Shit Stephen's Night

I haven't posted anything for a while. At least nothing particularly interesting. As such I will try and make this post as exciting and dynamic as possible.

As you may or may not know, Christmas has come and gone. My parents were good to me, as was my sister. My personal favourite gift being the Trilby hat that my sister got me.
Now that that's out of the way I can get onto talking about the post title.

Last night was St. Stephens night or "boxing" night for those of you from England. If you're a regular reader of this blog then you will know that I am currently pursuing a certain young woman. Last night I went out specifically to meet her. We were supposed to meet at 8.30,she arrived after a nail-biting 30 minutes. I grabbed a pint before she rang me asking if I were actually in the pub. I replied "of course" and she hung up before entering the bar. "Typical Woman" I thought, "always wanting to be fashionably late". So,upon her arrival we indulged in small talk before going into our usual intense discussion of all things personal, by which I mean the analysis of personalities. Generally each others. I love that.

So we moved from "The Wicked Chicken" where we had met and moved to "Mojo's" where we were to meet one of her friends.More drinks were had here. We were getting a bit closer here, more comfortable around one another. She was hugging me, it was nice. We stayed there for quite a while. She drank a good bit.I kept up. When she did shots, she noticed me smiling at her. "Stop Judging me!","Why would I judge you?","Because you're human!","touchée". So we both did a shot of Jagermeister. We stayed on after all of her friends had left for another drink, just talking. When we left I had my arm around her and she was leaving it there. Obviously she had no problem with it.

And so, on we went to the Legendary "Costelloes", where an arts student could feel at home. I had my arm around her all the way and had to blag her in because shes' under 21 for which she was thankful. The night went on, more drinks were had and we were out in the smoking area together, post-dance. All I remember is her telling me that her sister thought that I was her boyfriend and then suddenly we were making out!

I have to say, she is absolutely intoxicating. Her aroma, her passion, her Spark. Its all just incredible.

So,we were making out for a while before she realised "I can't, I have a boyfriend!", then we'd start making out again. Every now and again we'd stop,then start again. At one point she said "If I were single yes, Oh God Yes! But I've got a boyfriend! I really REALLY like you...alot! but I love him", and then we recommenced making out.

So I got a little guilty at one of the intervals, or I needed the bathroom or something. Anyway, next time I see her, shes pretty wary of me. Like it was all me! When I tried to find her to tell her I was heading, I couldn't. Now, I don't know for certain, but I think she left before me without saying goodbye. Which isn't nice.

So this morning, I texted her asking her if she got home alright. A little late I know,but still. I got the shortest answer to a text message I had ever gotten from her. This began a really long discussion on what happened and how we feel about the situation. Apparently, we can only ever be friends. Now,I'm sceptical but I'm going to try to respect her wishes. At one point we were talking about breaking contact with one another. When this came up I said "Would you miss me If I weren't around?". She replied "I dunno,probably". I took that as a yes, so I'm sticking around.

She wanted to just ignore that the whole thing even happened but I put it forward that we discuss that whole thing, figure out why it happened. She seemed to be fairly open to that idea. So, at some point I've got to arrange a meeting with this girl to talk about how crazy I am about her.

Or just how Crazy I am.

I don't want to be sane.

Bay-formers?Transformers in Disguise.

I watched Transformers tonight for the second time. I haven't seen it since I saw it in the cinema and once more I am thoroughly impressed. Man, and I thought the 1986 cartoon movie was Kick-ass!

I have to say though that..whoops. I should probably warn you that if you haven't seen the movie by now (Pffft, What?!) that there will be spoilers ahead. So if you want your "Transformers" virginity to remain intact then stop reading now and go to another blog.

Anyway, as I was saying to those of you who haven't seen the movie, I thought that Jazz made a better call than Optimus. Sacrilege I know, but let me justify it.
When Bumblebee is capture by the sector seven agents, along with Sam and Mikaela, Jazz wants to go after them. Optimus disagrees and, essentially, pulls rank stating that they could not rescue their comrades without harming the sector seven agents.

LIES.

A scene earlier The Autobots rescued Sam and Mikaela from the sector seven agents without using any force. Jazz just took their weapons from them using magnetism. I see no reason why they couldn't have done this a second time. Of course, I'm not saying that there wouldn't have required more tactics due to the helicopters and such but c'mon, Giant Freakin' Robots against Puny Helicopters! The Autobots could easily have incapacitated them without harming the pilot. Just grab them!

