Vet

Today I was sitting in the vet waiting for my dog. Across from me were two men, one in his sixties and another I could only assume was half way through his nineties. The two were obviously there with each other, a father and son I can only assume.

In the younger man's hands was a bag, a dunnes stores bag, the type of bag made from hemp or whatever it is. Inside the bad was a cat. The thing looked like it was on its last legs. Its fur has become discoloured, each breath looked like it could be the last. The man held onto the bag in a way which was obviously discomforting, he didn't seem to mind though.

After the attractive receptionist left the room, the elder of the two began to speak.

"Sixteen years old" he smiled. He must have seen I was looking.

"We take her in here every month to give her some shots, they're about the only thing keeping her going these days". He seemed more proud than sad at his own words.

I gave him a polite smile and looked back at the cat. Then I started feeling sorry, sorry for the old man, if anything happens that cat he'd probably be lost. Then my mind turned to his life after that cat, each moment whittling away until his last, then he's gone.

Later on I started thinking what I'd feel like if I was that man. I wouldn't want some waster twenty year old feeling sorry for me. Pitying my very existence from the brief time he spent in a room with me. It's going to happen someday though, isn't it? If I live long enough people are going to start pitying me. They'll look at my broken down skin, my bald head, my stained clothes.

I guess what the whole point of this is, I hate getting old.

E3 Konami, just retire already Kojima

This is going to be short post because in all honesty I didn't even watch this press conference. Now I was expecting one thing from this conference, metar gearu soridu. Well boy was I not disappointed. This company seems to have nothing else going for them right now. They have beaten the dead horse into its skeletal form.

Now don't get me wrong I used to love Metal Gear Solid. The first one was filled with action, plot twists and liquid snake. It was the best game on the PlayStation bar Final Fantasy VIII. So I was massively hyped for the second one and hot damn I was not disappointed. The game brought in an insane amount of interaction. Ice cubes melted before your eyes, you could hold up people and shake them down for ammo, dog tags etc. Raiden was a breath of fresh air his relationship with Rose (which gets universal hate) kept me engaged to his character. The ending of the game got me so fucking hyped that Metal Gear Solid became that greatest thing in gaming. Then it happened.

Metal Gear Solid 3, now I remember thinking up a million different ways they could continue on the story. I played MGS2 like 6 times in anticipation. Then it happened. Screens appeared in a magazine for MGS3. I almost ripped the magazine apart to get to the pictures and I saw it. It was in a jungle. My face dropped. Then I saw the caption under one picture "Eye patch could this be big boss?". I was pretty disappointed but still kept my hopes up that it was snake. Later on the reveal came that it was in fact Big Boss. The game was set 50(?) years before MGS1. At this point I was pissed off, the idea of rapping up the plot was thrown out the window and instead they focused on Big Boss' history.

Now a lot of people believe this was the best game in the series, I didn't like it at all. The bosses had no backgrounds. The codec was reduced to staring at snakes knees for 20 minutes at a time. No area of the jungle looked distinct. It was obvious from the first time you saw EVA that she was a double agent. The interactivity was gone and in its place was LOTS OF GUNS. I could go on for hours.

Needless to say it was like playing FFXII it destroyed my faith in the franchise. Metal Gear Acid restored it a little but then the PSP big boss game destroyed my hopes again. Then MGS4 came along. It got 10's everywhere it was a sequel to 2 I was hyped as fuck. Well kojima may as well have just punched me in the balls as MGS4 was not a good game. Everything was explained in one word. There was an annoying amount of guns. They brought in a completely unnecessary black character for the sake of having one. Snake's ass fucking pissed me off. The bosses had even less personality than in 3 and were now just there for sex appeal. The game sucked to sum it up.

Now I get back to E3. MORE METAL GEAR SOLID. Re-releases a hinted MGS5 and Rising. While I am quite excited for rising merely for the game play and Raiden I really do wish they would put this series to bed. Kojima stated with MGS2 that he was done with it, how I wish he kept to that.

Now that I'm done bitching about let's move onto what I did want to see. Castlevania 1999 and Zone of the Enders 3. I did not get any of these things.

Actually forget that all I want is Castlevania 1999. Give me that and I'm happy. That game has been hinted for far too long to just ignore now.

There was two rays of sunshine however. HD remakes of the entire Silent Hill and Zone of the Enders series. I am psyched for these, finally I get to play Silent Hill 2 and Zone of the Enders 2. Otherwise the Konami E3 was a big disappointment. Nothing new to get excited about.

Also Pro Evolution Soccer and Never Dead...just Fuck Off.

I'd say it's only just begun, wouldn't you?

So I sit here as the rain beats down against the window. I thought summer would have such a better start than this but I guess that's not as it was supposed to be.

I really hope the sun starts shining again, this crappy weather always depresses me and then I put on depressing music and things go even further downhill. An endless cycle.

One of the things I dislike about summer is the dreams I get. Incredibly vivid dreams. Usually the consist of people I know and contain not so hidden meanings. They annoy me to no end, they're also not the ones you forget as I still easily remember ones I had last week. I thought that was supposed to be near impossible if they aren't written down.

Anyways just thought I'd write a micro blog as I've been smothered by a blanket of boredom today.

Imma return to making blogs tonight or tomorrow.

yeah,

What's the matter? You sound as if it's all coming to an end.

Due to upcoming examens (dazzle them with your french he said) mah history of little old me will come to an abrupt halt.

It'll be back afterwards but I may move it over to tumblr, I'm not quite sure yet, I'll see how things go.

So till then;
STAY AWAY FROM THAT COOKIE!

Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.

1998, now for some reason this year felt the longest, I don't know why but the idea of 1998 it just seems that year went on forever.

