Patience yet young padawan's.

Ah yes another day rather exceedingly wasted in the presence of the society but also the fun had as well, so much so that i'm still sort of in that day follow a rather tiny amount of sleep but i will get to that latter.



My day before the night:
Ah my "good intention's" for wednesday was work on my sociology essay. Eh, what happened there i wonder? Yeah, that didn't really come to pass. I had the books with me, i have chosen the question and how i hope to tackle it but as for reading or draught's or work, eh apparently not yet, and i do have several other subjects and an exam to repeat.

Now what i did do was my usual procrastination rounds of the internet, fair game i say, fair game. But after watching some new family guy i got around to writing my story. This being the one I’ve been typing for half a year. So chapter 3, been on that for a while. Just over 32 pages, damn that took a while. Why, well other than editing and so on as i went i was reluctant for a good while, especially with what i just did with it. I revealed a big plot point. I actually started giving additional dialogue to the massive characters i had been building up. It's far from perfect; now that i've reached this moment i know my layered characters need more running up to it. I spent so long diving head first into this universe and describing it with asides while the story chundled along with very little happening i somehow got to this important point and it's far from perfect. I'm not going to go back and fix it yet though. I want to do the aftermath and the moral choices and character usage related to it. After all the wormhole travel is supposed to be slow and all that; so this problem is going to boil on the ship for a good while. It doesn't have to be big reveal then choice, more weighing the options and covering it from all angles while also building upon the characters more and more. Yeah it's difficult, yeah it's a bit messy at the moment but so far more major editing when im only 36 page's and 20,000+ words in and starting a 4th chapter, no thanks i want to actually write that mo fo!

Now i was V proud of getting past that "stumbling block", it was annoying me that i could spit the idea of the plot point out. And obviously i see fault in it but i'm happy i got it done. This was in turn my feeble and misguided excuse to "pamper" myself. Well no, just to switch off and be even lazier. So what did this entail, well with iPod on and earbuds in i strolled around thinking of where i would take it and the read some papers in the Gimby, then LUNCH! Onward to Middle-class haven that is M&S, no no more sperm flavoured smoothies, just the sandwich, crisp and soft drink deal again. Walking out via the art's block i did witness Fox toying with her iPod, thought of saying hello but didn't. Then after picking up a sandwich of that wasn't in the deal and paying around 5 euro something for my lunch by pure mislabelled mistake she (fox) was also queuing in M&S, small world that is this fare city.

Back to the gimby and within a while she was there again with One armed man, good times. No Irish times, bad times. Facebook was a-buzz with outrage of blaspheming liable law thingy. Not good, somewhat random and crazy. And according to "experts" most notably Green Giant it is based on old laws and amendments that needed clarification and all this mumbo-jumbo and apparently it's against how we voted in the UN on certain bill's bushed by Muslim state's looking for similar things. In those instance’s we followed Europe, now we're coming out of nowhere and emulating this little clip. Madness!




Now the night previously i had informed Boop that it may be a good idea for the younglings to meet over drinks to bring in the new year and the future and all that jazz. A bit belated and logistically and chronically difficult and i turn it couldnt materialise but i had the idea and it's the thought that counts i suppose. But of course the night out afterwards was possibly better anyway so i'll get to that in a bit. Eh yeah, wasted day in the chat room, read ALL the papers, although no evening rag to shudder at. Wasted a lot of kb credit's on surfing random thing's like Conservapedia's article on ww1 that seemed to be less controversial that i thought it could be but obviously put a lot of weight on america and pretended the other allies were awful at fighting up to their involvement..... or at least didn't inform you of any facts relating to success, just notable failures and tragedies. After all in the Somme the french were amazing, but because thousands of brits failed it left several dozen mile's of the front in chaos and any gains by one tiny section utterly pointless, for shame.


Obvious talk of Swine flu to and people joked with Cailin that her current unwell nature could be flu or mumps, cruel but hilarious to a least some degree. Then the fresher’s came by with Demi bringing cake and the Padawan's mixing a rather powerful cocktail of some sorts.