I guess that didn't matter to Optimus. I mean, that had what they had come for. They got the glasses and the map to "The Cube". You ruthless Bastard, Optimus.

Conversely, if they had listened to Jazz, the Autobots would've been up a man to take on Megatron and the other Decepticons. There would have been no need to go to the bother of rescuing Bumblebee because he wouldn't be in need of rescue and subsequently would've been able to rush out of the Hoover Dam with the "all-spark" before the Decepticons even knew they were there. They would also have been able to plan an assault against Megatron with the newfound time.

Another Criticism I have of the movie is...Why the fuck is Scorponok a Mini-con released by Blackout?!

In the Cartoon Scorponok was the Size of a city. A City! And now he's reduced to minion status? For Shame Michael Bay! And for Shame again for deeming that abomination to be Ravage! Especially since Ravage is a mini-con released by Soundwave who isn't even in the movie. Why not throw Laserbeak out there as a fucking Robotic Squirrel while you're at it?!

I dunno, I really enjoyed the movie. It was great to see a live action incarnation of my childhood heroes but I can't help but see the flaws. It's who I am. Michael Bay better oull something out of his ass for the second movie.

And it better not be shit.

Those All-nighter Blues...

As the title suggests I've got those all-nighter blues. I'm currently in the process of writing an essay for my Visual Cultural Studies class.Well,I'm pretty much done except that I've to have it proof read.Because,y'know, I've been up for 20 hours right now and one tends to get a little delirious after that amount of time sans sleep.Also, I'm all hopped up on sugar,so excuse the ramblings.

One thing I learnt tonight...I have good games and bad games when it comes to Halo 3.I also learnt that I am one of the best snipers I've ever seen.I was picking off my housemate, much to his Chagrin.Oh yeah,he was pulling an all-nighter too until his assignment "wasn't coming together".pffft.All I care about is kicking his ass at halo.Which hasn't happened yet.

It's 4.40 in the AM right now.My other housemate has to be up for work in an hour and ten minutes.He doubted I could pull an all-nighter.Despite the fact that this is my second one this week.Yeah,you heard me.I'm badass.I think I'll stay up just to prove him wrong.Because I'm spiteful that way.

I got Bruce Springsteen on my i-pod,"Glory Days", good little song.I'm enjoying it.Now,wheres that Cite-it-rite book gotten to?I need that to cite my essay.Why is it that things that you need are never there when you need them?Is it a fact of life that someone hasn't let me in on?Pffft.That idea bores me.

Oh yeah,Figure I should probably let whoever is reading this (if there are actually people reading this(I'm yet to receive a comment...) know,this is likely to be the first of a number,at least a trilogy of all-nighter blogs.I mean,FYP season is right around the corner...

An hour five minutes left...fuck.

God-gle?

I was hunting around the internet today instead of studying or writing my French essay and I came across something quite interesting.And amusing. The link can be found here.

Googlism.The belief that Google is, in fact, God. I feel that their nine reasons for why Google is almost certainly God are hilarious,if not slightly flawed.

If you feel like Dying laughing however,check out the hate mail.The spelling errors are god fro a larf.My favorite is "your retarded".Give that man a medal.

Anyway,Just something I thought I'd share with the world at large.

Hilarity ensues.

Cawrk-(Cawrrrrkkkk)

This weekend consisted of one of many roadtrips that my friends and I make to go drinking and cause general mayhem in towns around the country. The lucky city this time round? Cork. Or as spelt above and pronounced by the townspeople, Cawrk.

Friday afternoon, after completing a French exam which took less than half the time allotted, we were on our way to Cork to eat, drink and be merry. Two of our number went to the Munster v. Leinster rugby match while three of us went to drink and be merry. Soon we were joined by more friends.

At this point, 9.30, the merriment truly began. After attempting and failing to “stool” one of the guys we moved from the pub, “an Bróg”, to another bar. While here I had a development in my personal life. Y’see, while we were in Cork on the Friday night, the night before I had also gone out. While out, I met the girl whom I make reference to in my latter post. I was really enjoying her company, but I was also really drunk. The next day I reviewed my actions and realised that I had probably blown it with her. Apparently I was wrong.

In Cork, while I was discussing the night before with my friends girlfriend, I received a text message from her. Surprised, I opened the message and was even more surprised by what she had to say. She was apologising for her behaviour! Strangely, I had been contemplating texting her and apologising for my actions! Life really has a way of creeping up on you and screaming in your ear. This began a number of text messages being sent back and forth, but of course, I had the help of my friends to strategically put me in the position that would most likely grant me another meeting. So, I get to call her or text her during the week for another coffee. I’ll take that!
But back to Cork, we continued our pub crawl where we all proceeded to get even drunker. We made it back to our hostel by 3 in the morning(I think) and there we continued to drink even more! Our hostels bar remained open until 4. Around that time we all retired to our room, which was more like an apartment, and played twister. Yes, drunken twister. It’s a lot of fun, I highly recommend it at your next opportunity.