At this point in my story I had entered second class, the new group in first class were placed back in with Ms. McGuiness and for a time it was only two classes in our classroom, second and third.

Now second class wasn't the most eventful year in the world. It was pretty much as normal as they come even. There was nobody coming into our class and nobody leaving. It wasn't till the next few years that would happen.

Back then were the glory years however. Lunch time was as fun as a cat in kittens. We played all sorts of games from catch to tip the can, every once in awhile we'd get a football out and play on this triangular piece of grass that you could barely run across without reaching the end of it. There was this big dark shelter behind the school we'd play little games in. There were also a lot of crazy stories floating around about that shelter. Apparently our Principle hated dogs and he'd just go around hunting down dogs to lock them up in there. Though sometimes on rainy days you actually would hear squealing coming from the locked door, scary stuff.

The birthday parties in second class got out of control. It seemed Patrick and Stephen were constantly trying to one up each other, one would invite us all to a fun factory and the other would bring us paint balling. Hell I wasn't complaining as it was mad amounts of fun but it kinda dampened my birthdays when it was all "lol you wanna go cinema?".

Now I'm pretty sure this was the year we started dabbling in long division, I can tell you now, I despise long division. It's just something I can't do. I mean even when I repeated in the Marist it was my one weakness. But yet again tale for another day. Now everyone around me seemed to get the hang of long division while it drove me insane. Where do I take the numbers from that was my problem, I'll never understand it.

Now my teacher in second class was Mrs. Duffy. I've been over this before but I did not like her. This one time in class we were discussing natural disasters. "Call out some natural disasters guys" she called from atop the classroom. "Hurricane", "tornado", "earthquake" all these words flung out at blistering paces. I however bided my time as I knew I could blow away all their silly little answers for you see back in the day I had this awesome encyclopedia. It had drawings of all this crazy stuff and I must have learnt it off by heart. One of the sections of this encyclopedia was natural disasters, so I had answers for this question that I knew nobody else would know.

As the answers began fading into murmurs of "avulunch" (sic). I chimed in loudly with a waterspout. I proudly sat back and watched my peers confused faces but alas my moment was cut short. "Stop being such an idiot Mark, you think that's funny, stand up immediately." My face dropped. Now I was gobsmacked. What the hell did I do wrong I wondered. Waterspouts were serious threats for boats and what not, they were like water bound tornadoes. Tornado was on the blackboard so why the hell was I made look like an idiot. Well apparently Mrs. Duffy being the master of the universe thought I was talking about some variation of a teapot. What a brilliant teacher.

But my second class tussles with Mrs. Duffy don't end there, oh no I could go on for hours. One time we were practising for a choir. Three of us were tired of it all and just wanted to quit. So we asked Mrs. Duffy if we could stop taking part in the choir. Now Mrs. Duffy was taken back by this request. She begged and pleaded with Patrick to return to the choir, she talked about how it will benefit him and how everyone will be ever so proud of his amazing voice. I can't remember who the other person was but I remember she spent a good few minutes convincing them to return as well.

Now she had these two people back in the choir she just stared down at me with her protruding jaw. I thought to myself, oh here we go, don't try and convince me too hard Mrs I might just cave in. Well I didn't have to worry about that. She just looked down at me and sighed. "You can just take a seat over there till we're done". Now I know I was the one to quit but what the hell! You're going to make me stand there and listen to you compliment everyone else and then you just look at me and sigh?! As Eric once said "I didn't wanna go to the dance, I just wanted to be asked".

I think those two events sum up how I got along with Mrs. Duffy. She was a bitch to me and an angel to most of the others. Though I remember there were others she didn't take to kindly to either.

Okay one last small story about her!

One time whilst playing basketball round the back of the school I fell on my knee. Blood streaming down my leg I rushed to find a teacher to get me a bandage. Well guess who was on duty, yep herself. As I walked up to her she had the biggest shit eating grin on her face I'd ever seen. "What's the problem Mark?" she splurted out as she attempted to contain her laughter. Like c'mon why laugh at a kid pumping blood unless you have some sort of sadistic problems.

I tire of talking of her so let's move onto fun times. BADMINTON! Now my last meeting with these people was one of Patrick's mother (the leader of the badminton club) telling me she no babysit, badminton r srs bsns.

When I entered in second class though things were a lot better. That sport was the sport of kings I tell ya! Each day we'd do these silly little routines to help our power and accuracy. As strange as it was it eventually paid off as we could soon land shuttles into a bucket from the other end of the court.

Good times, though I never did get along with Barney one of the owners. He was constantly barking orders and shouting out "Don't do this and you won't be back next week!". He was just annoying. Anybody went into the toilet he'd be in three minutes later "What are you doing, why are you taking so long, you think this is a game". He was mainly just there to run everyones good time. Though in his defense we kinda brought it on ourselves. I remember one time one of the people in the club stood up on a toilet (god knows why) and shattered the toilet into pieces. Funny for me, not for Barney.

While the badminton club was fun it wasn't without its problems. For one thing the club had the biggest load of nepotism I had ever seen. The club was owned by three of my classmates parents. Now there were always only four places on the team. Guess who got three of them?! Yep, every single time the children of those three got the team, not only that but the neighbour of one of the three got the final place, every single time. Now what are the odds of that happening?!

Seeing as I lived in the middle of nowhere, socializing outside of school was always a pain. For me whenever summer hit it was adventure time. I got a bike this year and by howdy did I make use of it. I'd go adventuring around the local area. They were fun times. I remember there was this one place were daisy like flowers grew to be bigger than me, it was awesome, felt like a world were everything grew to be massive!

