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.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
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
-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
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.
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
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
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