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It's not that I don't love you..
It's just that..
The thing is..
I've found someone with more permanence.. someone with greater depth.. easier on the eyes.. and uh, I'm not very good at the whole gentle let-down routine, but I suppose the bottom line is....
Dearest Livejournal: Now.. As 2007 dawns, I am replacing (but never rejecting..) you with a retro, pre-ruled, eco-friendly notebook.. We've had some great times.. some great time-wasting times.. and I'm sure, the memories will live on forever- see the little user-friendly tab labelled "memories", for further confirmation of this.. For now, my incoherent babblings will remain in state for future reference, and possible psycho-analysis..
So long! Farewell! Auf Wiedersehen! Goodbye!!!
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[21 Dec 2006|01:30am] |
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Happy Feet: Go see it. Dooooooo it! Doooooooooooooooooo it!
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| Wintry woes... |
[21 Nov 2006|07:33pm] |
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November- The murky month you spend slumped in class, whittling down your list of Crimbo gift ideas, differentiating the plausible options from the scroogy (eg. novelty socks, rubber duck with santa beard..), the cliched (eg. selection box, all-singing-all-golfing Santa ornament..), and the downright cruel ("Seasons greetings from the Peaceful Valley Donkey Sanctuary and your new adopted donkey Babs...") Meanwhile, the countless casualties of N. Iosef's arctic conditions, amuse themselves by sneezing and hacking with great gusto, in your general direction.. As soon as the bell sounds, they stagger like ashen snow zombies, towards the nearest feeble radiator, leaving a trail of gloopy kleenex in their wake.. Ugh... 'Tis the season..
Nasal explosions aside; it's the icy pinch of a critical work-overload, that's currently taking its (universal) toll. I'm coasting a slippery slope of procrastination, distraction, and blissful denial. Behind me, lies a solid mass of 7-subject-revision, and I need to hack through it, before the months melt away.. It's simply, a not-so-simple matter of finding a foothold, and starting the uphill climb from there.. [/End ice cold reality check]
*Starts humming "Eye Of The Tiger" and fist jabbing*
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It's approaching 3.30am- can't sleep. Spent an hour or so, blinking at the ceiling.. Wandered to the window, to check out the swirly, blanket mist- v. seasonal. Sadly, we're lacking a good, old-fashioned, full, amber harvest moon.. plus, I do think the odd, baleful howl/snarl from a kick-starting chainsaw, would compliment ye old jack-the-ripper-fog nicely.. and maybe a few flappedy bats, and a fizzling lightning show.. and a swaying, skeletal weeping willow.. with gnarly, knotty bark.. and a raven cawing "Never more", from one the spindly branches.. and... and.. okay, carried away..
Creaked around on the floorboards a little, but no drowsy inquiries were made.. It's depressing, being the only one awake. I sent a few texts, to the usual night-owls.. nobody's feeling the least bit nocturnal. TV3 is looping a "Dolly Parton At Millstreet" commercial- thus committing an inexcusable atrocity, against the nation's insomniac community.. It's bad enough, not being able to sleep.. without having to fear that closing your eyes, will lead to some kind of ghastly, high-pitched, honky-tonk nightmare..
"Hello, I'm Dolly.."
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
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| E-nraged M-addened M-urderous A-ggravated |
[09 Oct 2006|09:35pm] |
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Had been simmering for well over a year, mais voila.. I guess the timer finally struck "00"
"Happy new year"
Frayed chords of composure were severed. The liberating truth needed to be truthfully liberated.
"WHAT THE FUCCCCCKKKK....." I won't pretend it was pretty.
It's not the possibility of future nasty, post-rant consequences, that worries me. It's the idea that I might not be able to fully vent my list of charges and harsh home-truths, now that the period of tense, sub-zero silence has set in.
Glasnost. Glasnost. Glasnost. Glasnost. Glasnost.
Though a surprising number of others threw in their long overdue 2cents, and it was.. well, greatly entertaining.. the fact is, there's a storm a'brewing.. Here be, a major tornado warning for Cnoc Muire class!
Shame our last year (two years, to be accurate), had to churn out this kind of bitterness.. :-/
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| A quick updatey matey... |
[19 Sep 2006|10:09pm] |
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Arrrgh... that there scurvy subject line, do be a right poor excuse for overlooking "International Talk Like A Pirate Day".. I'll be walking the plank for that 'un, me hearties.. Savvy?
So, uh.. issues.. Oh yeah, here's something for my "List of Irrational Phobias."