I climbed Croagh Patrick this year. That was scary as shit. The start of it is grand, you got this little stream accompanying you up the route but eventually it starts getting cliffy. There's parts of the main path were you only have room for one foot as you move across, always got paranoid I'd fall down those. The worst bit was when you got to the end though. Now I don't know why but the final third of the mountain is completely rocky. Every single step you take is on stones which are constantly moving, constantly going from under your feet. The worst part is that there are always old people taking up the parts where you can cling onto stuff so you literally have to get down on all fours and crawl your way up the boulders and stones. Worst part is if you slip and fall, bam, you're falling a long way down. All of this is not fun for a seven or eight year old believe me.

Well that's about it for today's edition. Not much else to talk about. I got a N64 that year which combined with my exploring covers most of my summer. They were a simple time.

Okay, yeah, so tune in next time when it's onto third class, it's not the most interesting class, so I'll probably use it talk about life at Darver in general. But there were a few awesome things like Pokémon and part time teachers.

Ciao.

Mama says they was magic shoes. They could take me anywhere.

Okay on to the next chapter of my life 1997 and first class!

Usually up to this point Ms. McGuiness would handle first class along with the senior and junior infants (small school), but for some reason this year Mrs. Duffy took on first class instead, I assume it was a numbers thing.

I can tell you right now I did not like Mrs. Duffy. She just had it in for me the whole time, I have no bloody clue why either, it was like I was being used to keep everyone else in line. Wait till I tell the second and third year stories about her man!

Anyway first class at the time was when you did confession and communion, I think it's been bumped up to second class these days due to kids being to immature for god or something. I dreaded the time coming up to first confessions. The amount of stuff I thought you had to learn and recite to the priest was insane and I thought if you messed up just a little you got the unholies. It's also crazy how much you have to rehearse to take part in it, it all had to run perfect.

I can still kinda remember what I said that day to the priest. It was like "Err hello father, forgive me for I have sinned, I like fought with my brother and gave out to my mam." It was a load of crap, I just wanted to get away from the priest as quickly as possible, I never liked being around priests, too judgemental.

Well first confessions came and went. I had no idea why we did confessions or anything like that, we focused more on making the ceremony look good than why we did it. Anyway life at seven was pretty sweet. I remember I had a rocking maetabolism, I mean I could eat for hours on end and not gain a pound, it was the life, sadly nowadays I gotta exercise and watch what I eat. Getting old sucks.

I was also uber tall. I was like a head above everyone else, it seems crazy now how tall I was, the teachers constantly referenced it which made me feel awesome. Then Barry started catching up though and eventually became taller than me, he always got their references :(

Next up was first communion. I hated it. I remember dreading putting it in my mouth. I remember the fear of choking on it. I remember the terrible taste. As ashamed of my self as I am I remember crying the first time I held one in my mouth. Why do I always remember the bad stuff :\

Yes I am aware how that last paragraph could be taken out of context you sick, sick people.

First class was pretty fun for nature studies. We'd have these wee books with rabbits and junk in them and we'd learn all about the environment. I loved every minute of it. Then we would go on these fun nature walks all around the surrounding areas of the school. Usually we would walk up to Darver Castle. Back then the Castle wasn't used as a hotel, it was just a fancy hotel in the middle of nowhere. The lane going up to it was always one of my favourite things. Trees arched over the path blocking out the sky, it felt like I was in a massive forest.

At the centre of the lane was this old creepy graveyard. The headstones were beaten and covered in ivy. The bottom end of the graveyard seemed like it would open out and grab you kicking and screaming into it. We never dared venture down there lest some weird beasts get us. The graveyard these days isn't enterable it has been consumed by nettles to the point they just out onto the path. Back then however it was a magical place.

I rmember once on the way back from the graveyard to the school we came across this old building. It was so covered by fauna that you couldn't make out any of the outside walls. It felt like we'd unearthed some past civilisation right there. I actually wonder do the castle owners even know about those buildings.

In all honesty not much happened in first class besides the religious activies, my hatred for Mrs. Duffy didn't pick up until second class.

This was the year I believe I was first introduced to Kenan and Kel. My god did I love that show. It was the reason I would get up early on a Saturday morning. I can't really remember many of the tv shows I watched before pokemon and them came along.

This was the year I joined the Joes gaelic football team. Barry was the one who brought it to our attention as he told us all of the marvels of playing footballs outside school. When I showed up there I was all like "LET'S PLAY BALL" but eventually I really stopped caring about playing ball and just wanted to talk with the dromiskin folk about stuff. They were okay people a lot of them didn't talk coz football iz srs bsns. This was where I met Niall McEvoy who would come along to play a pretty big role in my life later on in secondary school.

Football with the Joes was a mixed time. I was never good at football. I just didn't get the whole chasing balls and kicking em thing. Hell back when people were talking bout Manchester United and all that crap I just wanted to talk about the last episode of Kenan and Kel. Most people were just too obsessed with football to care otherwise though. I longed for the day I could talk to people who didn't talk about football. Like there were people there that were like that like Stephen O'Neill but I just never liked that guy y'know. Oddly I can't remember if I talked to Kevin much before 6th class, I wonder what he was off doing in those times. If you're out there in the interspace, make your own blog brah!

But that's about it for today, I didn't cover a lot of the stuff I wanted to but I'm all groggy today so imma just relax for the rest of the night. Ciao folks!

You know it's funny what a young man recollects?

So continues my life story.

