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
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
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
-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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Christmas Freedom
Oh w00ty joy! My team leader told me today that I could take Friday off work to get home in time for Christmas. Reason No. 1 to be happy it's Christmas. Reason No. 2 being lie-ins....after that, I'm stumped!
For instance, a good friend of mine asked me to help get her a present for her fiancee for Christmas. Not to be a normal family, oh no! She's getting him porn! This would be all well and good if they had a computer, which they don't. So it's time to turn to their nerdy friend. Now firstly, I have no interest in porn and secondly, I don't have any porn. This leads me to downloading some. Unfortunately my flatmate has yet again used up our download limit, so this leaves a slight snag in the works. Next up, trying to get porn from a friend! Not as easy as it should be! The amount of guys who flat out lie aboot watching porn is unbelievable!! So I finally got a friend who agreed to give me porn, he had nothing on hand but was willing to download something for me. After the usual hindrances, ie: him wanting to download donkey porn for the laugh, we got ourselves sorted.
Then I looked to finding some space on my laptop. Terrible as it is, he's full (yes, my laptop is male, his name's Dagon and I love him very much). I don't even know if I have room for the DVD burner software! Then considering that I have to convert everything to .vob to be watched on a TV and DVD player setup... :( Carrying on anyway, I managed to clear out some stuff, now I'm waiting for the porn...
Well...there's the next snag! My mate isn't able to make it into town tomorrow. He won't be in til Friday, when I'll be on a bus... Fuck it anyways! I hope she likes That 70's Show, cos that's my backup plan!
Durshka out.
For instance, a good friend of mine asked me to help get her a present for her fiancee for Christmas. Not to be a normal family, oh no! She's getting him porn! This would be all well and good if they had a computer, which they don't. So it's time to turn to their nerdy friend. Now firstly, I have no interest in porn and secondly, I don't have any porn. This leads me to downloading some. Unfortunately my flatmate has yet again used up our download limit, so this leaves a slight snag in the works. Next up, trying to get porn from a friend! Not as easy as it should be! The amount of guys who flat out lie aboot watching porn is unbelievable!! So I finally got a friend who agreed to give me porn, he had nothing on hand but was willing to download something for me. After the usual hindrances, ie: him wanting to download donkey porn for the laugh, we got ourselves sorted.
Then I looked to finding some space on my laptop. Terrible as it is, he's full (yes, my laptop is male, his name's Dagon and I love him very much). I don't even know if I have room for the DVD burner software! Then considering that I have to convert everything to .vob to be watched on a TV and DVD player setup... :( Carrying on anyway, I managed to clear out some stuff, now I'm waiting for the porn...
Well...there's the next snag! My mate isn't able to make it into town tomorrow. He won't be in til Friday, when I'll be on a bus... Fuck it anyways! I hope she likes That 70's Show, cos that's my backup plan!
Durshka out.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Steamed, Fried and Hard Boiled
What is it aboot people? Are some of them born with a stick up their asses or do they get it inserted later on in life?
This post may originate in the bowels of the masses of Christmas shopping I did yesterday, but I'd like to think it found its makings in the wonderful world of irc.
For starters, I think we'll all agree that people should have some sort of intelligence test before they're even allowed near a computer, much less online and interacting with others. Something along the lines of "Do you think 'lol' is an acceptable phrase?" Hit 'no', you may enter the fantastic wonderland of the WorldWideWeb, select 'yes', you may await large men with tanned muscles who will take you away to a wonderland of pain, misery and large objects regularly being inserted into your rectal orifice.
This being beside the point, a certain etiquette should be observed to other users who aren't twats that say 'lol' constantly. Unless it's funny (funny flames are the best) just cease and desist! What the hell is the point of having a full blown argument over the web? Does it make anyone feel better other than the sadist twisted little turds that started it in the first place? Why do they feel the need of having such public displays in front of the rest of us who were happily going aboot our nerdy business? It deducts from such things and has unfortunately resulted in me personally refusing to go into rooms in which I know this shit goes on, rooms which may or may not have been fun before but for the few shitheads who don't know what a joke is, or who find it humourous to inflict their own shortcomings on the rest of the world.
Well, I think that's aboot as vague as I can leave it without having a full blown rant aboot fucken bastards I'd take a great pleasure in slapping.
Durshka out.
This post may originate in the bowels of the masses of Christmas shopping I did yesterday, but I'd like to think it found its makings in the wonderful world of irc.
For starters, I think we'll all agree that people should have some sort of intelligence test before they're even allowed near a computer, much less online and interacting with others. Something along the lines of "Do you think 'lol' is an acceptable phrase?" Hit 'no', you may enter the fantastic wonderland of the WorldWideWeb, select 'yes', you may await large men with tanned muscles who will take you away to a wonderland of pain, misery and large objects regularly being inserted into your rectal orifice.
This being beside the point, a certain etiquette should be observed to other users who aren't twats that say 'lol' constantly. Unless it's funny (funny flames are the best) just cease and desist! What the hell is the point of having a full blown argument over the web? Does it make anyone feel better other than the sadist twisted little turds that started it in the first place? Why do they feel the need of having such public displays in front of the rest of us who were happily going aboot our nerdy business? It deducts from such things and has unfortunately resulted in me personally refusing to go into rooms in which I know this shit goes on, rooms which may or may not have been fun before but for the few shitheads who don't know what a joke is, or who find it humourous to inflict their own shortcomings on the rest of the world.
Well, I think that's aboot as vague as I can leave it without having a full blown rant aboot fucken bastards I'd take a great pleasure in slapping.
Durshka out.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Initial Ramblings
Well la-dee-da, I think we have a blog. Can't say I'll update much, or that anything I recite here will be even remotely interesting, but fuck it, I'm bored in work I may as well bore the whole god damn world as well
So, my week last, there was some London fun involved, except without the fun and more with the blinding pain of every fucken thing going atrociously wrong, being bereft of cash due to a non-working atm card and having to spend several hours each day on trains unless I wanted to be stuck in some crazy backwater village where everything closed by half five, INCLUDING newsagents! Seriously, could they stab me anymore in the back?!!
After that there came a few Christmas lunches, a brand new adorable baby (not mine) and a hen party (again, not mine).
Other than such random happenings, this blog will probably follow a drunken course of nerdiness....I do love my nerdiness ;P
*wanders back to work*
So, my week last, there was some London fun involved, except without the fun and more with the blinding pain of every fucken thing going atrociously wrong, being bereft of cash due to a non-working atm card and having to spend several hours each day on trains unless I wanted to be stuck in some crazy backwater village where everything closed by half five, INCLUDING newsagents! Seriously, could they stab me anymore in the back?!!
After that there came a few Christmas lunches, a brand new adorable baby (not mine) and a hen party (again, not mine).
Other than such random happenings, this blog will probably follow a drunken course of nerdiness....I do love my nerdiness ;P
*wanders back to work*
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