Crane fly. The scuttling undead?/Zombie insects?/Lazurus flies? They're wafting through the windows, invading, infiltrating... making the light fixtures all dusty.. and I, for my part, am turning an even paler shade of deathly-pallid, and hurling all manner of weighty objects (usually, tragically unstudied Geography/History textbooks..) in their general direction. Sometimes I miss (though I'm improving..), and they spiral away from the wall, dangly, gangly legs twisting in unnatural directions.. and I get to audition my "screech of bloodcurdling melodrama", before fleeing the scene. On other occasions, the book crashes to the floor, and from its wreckage, the slightly crumpled, but generally unperturbed crane fly, performs a phoenix-rise, back to its fly-on-the-wall vantage point. On Monday morning, I struck one with the base of a shoe (someone else's, naturally..), and a few of its thin, flexi-legs just FELL off, but it soldiered ahead. Using a dust buster, to simply vaccuum the creatures, out-of-sight and out-of-mind, has proved a more successful tactic. But they persevere.
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[30 Aug 2006|10:08pm] |
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Je suis vraiment miserable.. [French for "here-ends-the-happy-dancing"]
I'm one day back.. NO!, half a day even.. and have already slipped into dark-stormy-cloud, KILL ME NOW mode..
I'm already envisioning a year of insane boredom, and of course major LC-related STRESS.
Speaking of the latter.. I always imagined that I'd automatically discover some well-hidden super-focused side to myself, once LC year dawned.. (Lol, relying on latent schizophrenia probably wasn't the best Plan A, huh?) But I'm heading in tomorrow, with a bag of last year's crumpled, all-but-full copies and tragically doodle-yfied (Oh wow.. amend your dictionaries for that one..) coverless textbooks. Does my calculator still work? Mal sehen.. Heard the words "history research topic" this morning, and vaguely recollected that this was supposed to be pondered carefully, from a point in time, well before the Summer hols. *Here come the heart palpitations again* The worst part? I suspect that I may be TRUTHFULLY more concerned about missing some of the US OPEN tennis coverage on Eurosport.. than any of the above. :-/
[WARNING: These final lines have been reserved for sentiments of obnoxious self-pity, and theatrical cliches..]
I really wish I had access to a windswept balcony right now, (Sorry, no.. not so that I could hurl myself, or my laptop over the edge, and end this pathetic mini-drama.. Maybe next time!) so that I could wail "PAUVRE-MOI!!!" skyward, and wait for a thematic roll of thunder.. 'Pathetic fallacy', innit? and maybe find something billowy to drape over my shoulders, preferably black.. and apply some mascara, just so it'd stream.. and wring my hands in anguish.. and that'd all just about cheer me up, I think. :-)
For the moment, I'll just vent here though..
[WARNING: This random P.S. section may ruin the entire melodramatic tone of the entry..]
Recent reflections..
-Had I ACTUALLY crashed mom's car due to the Little Island industrial estate's population of adorable, gambolling rabbits.. [it was close..] then that could well have been THE most mortifying end to my budding driving career IMAGINABLE. The run-rabbit-run jokes, have yet to fade out. :-/
-Having whined about my four-day baby-cousin-sitting stint, to ANYBODY that would listen.. now that they've gone home.. I actually MISS Abbie's wide-eyed, near-toothless presence in the house. Squeeeee!
-Wow, just when it seemed like Rafael Nadal couldn't get any hotter.. He kicks off his US Open campaign with THAT red 'n' black outfit.. Vamos Rafa (with all my heart)!
