Apt. 1,
FleetWood Apartments,
Fakestreet,
Fakeplace,
City 8.

They left out the apartment name...they put in the apartment number, but didn't think that it would need a name.... To make this even more absurd, I got a totally unrelated letter today which was sent to:

Wrongstreet
Apt. 1,
City.

WTF??? *It* managed to get through and was COMPLETELY wrong and my p45 didn't?!! This totally sucks! Also, the post office told me they basically had no way of tracing the letter...

So, after that day on the phone trying to find my p45, and final payslip from college, which they also managed to lose, I got a call from my current payroll informing me that I was still being emergency taxed. Now, if you've read this far, you may have noticed that being sorted out *well* back before Christmas!! Rightio! Impromptu trip back to the tax office to wait for 45mins in a queue then be sent away without having talked to an actual tax person, just the counter guy. This counter guy, who may have been cute if I wasn't foaming at the mouth for tax related blood, told me that my tax credit form had been sent (late), would be received soon, but wouldn't stop me being emergency taxed on this month's pay...

I'd 20% of my pay stolen from me last time, now it's going to be 42%! How the hell am I supposed to pay rent! Since I started working I've gotten poorer!! This working thing really isn't cutting it...I think we should all just go home and sleep...um...forever!

Durshka out!

Monday, January 16, 2006

You're getting married in the morning!!

Ding dong the bells are gonna CHIME!!!

My friend was less than impressed when I began singing the entire song over the phone the day before her wedding ;)

Nevertheless, we married her off, I managed to convince the girl I went in on for the present with to write "May you live long and prosper" on the card (it's not my handwriting, I can't be blamed!). At the reception I was perfectly well behaved. Due in part to my parents attending the afters.. I managed to get a few dances in and not to go near any of the lads in any other respect. I was the model of well-behaved-ness....man, now I feel old!! Stoopid behaving and being sober!!

Well!! I rebel!! I can't have those sorts of lies being spread aboot me that I'm getting mature and whatnot! I'm starting my birthday planning!

So, the plan!

Day 1: Drunk!
This day involves me taking a half day from work and heading straight to Mahaffys (the local). I will be drinking for the entire day and probably heading on to Bruxelles (the metal bar) afterwards.

Day 2: What's your poison!
I'm taking the entire day off work. At aboot 4pm (when I've recovered from Day 1) I'm gonna have everyone who's willing call over to my flat with their assorted poisons (music, drink, etc) and have a jolly good old time!

Day 3: Outing!
This day isn't fully assimilated yet.. I'm considering a cinema trip/meal/something. After this, aboot 8pm, I'll be heading to The Long Stone and then out on the town for a posher night out.

Day 4: Sleep!
Anyone comes near me they're liable to lose an eyeball and several limbs!

So far, so good :D

-d

Monday, January 09, 2006

Weekend Bonanza

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!! What a weekend! If I'd slept for even a little wee twenty hour span of it, I'd have been happy, but no!

Spent all day in work on Friday on the phone sorting out different problems being had with things. So Friday evening, all I wanted was a nice quiet pint, not two, not three, just one, sitting with friends and relaxing. So on with the alcohol! Dunno *how* it happened.....but near the end of the night I was flat out on the seat in the pub half asleep and very very drunk. Niall ended up taking me home, by the time we got off the nitelink, oh look!! I'm pretty much sober again (wtf???). So in we go and watch a few hours of That 70s Show and Family Guy (good times). Long story short, we stayed up til after 5 then Niall came in and woke me early enough in the day (this being a lie, I woke up at 10 and was waiting for him to get his lazy ass outta bed). We proceeded to lay aboot his house all day until in the evening Niall's Mammy drove us over to Ivan's...