The Last escapade of the committee:

So it was a rather amenable and sometimes slow thanking session with a few jibe's at the comment system that some people despised. But all in good taste and everyone was rather happy with their jobs etc. Gammaman upset me briefly but he made up for it later by a hand bump or some such thing just as a general friendship thing. Eh what else, oh yeah it was sad to see Percy go and he did a good job and the future looks bright with Apollo, Joker, Lenn and Boop being some of the head face's in next year's committee.


Onto the partay!:

A little ritual called the Midnight, where at mid night a micro-private business is held where the stonecutter master one last time confers with the sssshh-master and hands over the reins to the new master. This involves a drink in every hand and a lot of cheering. Leading up to this moment, 20 minutes in-between a long thanking session and the actual cheering, i mingled and so on around the room with several face's. Caught up with Kaffee, tried to spur on some kind of plan with the Committee mk2 as for our plan's next year and repeatedly tried to slow Ming down from consuming that cocktail so quickly, fruitless really, but that's cause it had grenadine.... A few more laps and a quick cheeking shoulder tap to gammaman as i passed. I had intended to be assertive and outgoing and all that jazz, plan next year, learn about the website make my presence known and so on. To some extent i did that, i also down a blue bear very quickly and became rather jittery and anxious. Not fulfilling all my "tasks" and generally being a loss for words most of the time.


After the cheering it was on to a club for Z list-ers, or so they said. It was empty; after all it was a wednesday. The spearhead group was not long on it's own when everyone else arrived and the party got started and so on. With this i whipped out my bitchin' camera as my cheap "durable" one was knackered and wouldn't even turn on. To take my place among the party and so on i sort of used the camera for a while to document the proceedings and stake my own little niche and so on. This worked until the battery symbol prematurely appeared and then i was left without that safety net.

This is where thing's get a bit touchy feely so bare with me....
I've been and usually am socially inept at clubs and so on but this one hit me like a train wreck. I knew i was fine i knew i was more than capable of doing anything but for some reason my mind was warped and racing with anxiety. Negativity took hold and i could seem to calm down or shut it up. I didn't want to dance, not exactly easy with r'n'b on shuffle from an iPod somewhere. But i was really panicked; i ducked into the bathroom for some silence at least 3 or 4 times, 2 of which to actually use the bathroom. My pulse was normal, my breathing was normal, my stomach a bit iffy but more hungry then anything. But i was still terrified, wrecked with anxiety and generally feeling reluctant and out of place and it scared me. I knew i was "fine" but i couldn't shut any of it up. It took a very long time for it to go away. Hell it wasn't until the wind-up (down) music at the end of the night that i could actually enjoy myself. Why does it take so long for me to feel comfortable at such things?

I won't over analyse that but it felt pretty shit. On the group continued to a Chinese and that was good fun for a bit, if not rather tired and so on. The group fractured further and what was left of us availed of Lenn's hospitality and walked to the 'bello to crash on his floor. The walk alone was rather hilarious. They were all smashed and slurring and generally out of it. Nearly every minute at least one thing was making me laugh or titter or some such amusement. We finally got there at around 415am and a whispering session of giggle's over whiskey began. I have names for all who were there but i don't have to tell the whole story. It was great fun and it continued till around 6am when the last person left and Lenn went to sleep. This left 6 of us sprawled uncomfortably and in the oddest of ways trying to get some sleep. However this was not easy. Not for me anyway. So many energy drinks throughout my 24 hours of being awake meant i was still up a bit, and full of shit's and giggles. At first the snoring of one person was the funniest thing to me, but then i was tired and it wouldnt stop. Then the person beside him snored intermittently at sound levels that would increase as it persisted. This took a long time to get used to and maybe half an hour before they both moved and changed their breathing to something less audible. 3 1/2 hours of intermittent napping, good time's. Demi was the first to depart and then at some stage so did BD. Upon waking it was just One armed man and gentle ben and myself made our "walk of shame" all the way from the 'bello into campus all still in shirts and jackets or suits. This was 10 am, good times.