Ok, I had way more to add ^, but I need to stop and sleep off some of my cynicism.. if that's possible. It probably isn't. In fact, I'll probably wake up TWICE as cynical. You know why I say that? Because... I'm... a... cynic, and the glass is just plain EMPTY tonight. :-)
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Ok, so this driving malarky.... really working for me. Had my second "official" driving lesson today and got from Douglas to Monkstown and back.. there were roundabouts (gasp!), traffic lights (ooh!), and a fat jaywalking terrier that should count itself lucky there were too many potential witnesses... The instinct to swivel 90 degrees left and say "M'kay, now what do I do?" has now subsided completely. A good omen. Next lesson is Thursday, and I'm all psyched 'n' enthusiastic (what's happening to me??) :-O
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| Update time.. |
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Now that I'm back from Kerry, I'm due my annual "panic re. the demise of the summer hols" episode.. Plus, since it's the dreaded Leaving Cert year that is looming on the horizon, like an oriental city-stomping mega-lizard.. I'll defo be "riding high upon a deep depression.." this time around. LE SIGH. Last year's [15 Aug 2005] LJ pep talk post still inspires some degree of optimism though- the equivalent of our entire Christmas hols, still remains.. *Forced smile*
Kerry was brillll.. (No, don't shield your eyes- the sarcasm meter is not about to shatter..) Crazy-good weather- spent an unprecedented length of time chillaxing and bodyboarding on Derrynane beach this year. Lurrrve it there. I can imagine it'd be a pretty desolate spot during the Winter though, when The Village [NOTE TO SELF: See new M. Night Shyamalan movie, despite cruddy reviews..] of Waterville will become a veritable ghost town during the off-season.. :-/
It transpired to be one of those large family holidays that have a high rate of golden Kodak moments.. Personal faves including- Ape-child being chased through a trad. craft shop by a hip-high, old English sheepdog...... the development of an inspired new babysitting system, whereby you dig a beach-pitt and assign a 3 year old cousin to keep burrowing until she can hear the Aussie kangaroos...... and of course; crazy chipper incidents 1 & 2. One night, I wandered in there, to find that the guy behind the counter bore a jawdropping, stomach churning, head turning, resemblance to Wayne Rooney.. Can't be good for business. On a second occasion, a phone call I made at one of the tables, revealed to a bunch of visiting, locked Cork langers, that there was another resident of the rebel county present, liiiike.. Being totally unaware that we'd beaten Waterford in a hurling match that day, the best I could do was return bewildered high-fives, and mumble "Yeah, up the rebels.." while turning as red as their jerseys.. Also discovered that Ireland now has a "mobile cinema" service, ie. a big blue lorry, with extendable sides/walls.. Dropped in there on one of the colder evenings, to finally see The Da Vinci Code (Tom Hanks does a great impression of a Giant Redwood in this one.. TIMBERRR.. Haha, if only I could tie that in with a FORREST gump pun now..) and was pretty impressed with how un-crappy the whole theatre-on-wheels concept is..
In other news, got my First Provisional License today, after a long queue & grumble session with an Ulster-accented granny.. The MTO receptionists were beyond irritating- more than once someone approached a free window, to be told, "they were just switching over".. which actually translates as, "engaged in a lengthy discussion about Sandra's stunning ivory satin wedding dress, with chiffon overlay"... As we inched closer to the counter, Northern Granny announced in despair that she had forgotten to fill out a medical form and was about to vacate the queue, when I pointed out that a category B provisional needs only an eyesight form, not full med.. My ever so helpful advice earned me an extra age in line, while she thoroughly confused the MTO official at the window with a handful of semi-complete forms, and her little blonde grandson toppled the velvet rope-barrier for the 3rd time, earning a vengeful glare from the besuited yuppy behind.. It was worth the wait though- I finally possess an official document that doesn't contain a cringeworthy photo.. Lol.
I've booked my first driving lesson for this Friday (Wooooooooooot!), and started picking out tracks for my Official 'Driving Mix-CDs'.. :-) The tracklistings are behind the cut..
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Done-De-Done-Done-Donnnnne! Four weeks in the office complete.. I think I've finally earned some kick-back time, si? I finished up on Friday and did the whole "thank you for all your support and hospitality.. blah, blah, blah.." routine, and backed it up with 3 boxes of Roches Stores cream cakes at teabreak. In all likelihood, I'll never set foot in those offices again, (the company are moving premises in a few months) so as I pocketed my last Tippex mouse, it was quite a poignant moment.. ;-) Have to say, even though I share the motivation level, of a comatosed three-toed sloth- I really enjoyed work this year.. It has broadened my horizons on so many planes.. I feel that I have reached a new stage of emotional and spiritual evolution, and am learning to love, accept, admire and embrace all the experiences and beneficial opportunities that lie before me, and... hahaha, ok, can't keep this going any longer.. tears of laughter don't mix well with electrical devices.. zzzzap..
