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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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 :/

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.

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

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.

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!

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!

I'm very bored...

So decided to give this a try...

Astonishing Willybum

-d

PS: Anyone care to help out with the bombing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

What Age Do You Act?