Senior infants, now what do I remember about senior infants.For some weird reason one of the things that comes to mind with senior infants is an argument that I wasn't even involved in. I remember it was a sunny day and Ms. McGuiness had given us english work to do. Out of nowhere there was a loud argument raising from the corner of the room. Apparently Sinead and Larney were having a massive debate. Ms McGuiness was all like "Y U NO WORK", then Larney turns around and was all "COZ WE DISCUSSIN". What came next shattered my young fragile mind.

Ms. McGuiness asked Kevin what they were arguing about then Kevin was all like I shouldn't say but then he did. They were wondering if you said fuck (or was it feck) in a song then was it a bad thing. To my shock Ms. McGuiness didn't seem bothered a 5 year old had just cursed and instead was all like "It's fine I suppose". I remember from that moment on a lot of the class starting talking like sailors when the teachers wern't around, I mean there we were at 5 and 6 and we were cursing more than my uncle in the Greyhound Inn.

That guy I was talking about in the last post, Meehal, he left Darver school that year. I vividly remember him telling us that he was leaving, it was about a month or two after he fainted and hit his head off the corner of a desk. At the time I didn't really care, I mean I remember I talked to him a lot in school and all but I just couldn't care less if he left or not. I don't think I ever saw him again after that, hell I don't have a clue what he even looked like anymore. All I remember is that he had short blond hair, that's about it.

As I remember it when he left Aine arrived as if taking his spot in the class. I'm not sure when Niamh arrived or if she was there from the start, I think she arrived later on though. I don't think in the entirety of the time I was at primary that I spoke to her even once, seems crazy now since the class was so small, she was just insanely shy I suppose. It must have sucked for Sinead during the time before first class though, she must have been the only girl in the class I think.

This was the year people started inviting others to birthday parties. I remember I intentionally didn't invite two people to mine as I really didn't like them at the time, damn I was an asshole. My birthday party was not an interesting one I pretty much took everyone over ot my house and messed about for a few hours. There was like this random pile of sand we messed about it in for awhile, that's about all I remember. I would look through old photo albums but I find myself jealous of how tanned I used to be and therefore stay away from them, like srsly skin start getting darker, gah! D:

Back at this age I had terrible eczema on my hands. I mean it was the pits man. It didn't go away till like the start of secondary but at this point it was at its worst. Like my hands were split open in places and yeah it was creepy as hell. So yeah that really sucked at the time.

This was the first year I remember of the Patrick arc of best friend thing. The whole best friend thing I mentioned in a previous post spun out of control in this year. You had to have a best friend in this year or you were a schloser. I drifted away from Andrew from this point and became friends with Patrick. Looking back he was a social genius. He knew how to play people off one another at the age of five, back then of course it was impossible to see it. I remember he turned Barry against me at some point in senior infants and that hate towards me never went away till like 2nd year of secondary school. Then again maybe I did something bad back then I can't remember, who knows, maybe some day he'll write a blog of his own and we'll figure it out.

This was the last year I came first in the sports day I think. From this point on Andrew would edge out victories against me in the sprint. In my defense I wasn't a sporty fellow, this was pretty much the one time a year I ran, I guess I just got good sprinting abilities, he on the other hand played football erry'day. I always hated sports day cause my family made it out to be a massive thing for me. OH MARK'S GONNA WIN BIG THIS YEAR HAHAHA. There was always too much pressure, I just wanted to have fun :\

This year was my first run in with Badminton! I remember being taken to the Darver community centre with my brother and walking in. Sadly I got turned away at the door though. Seems you had to be in at least second class to play, they weren't a 'babysitters'. Adults can be cruel.

This was the last year I was ever in the same school as my brother. I never really saw him that much anyway. He went off to the Marist afterwards which I would eventually follow him to but that's a story for another day.

Throughout this year there was an obsession with the spice girls flying around the school and I even I, the king of cool, fell into their hypnotic beats. Alas the six year old me was not involved in much else of the 90's culture back then. My fun times came from exploring my neighbours fields and lanes. There used to be all this crazy terrain that looked like it was from another world, plants that seemed to be moving by their own accord. I had my trusty plastic sword with me however so any dangers I met were swiftly dealt with!

Well...that's about all I remember from 1996. I could go into family stuff and holidays and what not but that would just bore my already bored audience, so I guess I'll leave it here for today. I really didn't think I'd have enough to write about for senior infants but whaddya know I did. Tommorow will be first class then, religion, the joes and a new teacher, fun times await!

I'm not a smart man... but I know what love is.

Okay I've got a new idea, I'm going to attempt to sum up my life, year by year, this should give a good inside into the glory that is me. I'll go from 1995 to now so let's get started!

Okay I believe a good starting point is my entrance into primary school. I remember I was five at the time. Being born in October my parents felt I was too young to go to school at four. When I think now I always wonder just how different life would be if I started earlier.

I digress, I remember my first day like it was yesterday. I remember entering the class room and thinking it would be fun. I sat down at like the front of the class, as I remember it I was at the same table as Andrew, Susan and Meehal. I remember I didn't like Meehal at all for the silliest reason. He had the same first initial as me.

You see back in junior infants we always had to do this thing were we talked about the first letter of our name, she only chose one person per letter and he ALWAYS got picked. I knew the answers to all the questions she asked but he had no clue, I just wanted to bark the answers at him. I was a weird child.

I also remember one day I came into class and he was sitting in my seat. I was furious as he claimed "lolmyseat". I was about to bring down the anger when all of a sudden he told me Ms McGuiness had moved people around and lo and behold she had. I hated him even more from that moment on though as he made me feel silly.

Lunch time was a weird time back then. I don't remember hanging out with people in the class that much, I remember I hung out with John and one other person, not sure if it was Larney or Cian. We ate crisps off the dirty ground that year, random fact right there, don't know why I remember it so clearly.