Oh yeah, to backtrack further, last Wednesday, was pretty eventful.. The Cork Week was afloat in Crosshaven, and some of the world's most accomplished crews were in town, partaking in various scheduled races, and piss-ups.. We ended up observing proceedings from onboard a yacht (haha, I know.. long story..), and in stark contrast to my previous maritime experiences, nobody faced near-decapitation at the end of a weighty, swinging boom.. The swarms of nouveau-riche (complete with tinted blue ray bans..), and of course, the G&T guzzling "jolly hockey-sticks" brigade, (oh sorry- they refer to themselves as "Yachtis".. *cough, cough* more like Yeti's when they're drunk ;-) ..) weren't enough to make me decline this opportunity for a novel day off work.. Despite the odd rainshower, it was all v. enjoyable.. We were almost spliced by the 10 million quid monster-yacht, "The Maximus", which hails from New Zealand, and is the most technologically advanced boat of its kind on the planet.. From that point on, the navigators were that little bit more cautious when it came to avoiding crossing racing routes.. We also witnessed a fascinating rescue effort, when one of the yachts capsized, and a helicopter sent flares out overhead ("Shuttup Emma, we're not being bombed.."), for the ribs to come to the aid of the crew members.. On the downside, I failed to achieve my "look interesting and windswept" goal.. "red and peely" would be a far more accurate description, to be honest.. :-/
Finally, the Driver Theory Test has been scheduled for August 1st.. which should give me enough time to uproot the book, and maybe even read it! :-)
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So.. I survived working week 1/3, and more surprisingly still, so did the general office, which was subject to my invasion. No electrical infernos, document shredding mishaps, or swivel chair control loss.. Not even a temporary power-cut! (No kidding, my 2002 (?) office debut was marked by this particular chaos-inducing glitch..) Due to a recent addition to the Sales team, my usual work space was found to be occupied, so I was relocated to a corner of the Accounts dept., between the wall and the Minolta Inkjet colour printer.. This has turned out to be highly convenient, as I am no longer in the centre of the floor, feeling like an over-worked goldfish in a little transparent bowl.. On the negative side however, I've been deprived of my annual banter with Peter from marketing. Le sigh.. This time last year I was perusing his wedding, honeymoon, and various other vacation albums, and partaking in mutual dossing.. This year, our conversations have been all too brief. Also, miss being adjacent to Liam's desk. Making snarky remarks re. his "eclectic" musical taste (he has a major Prince obsession, but is also v. partial to anything by Damien Rice/Lisa Hannigan..), whiled away many a dull morning.. However, I've now allied myself with the phone operators, and am revelling in their World Cup bet. Basically, whoever's team wins the W.C., snags 100 euro. Tension is mounting as Brazil and England have now been ousted. Watch this space.. Aside from tea-break chatting, ongoing stationery theft, and lunch time shopping interludes, I'm actually getting a lot of work done too. Purchase orders, invoicing, order tracking etc. etc. Not exactly rivetting stuff, but consistently do-able. Also, got a pay-rise on Friday, so I finished the week on a high. Wuhey.. This week, Mars is in 4/5 days, and we have an unspoken agreement, that if her eldest niece goes on a lunch-run every afternoon, then she won't question the rapid disappearance of stationery from her desk.. The sad truth is that if I clap eyes upon an abandoned Tippex mouse, it'll either consciously, or otherwise, end up in my bag.. ;-) Sometimes they tell me to burn things too.. lol..
The Frames played the Marquee on Friday night.. S-T-E-L-L-A-R! (hee-hee.. "Star, Star, teach me how to shine.....") I recorded a lot of it, but typically enough, the playback quality was shocking. It sounded a lot more like a braking Luas tram colliding with a cement mixer, than a super-witty, creative, homegrown band rocking out a killer setlist.. Most of my faves were churned out; a lot of stuff from "Burn The Maps" and "Fitzcarraldo." No "Sideways Down", unfortunately.. but I guess, that wouldn't translate all that well live anyway. "Fake", "Revelate", "Star Star", "Angel At My Table" "Lay Me Down" and "Your Face" were best for sheer crowd involvement. Glen also threw in a spontaneous Van Morrisson cover in the encore, that went down well. "Santa Maria", "Finally", "Happy", "Underglass", "Fitzcarraldo", "Rent Day Blues", "Pavement Tune", "The Blood", "God Bless Mom", "What Happens When The Heart Just Stops" (<--- This intro was given: "This is a song about a three-legged dog in a parachute, heading for a sinking ship!") all featured.. but I'm probably missing a good few. As for pictures... again, my new Nokia failed me miserably, as it doesn't have a ZOOM capability.. It kills me to have no record of Glen's onstage lunacy; Elvis impressions et. al. The Immediate were impressive openers, and are so worth investigating, if you haven't heard much/any of their stuff before.. Great stage presence, and they all switched roles throughout their set, ie. drummer sings one, then the guitarist decides to wander over to the keyboard, leaving the keyboard guy to perform a crazy hand-clap-chicken-dance, before settling for a tamborine. As for the venue.. well, it's a big ol' circus tent, therefore the clowns weren't ever going to be too far off. During the Kanye West gig, one particularly athletic langer, apparently managed to scale the pole, and caused some degree of irritation, but on the plus side, none of the security crew got shot..