I got to bed at around 5.30 in the morning. I was woken at 10.30 this morning by a slightly annoyed staff member of the hostel that wanted us to leave. We all promptly got up, dressed and left the hostel by 11. Not bad. We then went for breakfast, which was almost erotic due to our levels of hangover.

Anyway, bottom line, Cork is a great city to go out in. In this city one can discuss semantics with French people, see a band with members that are complete dicks, make ladies think your name is Conor and then get annoyed when they believe you and discuss, rather heatedly, the idea of genetic memory. Great times are to be had.

Just ignore the accent.

Eoghan,Pick Up Artist?

I think this blog title is a little misleading but its the best I could come up with.Right,Anyway,If you remember a few posts back I was at my class party and I met a girl,got her number and such.Since then I've played a gig and had thological run-ins.I also texted that chick,asking her if she wanted to some see me play.It turns out she was going sailing that weekend.Pity that.

I haven't texted her since.Not out of fear or anything.I just don't have anything to say to her.I guess thats not a good sign for a relationship,huh?On the plus side howeve,its been good practise.For now,I have another girls phone number...

A little while ago,my friend Sully and I became members of the UL journo Soc(iety).At our first meeting,which was really bad,I met a girl afterwards and got chatting to her a little before Sully and I left.Outside,away from prying ears,Seán asked me if I were "putting the moves on".To whcih I replied it was more "groundwork" for future moves to be put on.

Last Wednesday night there was another convening of the Journo soc.It was a talk being given by a former UL student.I wasn't really paying attention,my mind was wandering as to whether she would be ther or not.She arrived late.After the talk there was wine,which we all pounced upon.As I took my first sip my face scrunched up in disgust,proclaiming "i didn't think there was such a thing as a bad Chilena Merlot,but apparently I've been proven wrong".At this point a voice behind me pointed out "Do you realise just how camp you sound?".It was her.I laughed,as did she.

So,there I was drinking my red,she, her white and we talked.Oh how we talked.The only time she wasn't giving me her full attention,and indeed,her, my full attention was when she went for a cigarette outside.Which happened about twice over the course of as many hours.Thats not many cigarettes for a smoker!

So,we were talking about rolling machines.You know,"ROLLING" machines.I explained that a friend of mine had one and she pointed out that she also had one:

Me:I'd love to seee one some time...

Her:Maybe I'll show it to you sometime...

[At this point I take my phone from my pocket and slide it over to her]

Me:Well,You should probably put your number in there so that we can make arrangements for a viewing.

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So,we all decide to retire to Java's,the student Café bar,where she and I talked some more about music.Anyway,she said she needed to go and get the bus home.I told her if she waited two minutes I'd finish my pint and go with her.She waited.I walked her to the bus-stop and before she stepped on she asked me if I would go with her to a houseparty next week.I replied "oooh,I'm going to Cork next weekend...".She said "please come".I said I would.She stepped on th ebus and waved goodbye.I walked home.

Now,Isn't that nice?What a gentleman I am!

I texted her on Friday saying,and I quote:

"I just wanted to say I had a really good time chatting with you the other night.Wanna get a cup of coffee soon?Maybe next weeks more practical."

Her reply was:

"Yeah,I had a good time the other night too.Coffee,or tea,would be good,just let me know where and when!".

So it would appear as though I've got a coffee,or tea, date during the week.

And I couldn't be happier.

F-You, CU!

I was reading our student paper the other day and I went directly to the "Letters to the Editor" page as I have come into the habit of doing since my amigo Seán began the "Tee-totallers tiff"(see http://ssully.blogspot.com for more info). On opening this page I was presented wiht one overly large article that was eye-catching.I indulged.What I was greeted with was a ridiculous anti-religion rant.This guy...Dónal O'Driscoll was making a big deal out of nothing.H e wrote:

"A chara,

I was strolling towards the Jonathan Swift on Tuesday Evening the 30th October,as us godless [please note the lower case G] Drama geeks tend to,when I discovered a Christian union poster. The poster warned that cowards and "non-believers" along with people such as murderers and the corrupt, would be destined for the fiery lakes of burning sulphur.