Another one of my main memories from that year is subtraction. I remember how difficult we all found it and I mean the entire class found it impossible. When Ms McGuiness left the room we all struggled desperately to get explanations out of one another but it was impossible. Eventually the teacher found us out and explained it to us over and over till it finally clicked.

This was my first meeting with the Irish language. I remember hating it from the moment I opened the book. I even remember the picture it was a girl walking to school with an Irish sentence underneath describing it. I remember thinking to myself this is so pointless I can already describe what she is doing why do I need to use different words to do it. It really sucked at the time and it didn't get better as we spent an hour or two everyday doing Irish.

Towards the end of Junior Infants everyone was obsessed with best friends. I think mine was Andrew. That constant best friends thing would continue for years and years. That's really about everything I remember from junior infants though.

Shit wait I remember something else. Okay so we had toy time everyday at two. We picked toys in turn. Table by table everyone got a toy. Now this was fucked up, THEY ALWAYS STARTED WITH THE SAME TABLE AND ENDED WITH THE SAME TABLE. Needless to say as my table was at the front of the class and furthest away from the toys I always got to pick last. I never once got to play with the goddamn toy cars, always pissed me off.

1995 that was the year I first saw The Lion King. I got the VHS for Christmas along with some power rangers one, the queen of ooze or something. This is the first Christmas I remember. The only thing I remember from it though is actually watching The Lion King. It was such an amazing film, everything about it was incredible it felt like I was on an adventure with Simba. The race through the jungle to the water spot was crazy. Ahh I need to re watch that film tonight :3

One of my big memories from this year was playing my brother's NES. I remember the entire family crowding around the screen being amazed that my brother was controlling the main character of a film.I couldn't jump over the first goomba in mario though and got pissed off and threw it there. Damn A button was hard to press man :(

That's really all I remember from 1995. I wonder when I get older will I even remember it, I remember Mr. Jennings saying once that eventually memories fade and your memories turn to memories themselves. As in you can only remember that you once remembered something.

Anyway tune in next time when I'll probably skip on to first class as I remember very little about senior infants!

In Honour of Saint April

Never, throughout this entire year have I experienced weather as great as I have in this past week, it has been amazing, the type of weather that makes you want to take off your pants and jacket and just lie in it for hours on end. It makes me become complacent though, college work sees to not matter, all I want to do is play frisbee and sit on benches for ages. I cannot wait for summer because of it all, I have so many plans, I will write down that list of plans eventually.

Gonna get grumpy for a bit now! For a week now it was planned I was gonna spend a day with mah bros Cathal and Larney in their pad yesterday. However my Irish studies lecturer had a better plan in mind called grab marks balls and punt them for four hours Tuesday night. Thus I did an essay on quite possibly the most cryptic description I have ever seen, just what I wanted.

Give me a break on the whole bitching thing today, it's just that I was really looking forward to chilling with mah bros! :(

You are probably getting annoyed with my rambling so let's get onto a topic. Oxegen! Festival, I am disappoint. I was on oxegens side for a long time now, I defended the line up thinking it was the best they could get but no, I saw the Leeds festival line up. Every single band there is incredible, Muse, 30 Seconds to Mars, Panic! etc. I seriously hate oxegen right now and want to go to Leeds more than anything right now D:

Up Mark! Bring this shitty mood up, you're losing your audience. You're right me let's get fun! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Never shall I let my audience be depressed! I shall cheer you all up with an amazing recommendation you will thank me forever and everz for. Look up the infinite mirror on youtube. Through the power of SCIENCE they have created a mirror so sexy, so awesome that even your religious grandmother would denounce god at the very sight of it.

Gonna be honest here for a bit guys, I sometimes wonder if aliens are existing among the stars. Like think about it man, us alone in the cosmos, it's too scary a thought to ponder. There must be something else out there, imagine just going on forever and meeting nothing. I like to think that there be some hot alien wimminz that are all about the Rustic Skyscraper.

Let your comments of aliens pour over me guys, no wait I have a better idea!

You, yes you! I want you to give meh some new music to listen to, I'm running out of fresh stuff on Last FM, which is such an amazing website by the by. Found to many awesome bands through it!

Down in the dumps are you? Well boy howdy do I have the band for you. Slap the words Cobra Starship into your internet things right now for hours upon hours of musical goodness, you'll thank me when you're awake at five in the morning at a karaoke bar singing Guilty Pleasure.

Never have I gotten into a band as fast as I got into them, from the moment I heard "The City Is At War" I was like, fuck yes these guys are going to be good and hot damn was I right, plus the chick in it is crazy amounts of hot, BONUS!

Gonna rap this post up now in a bit so stay with meh guys!

Run, that word is a bitch for me. Today I went for my usual walk/jog but I decided I'd try and add in a half mile run, hot damn did I pay for that! Biggest stitch I have ever gotten half way through the run, moral of the story? Don't eat a big dinner and then go for a run it's a bitch.

Around now I'm starting to ramble so I'm going to rap this up for today, think imma go listen to some Broken Social Scene now, for anyone that's reading and hasn't listened to the, FUCKING CHECK EM MAN, C'MON, GAH!

And that's about it for today's post folks oh no wait I forgot to mention my word of the day!

Desert, not only is it a homonym but I like to shout it at old people as they walk down the street, oh woah I'm going to big lengths to make this work now.

You guys have been great for putting up with this grammatical nightmare of a post. I'm guessing you're wondering why my blog had such a pointless post today, well check the first word of each paragraph bros. Much Love and Peace Out!

