Cluedo is best form of study

We had a group meeting for our collective Galaxy Sleuth (The space mystery detective game) but instead of doing anything , we just played cluedo. I basically won because I'm super smart. Basically. I should become a detective or Jessica Fletcher or something. Yeah man! Yeah! Yeah!

I should stop asking people if they would or not. It's getting out of control. I'm just going to offend someone one of these days and they'll fuck me up.

Ed: I'm going out with this girl.
Me: Well done, would ya?
Ed: ...
Me: What am I saying? Of course you would...

Luckily people who know me know I shouldn't be taken seriously.

I'm a spazzer

Yesterday I took a shower but forgot to wash the shampoo out of my hair. I realised when I got out so I just dried it and it went all stupid and spiky and hard. I couldn't sleep last night so I decided I'd wash it out then a good 10 hours later. I'm a special case, me. :)

We have to hand up an unrealistic number of diagrams for our object orientated programming assignment. Apparently it will help us with the coding. It definately won't help us with the coding. What the hell are you playing at Liam? Could you have assigned us anything more stupid?

Internet arguements with strangest are awesome. Fucking Andy and Graeme don't know shit!

I wish I could fit the lyrics I like would fit better with guitar bits I like. Stupid lack of creative ability.



I shall continue to go on and on about this band. Amazing! I can't find their cd anywhere in my house. Balls.

Music. Yuss!

Plans have been made and now an actual music project is coming to fruition. I really hope it works out and is not just one of those things that gets lost in the clutter which I'll find again in a few years along with all the other crap and feel regret towards not trying.

But that won't happen. Posi Posi posi!!! I've got two songs started anyway. Awesome!!

Seriously, Mam? Seriously?

I wish my mam wouldn't listen to hay house radio. It's literally the biggest piece of shit ever. I'm listening to an astrology expert at the moment. How can someone claim expertise in something that doesn't exist? He's answering questions and mentioning Saturn or the moon every few minutes.

Also the people phoning in are ridiculous. 'I was going to split up with my husband last week but I decided against it and now we're going to work things out'. So off handish. They've got two kids as well.

So basically we've got shit head astrologist here dishing out advice to idiot people in vulnerable situations like this and basing their advice on factors such as where the moon is in the sky and whether Pluto is moving towards or away from earth. And they're listening to his every word as if he's the bible and they live in Catholic Ireland 50 years ago. Fucking Mark Husson!

Oh you better recognise!!!

I wish more people realised the joys in going out with a small group of friends instead of getting everyone they know and they're friends/college peers/estranged cousins with the gammy leg who hasn't quite grasped the art of making conversation. It's so much better having a more intimate group and being able to talk to them.

The church is such a lovely place. They gave us free drinks and were in general very friendly. Everyone should frequent there. I'm going to go for a meal there soon. Four courses, thirty euro each, two people and one bottle of wine. (I just wanted to count backwards from four)

It's amazing how much I don't want to buy dvd's ever and yet I frequent the cinema so much. My logic is flawed. I'm going to try and fix that soon.

I'm excited that you'll be home soon. I appreciate the little things in life so much more when you're around to share in the experience.

I can't believe she's lie to me like that...

When I was about five or six my Mam told my aunt a joke in front of me. It was a rude joke and I didn't hear the punchline so I asked what she said and she said she'd tell me when I was 18.

5 year old Richie: But you won't remember it when I'm 18...
Mam: I will, I promise...
5 year old Richie: I bet you you won't!
Mam: *goes back to talking my aunt*

I'm pretty sure from that point on, I wanted to be 18. Now I'm 21 and I still don't know the joke. We all have skeletons in our closets though.

Poor Blackle: The Renewal

Wow. This blog is way too depressing. In hind sight it's been a tough enough year but it's nearly over and has gotten alot easier now. I'm excited about life again and although I'm not quite the positive, upbeat person I was back in 2006 (That's nearly 4 years ago. Crazy), I'm getting back to it.

It's weird the way there's people I absolutely can't stand yet I still want to spend time with them. Your logic is flawed and your general presence annoys me but I'm still calling you up and inviting you out and stuff. Stop acting as if everything is such a big deal and stop looking into the mirror so hard. It's just us looking back.

Tilly and the Wall are incredible. More people need to realise this. Seriously!

I emailed myself all of my college notes so I could study a bit when I came home. It's looking very unlikely that that will happen. I have such noble plans which just fall to apathy... Oh well.

I think I'll get back into this blog again. The layout is so much better than the old myspace one.