Now,try and get inside my head for a minute (as scary and all as that experience might be) [He actually wrote that], I'm a little Johnny no god,plodding around happily after handing in a project earlier in the day[this is relevant how?],when I come across a poster confirming my eternal damnation.

What made it a bit disturbing was that I as a "non-believer" was apparently higher up the pecking order of "condemned" than murderers."Johnny may be a dirty murdering bastard but at least he says his prayers". I mean, Don't get me wrong, I appreciate being warned about my pending doom while I am still young enough to do something about it. I have been flagellating[I think he misspelt fellating...] myself ever since.(the blisters are getting a bit sore) However, as an experienced PRO, I am a bit worried on the impact it may have on the CU's image.At the risk of being controversial, I would imagine a large percentage of the population are non-believers are "Non believers" or at least "laissez faire" Christians. Therefore, do the CU really think that condemning a large percentage of the student population to a fiery doom will endear them to that population.It's a little too Fred Phelps-ish for me. I mean whats next?God hates fags pickets outside thes SU?

[It's at this point I'm going to skip three or four lines of bullshit, of no importance, that doesnt deserve print a second time ]

Finally, If they [the CU] really want to save souls,perjaps they should be less like Fred Phelps and more like Ned Flanders.Because remember,"Everyone that counts loves Ned Flanders".

Is Mise,

Dónal O'Driscoll."

WOW.I can't believe that this sort of propoganda gets printed nowadays,much less written.In my opinion this guy was making a big deal out of nothing.Sensationalism for the sake of it.So,Guess what I decided to do?Thats right,I made nothing out of his big deal while still getting a point across.I wrote:

" Sir,

I am writing in response to the letter published in “An Focal” dated Tuesday 13th of November. You know the one. The one written by Dónal O’Driscoll. The same letter in which he committed libel against every Christian on this campus and, indeed, beyond. He claimed that all Christians are members of the Christian faction known as “Westboro Baptists” when he said “…what’s next? God hates fags pickets…?”. That’s like saying that every atheist worships at the altar of Richard Dawkins.

Obviously this man is a member of the drama soc for a reason. So I urge that same society to give him a lead role in something so that he’ll have less time to write nonsensical letters that haven’t been researched. I mean, what harm could it do? This guy is obviously a Drama King and lives for sensationalisation.

In saying this, I feel he did have a point. One should not have to suffer “in-your-face” lectures on morality because one is a “heathen” or “pagan”. The Christian Union should know better. I mean, they are the purveyors of the “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” lifestyle, right? If the Christian Union were truly Christian then they’d follow Christ’s lead. They would allow people to join them of their own free will. They would not, and that’s a big not, try and use scare tactics to bring people “back to the flock”. As a friend of mine once said “You can believe in rocks as long as you don’t throw them at me”. Practical advice.

So I guess what this letter wanted to say is “Can’t we all just get along?”. At the end of the day we’re all people, faith or no faith and it’s a long life before we figure out who’s right. And when we find out it’ll be too late anyway. So why dwell on it? Why try and convert non-believers? Why try and convert believers to atheism? Bottom line: Don’t. Live and let live.

Yours,

Eoghan Hughes."

Note that my punctuation is without flaw.I've met Dónal O'Driscoll before and for a self-proclaimed punctuation/grammar Nazi,he sure make alot of mistakes for me to fix.Anyway,Am I right?Am I wrong?Comments in the comments section please...

Also,Credit where its due...Thank you Seán for giving me a decent format and inspiring me to be more active in our community.

Riddle me This...

Last night was the first time I played a gig in about two months.I had practised for maybe a day before the gig.I wasn't nervous.For some reason I never am.The only time I get nervous is when I'm giving a presentation in college,which I guess is a whole other blog topic.

Anyway,So I arrived at the venue at around 6.20 or so.I was starting at 9.Along with the other two bands,we had plenty of time to set up and soundcheck,and then grab some food.Unfortunately out organisation was being interfered with by what was described,upon my arrival, as a "Kiddies Disco".We lugged all the gear upstairs left it in a store room and were assured that the "disco" would be over by 8.Hmmmm,An hour to set up two bands and an acoustic troubadour...I guess thats do-able,right?

8 O'Clock rolls around and the "disco" shows no signs of stopping.So,To show our annoyance we start bringing all the gear out of the store room and leaving it beside the stage.Man,who says the spirit of the 60's is dead?