Finding God at the Goth Show

Seeing McArdle's new post has inspired me to do a summation of my current life. Well let's start it off boring to hook the audience eh? COLLEGE! Boy howdy the work keeps coming and I just can't seem to care. I have 3 projects due next Monday and ain't started a single one of em yet. I really do wish I cared more but ever since TY caring about any form of work has become a depressingly impossible feat.

On the bright side! The sun is finally coming from behind those pesky clouds. Today was incredible. I'm so happy I didn't watch the film because once I walked outside it was like 16 degrees out, I would have stripped down to my scivvies and enjoyed it immensely if people didn't frown so much upon that lewd behaviour. Haters ain'gonna emancipate.

In other aspects of life the diet thingy is coming along swimmingly, I fell off the wagon once or twice but I then refocused avec gusto! I think I've achieved about the right body fat, now it's time to focus on building some manly muscles. The piano learning isn't going as well though as it's damn hard to find time to fit in learning instruments these days so I think I'll make that my top priority for when summer comes.

Speaking of summer, I cannot wait for oxegen right now. It's actually going to be insane, my main mission shall be to drag as many people as possible to My Chem. I'mma also start listening to as many of these lesser known bands as possible between now and then and hopefully find some gems among the coal. Imma have to sort out the whole camping situation soon enough though but alas that's a worry for another time.

In the past two days I've gone on a spree listening to all the music I listened to during 1st to 3rd year when the emo scene took over my fragile tastes. My god I forgot how much I love all this music. Sum 41, System of a Down, Sugarcult, New Found Glory, Jimmy Eat World, Incubus and so many more. It really makes me wish that the whole punk rock scene would come back. Now don't get me wrong I love the whole indie/alternative scene that's going on at the moment but c'mon man it's summer, we need some upbeat music, vampire weekend is the closest thing I've found to it in quite awhile now. Though I did hear awhile back that Green Day was remaking that Cigarettes and Valentines album that they had stolen from them, now if that actually happened that could be the catalyst to get punk rock up and going again but I haven't heard anything about it in a long time so I assume it fell apart. Upside down smiley face.

I think I may make a list of things to do this summer on this blog thing. That way I'll be forced to do them through the social pressures of failing in front of others, ultimate usage of negative things man.
Wrestlemania in like 2 weeks, fuck my eye with a lawnmower this is going to be awesome, almost every match I want to see. We must organise something for it, it will be intense!

And well that's it for today, I keep getting sidetracked from listening to the Blue Album so imma do that now (probably).

Good luck and God save the French!

What Terrible Taste He Has.

Well seeing as I ain't updated this in ages I'll do something fun that 30 song challenge in one day, TIME COMPRESSION!

1. Your Favorite Song

Hrmm a favourite song eh? Well at the moment I'd have to give that title to Hurricane by Panic! at the Disco.

Overall though almost every single Arcade Fire song would be in this spot but I'll link to The Well and The Lighthouse as I don't think it gets enough appreciation.


2. Your Least Favorite Song

An easy answer as I was sick of this song being played everywhere I went for what 6 months?

I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyes Peas


3. A Song That Makes You Happy

Hrmm this question makes me realize I mostly listen to depressing music...
Yeah for this one I'd have to say Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa by Vampire Weekend, it's just so upbeat!

4. A Song That Makes You Sad

I love songs that make my sad, I'm weird like that, so there's many, many options for this one.
So I'll put some of the songs that I've been re listening to lately which make me pretty sad.
Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap.
Star Star ** by The Frames
You Could be Happy by Snow Patrol

5. A Song That Reminds You Of Someone

Again there's also a lot of these so I'll put down the most fun one. Christmas two years ago singing Rule The World by Take That like every two minutes with Larney, awesome times!


6. A Song That Reminds You Of Somewhere

Summer 2006, on a plane back to Ireland, looking down at the French cities underneath in the middle of the night listening to Sam's Town by The Killers. It just felt oddly magical how relevant the lyrics "I see London, I see Sam's Town" were.


7. A Song That Reminds You Of A Certain Event

As cheesey as it sounds imma go with Graduation (Friends Forever) by Vitamin C. It wasn't until they played that song that BAM! it hit me that school was over, I got such a sinking feeling from that.


8. A Song That You Know All The Words To

I love this song sooooo much! I'm Sticking With You by The Velvet Underground.
Anything that you might do, I'm gonna do too!


9. A Song That You Can Dance To

The main one for this has to be Twist and Shout by The Beatles. Just try and listen to it and not get into the rhythm!


10. A Song That Makes You Fall Asleep

This one is just so gentle I could listen to it while drifting off. La redécouverte by Yann Tiersen.
Oh and also Fragments of Memories by Nobuo Uematsu.


11. A Song From Your Favorite Band

Hrmm, I don't really have a singular favourite band so I'll use this space to put in a song from a band I won't use anywhere else on the list. Plus I really like the band anyway, so to hell with the haters.
The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You by My Chemical Romance.

I was going to go with Famous Last Words but seeing as everyone and their mother has listened to The Black Parade, I decided to go with a less known one.


12. A Song From A Band You Hate

Take Your Mama by Scissor Sisters.
No comment beyond the fact I despise them.


13. A Song That Is A Guilty Pleasure

I don't really feel guilty about it but I do like So What by P!nk. It's just such a catchy song.


14. A Song That No One Would Expect You To Love

That's a tough one as I usually tell people anything that I'd listen to. But I guess people wouldn't really expect me to like Kanye West but I love his stuff, Flashing Lights got me hooked into his stuff.
They also probably don't expect me to like Numba 1 (Tide is High) by Kardinal Offishall but I find it enormously catchy.