Ivan's house parties....are legendary. Kinda like the little runt himself! :D So everyone showed up, Ivan got a 73.6% bottle of rum from a few of us (this had to be hidden later on in the night) and we all started drinking. Ivan's the basist of Outbreed so of course all the lads showed up and regaled us with a good old session out in the shack (which the drummer and guitarist later crashed out in, we do not wanna know what sort of noxious fumes their asses exhumed over the course of the night). Unfortunately I missed most of their playing as I went into the house FOR FIVE MINUTES!! I ended up being away for closer to 40... Was quite pissed off aboot that :( At aboot midnight, the night before kicked in and I headed up to a spare bed and crashed out. Two and a half hours later, in comes Amy-Lou looking for her bag. She leaves, I settle back down and hear from the hall "You woke Reilly? Jeez, that's brave, I wouldn't wanna mess with Reilly". So of course I had to get up to see who it was (turned out to be Amy-Lou's boyfriend who'd known me all of a few hours...he's a good judge of character :D). So up I get, and lo-and-behold, I still have most of a bottle of vodka left :D Into that plunges I! It was aboot 3am by now, the punch had been made and vanished while I crashed (including Ivan feeding some to his thirteen year old sister and getting her drunk) so by now everyone was feeling..what's the word? "Merry" will do. So everyone was merry, and that's when the real fun begins at Ivan's parties :D

So we'll start with Hollywood. It was his first time at one of Ivan's parties, and if this is your first night at Ivan's, you have to puke in the bush! So I pointed out to him the appropriate bush, and over the course of the night he duly made his way to it (my fault probably, but I'll go into Kings in a second). Later, he decided to jump into the bushes, we told him to make sure he didn't jump into the one he'd puked in...so of course he did. Luckily the idiot mis-aimed his jump so instead leaped straight over the bush and landed with a thump into the grass. This point is worthy of note as later on in the night he started claiming that somebody had rugby tackled him and that's why his sleeve was all muddy (all sorts of righteous anger and things ;P). Later again he fell over and clattered his head off of the sideboard, leaving him quite a nasty bump and probably a terrible headache the next day! This was put down to some guy punching him...the poor fella, next thing you know, he'll be out fighting wolves in the field! (Hehe, good old Fionn :D)

Next on the list...pizza! Nothing exciting really happened to the pizza, but it was so damn good it deserved an honourable mention! Ivan's parents ordered 14 pizzas....oh God they were fantastic!

Now, Kings... The rules of Kings are many and complex, moreso as the game continues. Ivan played it at Tall Paul's house on New Year's Eve, hence him being late, getting a taxi and me spraining my ankle. You all sit around a deck of cards spread out face down around a pint glass. Every person must have a drink handy. The turn moves to the left, when it's your turn you must pick up a card and obey the rules listed below. This card is then left face up and you continue until the decks done, which signifies the end of the game. The rules (as we played it, we changed them aboot a bit) were:
Two: Nominate two drinks (one to two people, two to one person, two for you, etc)
Three - Five: Same idea but with three - five drinks
Six: Toilet/Puke/Cigarette Break card (you cannot leave the table without it, you can hold onto it until you need it)
Seven: Mangina/Remove item of clothing for girls
Eight: Get your tits out (everyone has to pull up their tops)
Nine: Busta Rhyme (you say a sentence, person to your left has to rhyme with it and so on, person who fails has to take a drink)
Ten: Social Drink (everybody drinks)
Jack: Slap (the person who draws this card doesn't need to play it right away, but as soon as they slap the table, the last person to slap the table has to drink)
Queen: Quizmaster (again, you don't need to use it right away, however, at some point in the game you must ask a question, whoever answers you, has to drink)
King: The name of the game. Whoever draws a king must fill the pint glass in the center a third full from whatever it is they're drinking. Whoever draws the fourth king, must drink what's in the center glass before the end of the game. If the game ends without them finishing, the glass will be refilled and they must chug it.
Ace: Invent two new rules

Those are the rules of Kings. Naturally enough, on my first game, I got the final king. Two fingers down on that pint and I could feel it...so my pint glass *accidentally* found itself in Hollywood's hands since he had no drink. Hence his puking in the bush and it being my fault .... *shrugs* Fionn, classy to the last, got sick in the kitchen sink, and apparently it tasted of chocolate thanks to Amy-Lou's cake. He also got sick twice more out in the bushes, but that's because he was langered. Some of the new rules for Kings got quite interesting. I liked my one of "Fionn's unconscious on the floor, new rule is, any time someone takes a card, they must hit Fionn" >:D I wasn't as fond of Fionn's rule. His face had sprouted whiskers and a black nose done in permanent ink while he was drunk. So his revenge was "everyone who takes a drink, I get to draw on their faces" I had boobies written in pink across my forehead for most of the night.