8.30:We FINALLY(not passion,just emphasis) get to start setting up our gear.Within 40 minutes everything is good to go and everyone has soundchecked.Now we wait for people to arrive.Bear in mind I was supposed to go on at 9.At this point it was 9.10 and the place wasn't open!They didn't even have someone on the door!

So at 9.35 I played my set to an empty venue.Afterwards I was told it has probably been my best vocal performance to date.What a shame.My guitar work wasn't the greatest but,what errors I made I covered up pretty well.At least,they weren't noticed.

What tops off the whole night though,is the fact that a manager or something came up to us as we were setting up and said..."Is there a band on here tonight?".What.The.Fuck.
Apparently,Riddlers had no idea they were having a band.Thats some shitty organisation if you ask me!Although that does explain why the gig wasn't advertised,not even in their own bar!

Overall the night was a mess.No performer involved was happy with the way things went and I don't think its without due.So,end result?

Riddlers is being boycotted for a while.Sure,Its one less place to play,but judging by the treatment we received,I don't think think they'll notice.

Grrrrls!

I went to my class party last night,which was fun.I got to hang out with alot of cool people,made some new friends and generally got to know people better.That's all great.Not exactly blog-worthy material some would say. *Coff* Thats not the whole story.

We all went to this bar in the city called Mojo's to wait for some of our party to show up due to the fact that some were running late.I feel that its is important at this point for me to make known that out of 25 people on my course, somewhere in the region of 3 are guys.Thats nice for daddy.So we waited,and these 2 girls showed up.One of whom I'm Kinda into(at the moment,things could increase or diminish over time).So,Around 2 am,this girl decided she was leaving.When she pointed this out to me,I made a bold move by my standards.I went up to her and:

Me:Y'know I really enjoyed talking to you tonight,(pulling my phone out of my pocket and holding it up) I was hoping we could do it again.

Her:Oh,You want my number!(Said with a large smile on her face)

Me:Well,Yeah,But I was trying to be coy and charming(Said with a smile)

At this point she took my phone and put in her number.After a moment of not being able to put in her name,I reassured her I'd do it later.I did it as soon as she was out the door.I am stoked.It's kind of a victory for me.

Although now,I'm not really sure what to do in my next step.I'll probably meet her in class tomorrow morning,or afternoon as the case may be.Does that mean I have more than the alotted 3 days to call her?hmmmm.This is taxing.Grrrrls!

Fuckin' Friends!

So,As I write this I'm lying in bed.I feel dirty.Unfortunately its not the good kind of dirt,I't snot for somethingI've done.Its for something one of my amigos (I am currently still calling him this,although words are yet to be had) did.To be more precise its for WHO one of my amigos did.
Thats right.While I was away for the weekend,A friend took advantage of the fact that I wasn't there.I normally take issue with the fact that he sleeps in my bed alone!How could he have possibly thought that it would be a good idea to fuck a chick in MY bed?
So,Words are going to be had.After I change my sheets and burn the defiled ones.Thats right,I was so tired at 1 am that I just said "to hell with it" and slept in my bed,fully clothed of course,but still.
Sweet tap-dancing Christ.Whatever happened to "Bro's before Ho's"?

First Post,Woot!

Okay,So I've started a blog.I don't know how frequent posts will be but I really want to make a go of this.As such I'll update as often as I remember to.
I've been inspired to start this by a friend of mine.Not because he said one day "You should start a blog".Oh no.This is more of a response.More of an airing of issues on the internet kind of thing.I'm fighting blog with blog.He sees thing in one manner,I see them in another.Don't get me wrong.He's a nice guy and I'm proud to be a member of his circle of friends.And in turn I call him my friend but I find some of his opinions to be somewhat...pushy...or offensive in order to garner a reaction.
This cna be seen in his most recent blog entry where he uses the phrase "Filthy Christians".Now,I don't consider myself to be a christian,I don't consider myself to be any religion but I Do deem myself to be spiritual.I believe in a higher power,a life after life and even I was offended by this phrase.It's SO disrespectful to people of ANY religion.In short he seems to be mocking people for having Faith.
As I said before I consider myself to be spiritual,but I don't go out of my way to make a point of it.If it comes up in conversation I'll say I believe in a higher power and leave things at that.Unfortunately,some people try and sway me to the path of atheism.Which is fine for other people.Its just not for me.Which makes me ask the question "Why are you trying so hard to crush my faith?".I mean,They're just as bad as Jehovahs Witnesses or Scientologists by trying so hard.Am I right?Maybe I'm not.Maybe I'm ranting,but maybe,just maybe I have a point.
Until next time.(Jesus Knows when that'll be!)