I do/did have lectures today but upon missing the first lecture and arriving in town in time for the 3rd, i didn't wander over to D'olier street for 1 or 2 before lunch or the lonely 1 after. I have tutorials tomorrow as far as i am aware so i will get to those in time i guess.


I did have one or two other observations but in trawling through my short term and sleep deprived memory i have lost them somewhere in the abyss that is my train of thought.

So for now i bid you all toddles.

My morning so far, in blog form!

Oh yes, i am procrastinating that much, no seriously i am. To give an account of my morning so far is of course rather odd but then again it's the narrative i have playing in my head right now and in a desire to shut it up i will put it in words and on my blog. Sounds like a good idea, let's hope it works.




Now i got to bed rather late last night. Oh how late you ask, well how about touching on 2 am. I had slept to 4pm for no reason that day and falling asleep wasn't exactly going to be easy. I surfed and procrastinated around the web following several things all over the place. From population density, to the aral sea ecological disaster, to the chicago river, to the Eastland disaster, to the Titanic to this little amazing story:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violet_Jessop

An amazing story of a woman both lucky and unlucky enough to have been on all 3 of the Olympic class ships when they had accidents, ie when both the Titanic and Brittanic sank! She was a steward for white star line and was on the Olympic when it hit another ship, survived Titanic and was a WW1 nurse on the Brittanic when it allegedly hit a sea-mine. She was unlucky still to have been in the lifeboat that was sucked into the propeller as the ship sank, but jumped out in time and hit her head on the hull of the ship. An amazing woman, best cheap biopic of an ordinary person never made goes too.......


Now as for today. Very little sleep as i was saying. Did my a bathroom break before hopping into a pointless attempt to slumber due to my excessive sleep and inactivity. But 4 hours later i woke up rather reluctantly and scavenged for un-ironed cloth's in the wash basket and took a shower. Even with my new haircut my washing routine didn't change much, possibly a waste but i don't care. Breakfast oh breakfast. Well firstly i had a pre-made pancake from the package and then check the clock, plenty of time. I decided on Rasher sandwich's. Unfortunately the puppy doo doo i didn't pick up infront of the fridge had the audacity to be under where i stood and i ended up wasting precious rasher cooking time wiping my shoe. Then i chucked the rashers in and poured some smoothie for myself and filled my water bottle, currently a 500ml former sprite bottle. Mmm, good rashers, butter a bit solid so i chucked it onto the bread in clumps. BBC NI weather report was Heavily unusable for louth, not a cloud in the sky and i couldn't find my sunglasses in my bag. This meant the whole way into dublin the light hitting my eyes flickered faster than strobe lights as the sun ducked in and out from behind all the bushes and banks along the coast.


Arriving in dublin my mother in her kidness gave me a fiver. You know that little blue note that should go very far in a time of recession but its most useful usage has gone up in price, evil! I'll get to that in a minute or two. Firstly straight off the train into the Java Hutt's. The email thing a bit of web browsing and then the fecking thing crashes. My mobile phone was getting faster results on html page's that it wasn't built for than the speed the computer took to tell me it was broken and couldn't find a connection to the web. A reboot didn't matter it froze even worse again. That was the last straw, up i got and walked on to eason's. Empire's 20 years issue was a must item to see if it was worth buying. After all Spielberg himself was guest editor. Mean's jack shit really. Other than a few nice picture's from famous face's it's not exactly that great of an issue. Didn't give myself enough time to read the star trek review but it received 4 stars, i'm happy with that.