Which leads us onto Fionn...oh what a legend! He pulled an eight, did the mangina (testicles and penis between legs so that you have a man-gina) then turned around so that the whole room could see his testicles and penis between his legs. Not being satisfied with this, he decided to streak. We were standing out in the back porch and see a nekkid Fionn flying by. When the guys went to steal his clothes he ran across the dual carriageway, climbed on top of a JCB digger and started parading on top of it saluting the early morning traffic in the buff. When asked aboot it the next day, he denied that it had happened and blamed Bones (Fionn once claimed to have been off fighting wolves when he fell in a field with some dogs).

Which leads us to Bones, what a legend! 7am that morning, he was still going. We're all crashing in his room and he discovers that "there's still some bucky left, waheeeeeeeeeeey". To which he had to celebrate by standing on his bed and downing the bottle of buckfast, staggering all the while, which particularily frightened the people sleeping on the floor beneath him. He bowed to us all, repeatedly, made me get up, give him a hug and tuck him in (such a little sweetie ;) ) and had an argument with the wall because it wasn't his blanket :D When we got up, two and a half hrs later..Bones was still too drunk to stand straight! So into the booze right away with him!

When everyone was at various stages of wakefulness, everyone got quilts, came from beds and crowded Bones' room to watch Ivan's laptop. Therein were several hours lost watching Comedy Central, Family Guy and Invader Zim (good times). Ivan couldn't move much since he managed to "break his ass" climbing over a gate at half 7 that morning to get burgers. I got near Bones' desktop, to which the girls told me that they'd tried but failed to find Bones' porn. One quick search for "pussy" later and I had Bones leaping across the room to delete what porn he had ;P Same search on Ivan's laptop revealed porn he'd forgotten he had..he was very grateful :)

Finally however, an end had to be called, I got the bus into town with great plans: home, food, shower (it was Sunday evening and I hadn't been home since Friday morning) and go to bed. I got home, I got food, I turned on the water and played my ps2 while it heated....I got caught up in the game, didn't turn it off until after 11 and just crashed out late with no shower....and now I'm in work again with no weekend in sight!! I need sleep! :(

-d

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Happy New Beer

Ok! I'm back and bigger than ever for the New Year!! Isn't 2006 AWFUL???!!! Thus far it's bordering on the worst year in history! Well, maybe I exaggerate, but so far it's been pretty lame!

Speaking of lame...to ring in the New Year, I went out and crippled myself, but don't worry, it was all Ivan's fault and any reparations will be coming from him (blonde little gimp that he is...) Here was me, merrily walking down to meet him and pay for his taxi and he yells at me to run! I run, trip, sprain my ankle :/ Right after midnight and all! At least I had two fine strapping young lads to carry me back up the road to my vodka :D What a start! The rest of the night proceeded as expected, fights using 1.5m long cardboard tubes (Penny Arcade style), air guitaring with traffic cones on heads and watching DVD's and drinking til half 6 of the am regions.

Aside from much drinking/limping since, I'm back in work :/ hence being bored enough to blog... However, after the last few days of doing absolutely nothing, by tomorrow I'm going to be so overloaded I won't know what I'm doing! ....yay?

To continue with the New Year's cheer...what hasn't gone up in price?! So far we have our gas and electricity bills, city and country buses and trains, trams, cable TV, cinema (and probably pub) prices going up! How much money do they think we have?!! If it was one or two little things, ok, but that's aboot ten public services just taking a hike up the price ladder! My wallet is shrieking from loneliness! It misses it's money! It's wandering around like a little girl whose puppy just died. Tell me public transport! What did that puppy ever do to you??!!! >:(

Aside from this I've finally opted to go pick me up an unlimited cinema card. I may as well do my little bit to ease my wallet's suffering. Cheap cinema here I come!! Considering that I'm heading to see Narnia today and Just Like Heaven tomorrow, this could be a good thing!

Durshka out