15. A Song That Describes You

Bleeding Christ this is a tough one as I find it hard to describe myself. So I'll just use a middle ground and tell you the song I used to feel described me when I was all deep and brooding around like 13 and alternative music still wasn't big yet. Oh yay a view into my younger psyche!
Lithium by Nirvana.

16. A Song That You Used To Love But Now Hate

For this one I want to do something more interesting, something I liked for about a week then hated for say 3 years then re listened to and loved it.
And this would be the entire American Idiot album!

I remember when this first came out I was so excited to hear new Green Day stuff after worshipping the International Superhits compilation but after a week or two I started noticing the music videos and hearing people talk about how Green Day had sold out. I looked into it and by god they were right! I was infuriated one of my favourite bands had left me to rot so they could appeal to a wider audience. I boycotted them for years after this, they were traitors to me.
But then I took a step back from my high horse after a few years and realized that the album they made was pure gold and I'm actually quite pissed at myself for being such a moron.

So I'll link to what I believe is the diamond among this album of gems. Jesus of Suburbia.



17. A Song That You Hear Often On The Radio

I don't listen to the radio much at all so I can't really give a good answer on this one but for being such an old song I do hear Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys.



18. A Song That You Wish You Heard On The Radio

Just because it's coming up to Oxegen I wish they'd play more of the Foo Fighters on the radio to get me in the mood, I guess if I had to pick one song I'd go for: Next Year.



19. A Song From Your Favorite Album

While I dislike repeating artists on this list I'll have to use Arcade Fire again for this one as they have my favourite album, which is The Suburbs.

From this album I'm going to go with Half Light I. Not because it's my favourite but just because I've been listening to it the most lately.



20. A Song That You Listen To When You’re Angry

When I'm angry I don't really listen to music but I guess Attack by 30 seconds to Mars would be a good one.



21. A Song That You Listen To When You’re Happy

I'd have to say Classico by Tenacious D. I don't think anybody could listen to this without having a smile on their face.
Oh wow, that's my first time actually watching the video and holy fuck that was terrible, so yeah just ignore the video :\



22. A Song That You Listen To When You’re Sad

There's no set song I play when I'm feeling down, it varies y'know. Anything by Five for Fighting is good though, in particular Michael Jordan, Jainy or Love Song.

I do love mah depressin' music.


23. A Song That You Want To Play At Your Wedding

Okay this one is kind of cheating as it's more of what happened in this video that I love than the song BUT the song is really, REALLY good as well so it all works out. Check the link to see the video I'm talking about.

Forever by Chris Brown


24. A Song That You Want To Play At Your Funeral

I guess I'll keep in tone with it being a funeral and keep the music gentle and choir like, so I'll go with: Caresse sur l'Océan by Les Petits Chanteurs de Saint-Marc


25. A Song That Makes You Laugh

It's quite rare a song would make me laugh but I think I've got the perfect one which is also a catchy as hell song.
Time Warp from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

26. A Song That You Can Play On An Instrument

After many a tedious hour learning it I finally mastered Clock Tower by Koji Kondo on piano.


27. A Song That You Wish You Could Play

This one would definitely have to be Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig van Beethoven. Hopefully I might have this learnt by the end of summer and if I do I am officially declaring myself 'da man'.


28. A Song That Makes You Feel Guilty

I can honestly say there isn't a single song that has ever made me stop and say to myself "Oh man, I wish I wasn't so damned guilty". This is an idiotic question so imma not answer it.


29. A Song From Your Childhood

Oh so many options for this one but I'm going to go back to one of my youngest memories when I remember thinking "Gee whiz this sure is a good song, yes sir I like the sound of this tubular melody".

And that song would have to be Circle of Life from The Lion King.

I'm actually amazed every time I hear someone hasn't seen this film, I feel it is my mission to introduce every single one of them to its glory.



30. Your Favorite Song At This Time Last Year


Hrmm, I can't even really remember what I was listening to this time last year but I do remember listening to the new Green Day album '21st Century Breakdown' so annoyingly I'm going to have to use them again. I'd say my favourite song of theirs would to have to have been: Murder City


And that's a rap for this edition of the blog, hopefully I'll start updating more.

Peace out.

If You Close the Door, the Night Could Last Forever

It's been awhile since I last updated and since I have a lot of work to do and need an excuse to not do it, hurrah i'll do this instead! So without further ado ...if you're listening WAAOOOOOHHH OHHHHHH. Are you listening?

College is being a big bowl of fresh gay lately. Lots of work piling up and I mean lots, bloody sucks cock. I have about three CA's due in the next week and a half and I ain't started a single one. I have one due Wednesday which is killing me. The problem is I have no idea what to do for it, literally no idea at all. The theme's "A New Beginning" but that's just too broad, my brain hurts at the thought. I was thinking doing some fat fuck standing with a cheeky grin in a gym like a new start in life or maybe a dog sitting outside as in a new family, a new start. It really sucks though, my mind is too lucid to think up some tubular ideas right now.

You know what else sucks, for like three days its constant class, no breaks, all I want to do is enjoy the bloody sun, is that too much to ask D:

I gots the new pokeymons there last Friday and I must say it is bloody awesome, maybe it's my nostalgia slapping me in the face every 5 seconds but it's as addictive as all hell.
MY POKEYMONS LETS ME SHOWS U THEM!

Oh man do I fucking hate photoshop, I mean holy shit, I hate that fucking crap. It's just so fucking annoying to work....fuck.

Today just isn't a good day at all, I mean I thought it would be great today, I really did but all these CA's have brought life to a crashing standstill, I just wanna play pokeymons and work out, why can't life be simple :(

Well today's blog has been one big rant and I'm not in the mood to talk about fun stuff, so I'll just leave this post sitting here for people to stumble across.