Then on to my cinephilia mecca that is Cineworld. A megaplex that is just great. I was hoping that my fiver and assorted change would get me into an early bird movie and i might perchance be able to sneak a second one in. But it was not to be. Dropping an ear bud, pausing my music i asked the desk clerk the price of the early bird,(formally 5 euro exactly) it was now shockingly 630 or more. I said to the clerk in return "oh right, i'll be back." just after fishing in the change pouch of my wallet hopping, just hopping that there was a euro i had missed. There wasn't. Back to Henry street, sunlight and truck's lining each end. I queued for the ATM and a beggar with an mp3 player and an mobile sat there asking for change. People actually gave it to him. And after being asked directly i handed over 3 20 cent coins, why i don't know. I had noticed his accoutrement's, his forwardness, but i guess i was aiming to extract paper, i had no use for metal! Of course i needed metal how silly. This reminded me of a similar beggar last monday. He came up to me with the biggest fake sincere and forced polite accent ever, almost as if he was a comedian or an actor. It was giving me a sense of dark humour and parody, i found it almost offensive and also innovative and that. I gave him a euro and told him he didn't have to be so polite. I didn't queit get his response but the moment stuck with me. Politeness as an act being off putting but still making me give money, I NEVER GIVE MONEY. Upon entering my pin into the ATM i tried in vein to see the screen and search through what was yet again a different user interface to every other machine i had yet used in the short time i've had a debit card. Annoyingly the main selection didn't have a 10 euro as a choice, so i tried to request it another way. To no avail, but i tried again. Knowing i only had around 18 euro i attempted to get a 20, nope this didn't work either. So knowing i "wouldn't be back" i walked back south, disapointed.

I popped into marks and sparks after looking for a yoghurt or health drink in a near by londis. Seeing the Sandwhich, softdrink and crisp deal for 2.75 i though, "mmm, lunch". I then moved to the adjacent aisle and saw the smoothies. Such amazing choice, for some reason however i settled on the Vanilla and Maple syrup smoothie for 1.90. I then picked up the lunch, mixing and matching Tuna and sweetcorn sandwich, light sparkling florida orange and ready salted crisps. I then queued at the cash register. A thought crossed my mind, debit card/laser card, aha that cashback thing! I had no idea how it worked but it could be useful! Of course as fate would have it the customer in front of me was attempting to pay via credit card, but the machine was "broken" apparently. This meant she had to sign for her purchase but without that old kind of mechanical swipe. No it was a swipe on the price screen and a receipt from the till, odd, maybe a m&s card and not a credit card, who knows, not me. So forgetting the convenient idea of using my now defunct laser card i pennied up the small blue note that had shaped my morning.

Walking back via the Ha' Penny bridge and temple bar i noticed interesting deal's in the walk through centra. For one a breakfast roll all day for 1.99, now that's fattening and cheap all at once, sound's good! I also saw an odd very large black machine. Apparently a coin collector of some sort. Possibly for all that underused copper we all have. It equate's it into a voucher and you can use it for purchasing within the store, how quaint!

Warning Disturbing thought:
Now as for the M&S vanilla and maple syrup smoothie, not just any smoothie a very strong and sweet M&S smoothie. It was odd to say the least, i liked it but it also gave the slight reminder of a certain bodily fluid that many are not to found of. Although if that particular substance tasted like this i'm sure it would be far more amenable and a lot more girls would switch to specialist porn to "ride" out the recession, just a thought.

Now on College green i noticed an electronic's shop with a electronic book reader advertised in the window, cool enough unto itself. But then i saw it. The thing i must have, the other goal of my summer. A white samsung "notebook" laptop with a gig of ram and 160 GB of space for €399. Just wow, the idea of that uber-sleak dainty white keyboard and screen in my pocsession. Wow, i rarely want gadgets or anything really. I can pirate music, i can watch movies and tv online, i can break all those laws. I also have 2 camera's, a bitching one from my sister and a cheapish model from a few birthday's ago that still can take a lot of physical punishment. I also have an ipod and my glorious new phone with web access and unlimited Mp3 play potential via micro-sd cards. But the thought of a notebook. A mini-laptop where i could ratta tap tap my blogs, my stories, my college work if need be and gain repedative strain injuries from trying to control Train empires on it's tiny touch pad! OMG typing, the web, and Open TTD on the move! I must have, i must have! Yeah, a gf wouldn't be more likely than a job or enough money from said unlikely job to be able to get it. But i can dream.......




Also since when was there a webcam on front Arch? Is it a security camera or can you log onto it or something?


With 5 minutes of the "morning" left, i say good by for now and will blog as always and increasingly at some other point in the week.