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VAMOS RAFA!!!
He did it! 2nd year in a row.. 60th successive victory on clay.. Woot! Woot!
Sure, it's tough that Federer didn't manage to realise his goal of holding all four grand slams... but, hey.. C'est la vie. His tournament was undeniably poor. Glad Justine Henin-Hardenne won the women's title, she really deserved it after her nightmare Australian Open final.. but it's a shame Clijsters really under-performed, and never got into the match at all. Great tournament on the whole- even though Roddick and Safin crashed out early..
Bring on Wimbledon! Hoping to see: Nadal develop a grass court game to rival his brilliance on clay.. how far Hingis' comeback will bring her.. Sharapova vs. her apparent clone, Vaidisova.. a replay of the battle of the Belgians.. Marat's new haircut.. how Andy Roddick recovers, and whether his new coach Jimmy Connors will aid a return to form.. Andy Murray crashing out as early as possible.. If Ancic will do as well this year, as is predicted.. if all the young newbies like Monfils, Berdych, Djokovic etc. will cause any major upsets.. if Lleyton Hewitt will become a serious contender again.... Yep, that'll do.
Rugby- I think Ireland got as close as they'll ever get to defeating New Zealand yesterday.. Chance gone. There were some highlights to the match though.... mostly in Andy Trimble's hair. Can't believe he's going into the priesthood! A great try from him, and of course from the B.O.D.. Donnacha was in for O'Kelly, which is always a plus.. Not impressed with Flannery's hissy fit towards the end, things were bad enough without him handing out freebie penalties..
World Cup- There isn't a Brit-channel free from Wayne "the troll" Rooney's moon face, or David Beckham's obnoxious daffy-duck voice, these days.. Though I loathe soccer as a rule, I've been told that I "have to" support a minimum of 1 team.. so I half-heartedly went with Spain, on the basis that Fernando Morientes is muy, muy fit, si? Typically enough, it was then brought to my attention that he isn't actually in the squad.. so I'll go with Germany, since Michael Ballack isn't half bad either.. Brazil are also acceptable, as I do recall them crushing England last time around, and they're that little bit more entertaining to watch, than most of the other dead-on-their-feet sides.. That's pretty much the full extent of my interest in proceedings however. :-/
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Today, I had my alarm set for 6.30, so that I could ignore it for a change.. and later,(much..) I exiled all textbooks to a dark cupboard corner- out of sight, out of mind for the next three months.. Solid start.
I spent most of the day lying on a trampoline, acting as an irresponsible UV-sponge.. Indeed, were it not for the arrival of a horde of rabid tweenies, at next door's birthday-BBQ shindig- I probably would have slept myself into the condition of an escaped Oompa-loompa (one that never learned to kerb its Sunny Delight addiction..). I managed to keep June 1st a relatively stress-free day- though I did submit to several treks from the garden.. to the phone.. to the fridge and toaster.. Phew.. Things became that little bit easier, when ape-child arrived home from school. She may have me over a barrel re. her birthday, which falls this Saturday, (Background note: I promised to buy her "Heelies", without researching said gift beforehand.. Stupid! STUPID! They'll have me broke, until I resume work in July :-( ...), but she's being incredibly helpful, and uncharacteristically charming, at least until such a time as she has her ridiculously expensive footwear strapped to her feet.. Subsequently, all scores from Roland Garros were relayed to me, game-by-game, set-by-set, match-by-match, from the TV room.. without my stirring.
I'll be spending the June weekend in Kerry again..
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SECTION 7D: Dealing With Surds.
WHY!?! Who'd want to deal with them?? They're self-proclaimed "never-ending, non-repeating, irrational numbers.."
...... Munster won the Heineken Cup, and I CRIED with happiness.. I can hear it now.. "Gedda loife child, there are more important things.." There sure are.... like surds, par exemple..
