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.