Being for the Benefit of Mr. Fitzpatrick!

And thus I return from my internet slumber.

It's been awhile since I've last used the internet as the college internet is quite gay, people constantly looking over your shoulder, websites blocked, hows a bro to look up some porn?

Life without the internet forced me to find new ways to amuse myself at home, what a bloody hell that was I must say. Needless to say my whole exercise routine thing I said I'd undertake awhile back in this blog took a massive shot in the arm. However the results are starting to show! I have mostly lost all unnecessary body fat and the definition of muscle is starting to show, my aim (one shared by Frank) of a John Morrison-esque body is closer than ever, HURRAH!

Learning Piano has come along a bit too, however unlike exercise I find it difficult to gather together an hour or two of time a day for it. I have learnt a few songs though and I'm quite proud of my rendition of the Song of Healing, sadly nobody has come close to recognising it yet, these philistines need to pick up a nintendo 64 controller.

I have made time with no internet for some significant show watching.
Kudos must go to Cathal for introducing me to Adventure Time, such a glorious show full of magic, wonder and hilarity. Smallville has also gotten a lot of watching, season eight is pretty damn fantastic and I hear the ninth is even better, bodacious.
Dragonball Kai is also awesome, if you ain't seen Z check it out, it takes out most of the boring crap though it can feel very disjointed in places. I do warn though it may be my nostalgia that makes me like kai.
Earthworm Jim, now this is a show. I can't remember it being this funny but listening to Jim yell fills me with the happiness of a warm gun, mama.
Season seven of The Office, oh hell yes, this show could be about Michael sitting on the toilet for an hour trying to hammer out a difficult bowel movement and I'd still be in stitches, a pox on the next season with its new Michael.
JERSEY FUCKING SHORE, oh sweet jesus, this is quite possibly the greatest show I have ever watched. There's these 4 muscle bound dudes and 4 pretty unattractive girls and by damn it reaches all new kinds of hilarity. I especially love the episodes when (I forget his name) the guy that looks like he plays rugby goes out and finds someone to beat the crap out of.
Oh and there's this dude called 'The Situation' first off, when the hell did he decide to christen himself that and secondly why did 'The Event' or 'The Happening' not take his fancy. You see it's actually some sort of ingenius PUA technique though. This man goes up to women rubs his abs on them and says "Looks like we got a situation here!" and god bless him it works almost everytime, bros got style.
Then There's this annoying girl called Snooki, now I despise this chick and wasn't going to watch the show because of her but hell she knows how to throw a fist. I advise all to check out the show as it something that a pantheon of gods couldn't replicate at their finest hour.

Yesterday I quite possibly watched the greatest film of all time. Napoleon Dynamite! I'd never seen the film before as to be quite honest I'd never really heard of it outside of that dance in World of Warcraft. I'd also see those 'Vote for Pedro' t-shirts on someone once a month but I always thought they were some Mexican political statement, I be feelin' quite silly. Anyways, the movie was so ridiculously funny I almost spurted milk out my nipple.None of it made sense, the main charachter was a condescending, defensive asshat with the same facial expression all the time but by god do I want to watch it all again. I say we get a double movie night of Napoleon Dynamite and Ferris Bueller's Day off going. It would be extreme heat chilli sauce.

Music wise I haven't been able to expand my horizons very much without the internet as I refuse to buy albums which left me looping some of the stuff I'd been listening to since Christmas. Since the sun has started beaming in the past few days however I have started getting back into listening to the Beatles. I guess it's because I listened to all the remastered stuff during last summer but everytime the sun starts shining all I want to do is turn on the beatles and go outside and play some frisbee or something. I used to never appreciate the sun but by hell do I love it at the minute. Sunny days give the greatest feeling ever. Just knowing that I can go out and lie on the grass and relax is a bodacious feeling. I'm so tempted to take up an outside sport now but I digress.
Outside of the Beatles I've mostly been listening to The Beach Boys, My Chem, Panic!, Foo Fighters, 30 Seconds to Mars, Arcade Fire, Five for Fighting (under-appreciated to an ugly extreme) and of course my new favourite Vampire Weekend (who have the honor of having he only new album I've listened to in like a month, relish it lads, relish it).

College lately has become quite a miserable bitch. My lack of enthusiasm for working has come back to haunt me as my work pile continiues to stack and stack to the point I feel it pointless to attempt it but alas I'l give it the olde college try (do ho ho) soon enough. However my attendance has been exemplerary so far and today has been the first day I said sod it and didn't go in, I feel this may trollop off a bit though now that the nice weather is here. I'm not going to waste such nice weather listening to lecturers winge about cinema and cameras, this is relaxin' weather, summer cannot come quite fast enough at the minute.

Huh it seems today is Valentines Day, I had no clue it was today, I thought it wasn't till Friday, Happy Valentines Day to all I guess? Carrying on, I shall be doing some themed blog posts very soon, possibly one out tonight so keep an ever vigilante eye out, till then, Adios all.

He says he will but never does.

As of late I have seen fellow bloggers do reviews of things they liked in the past year or even decade. I however take such restrictions by the groin and throw them out my window in a fashion not seen since the good 'olde days of batterin broads.

With this I am going to unleash a series of posts I like to call "Mark likes stuff and this be the stuff he likes." Catchy I know.

With this I shall begin, "with what" you ask with a slight sense of boredom dulling your voice. First off you're a dick and secondly I shall keep you in suspense! Unless of course you are reading this after you read my future blogs thanks to time being an uncivilized swine who does not command my respect or admiration. STOP AGEING ME YOU BASTARD!

I have however gotten deliciously off topic and at the sake of not rambling anymore I shall pull my trousers back on and start this thing.