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| Rambling About Rome.... |
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Spent 4 days in Rome, with a large group of TYs- among them, the infamous "plastics".. an amazing breed, whose devotion to their Gucci shades never wavered, despite the occasional icy rainstorm.. or in fact, the general absence of sunlight after the hour of 10pm.. The other fourth years, rooted firmly outside the clique of eternally fish-netted ones.. were incredibly sound however, and managed to restore our faith in their entire year. Of the 30-ish on the trip, 6 went from our year (That's one fifth fifthies.. har, har.. *eye-roll*)
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The past 5 years: "Journalism, jOuRnAlIsM, JOURNALISM, JoUrNaLiSm, Jourrrrrnaaaaalllllliiiiissssmmmm.."
Today: "Hey.. Y'know, I think I want to study Law.."
And I do... I really, really do...
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In the desert, factors such as dehydration, heat-exhaustion and non-brand name sunglasses often cause ill-prepared camel herders to encounter mirages. In their deluded state of near-insanity, their eyes play cruel tricks and suddenly, ice-cream parlours, vials of scorpion anti-venom and friendly dancing milk cartons are appearing right, left and centre.. I wondered if the freezing temperatures and woefully unimpressive scoreboard had caused me to react similarly. I reluctantly looked away from the hooded hulk in the terrace, and continued sniggering at the half-time mini teams, who persistently ran in the wrong directions and tripped over each other. It wasn't until much later, having avoided losing my eye to a psychotic flag brandishing kid, and mentally voodoo cursed the multitude of chip-eaters, who were making me regret not packing more food.. that I hazarded another glance towards the stand. Either my delirium had severely worsened.. or there were now 2 other Irish internationals surveying the game, accompanying the super-fine DONNCHA!!! Waaaaaah! There was much consultation.. we even missed the brutal injuring of Frank Roche, but eventually came to the conclusion, that yes.. DONNCHA O'CALLAGHAN, PETER STRINGER.. AND RONAN O'GARA were not squad-training in Landsdowne.. but were very much present in Musgrave Park. I'll briefly summarise the high/lowlights of the match, then skip to the truly memorable part...
-As aforementioned, Frank Roche apparently suffered some ghastly back injury, because next thing we knew, he was stretched out on a bench directly in front of us, tears streaming down his face, and a large bag of ice pressed to his back.. We were horrified, shocked.. eagerly snapping photos.. :-P
-Barry Murphy was controversially sin-binned. He's super cute, but he failed to react too angelically to his 10 minute side-lining..
-The match finished up 10-08 to Munster.. The downside, apart from the low scoring.. was that each try was made in the first 10 minutes of the game.. Both teams earned one penalty.. and all that separated us from the dragons, by the final whistle was one failed conversion attempt on their part..
NOW! When the match finally ended, we hovered.. and hissed quietly.. and eventually dashed up the steps, careful not to make eye-contact with the awaiting stewards. Donncha had no chance. I threw my programme at him, and my newly named "lucky pen", then inflicted him with my "Omg! We saw you at Cinnamon cottage the other week and...." story.. AND HE WAS SO LOVELY! He laughed (and not in a petrified way, if that's what you're thinking..), and then offered to pass the booklet around to the other guys. Some people have compared him to the Incredible Hulk during matches (*loads shotgun*), but he's SO different in reality. The camera doesn't capture the twinkly blue hue of his eyes.. or how thick, and shiny his hair is.. or how adorable his smile is, (will present photographic evidence one the relevant pictures are extracted from Emer's camera phone..) Peter Stringer didn't make as much of an impact on me as the others, because I'd already tracked him down at a previous game, years ago.. Talking to one of Ireland's major "celebrity" players though, was pretty awesome. Ronan O'Gara was fairly quiet, but pleasant. His accent is comical, and he dropped my lucky pen.. but that's okay, he is a national treasure after all. We also picked up two other signatures, which I cannot read for the life of me. One might be from John Hayes, I recall the guy being bald, therefore I'm assuming it's him.. but I could be totally wrong. No leads on who the remaining autograph is from however..
Lol, I know I sound completely tragic, but I might edit this later to give a much more nonplussed account, in which I'll maintain all composure. Don't be too surprised if I do.. :-D
Anywho.. here's the relevant souvenir. Donncha is the first player, then John Hayes, and of course Ronan. None of them look particularly attractive here, but Donncha alone should sue for total mispresentation..
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| Top 4 ("Soon" To Be Top 10) Albums Of 2005.. meant to post this sooner... meh.. |
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I do intend to update this at some point, so it'll become a "Top 10 of 2005".. Whether I'll do so before we hit 2007 or not, remains to be seen.
1. SLEATER-KINNEY- The Woods/THE DUKE SPIRIT- Cuts Across The Land
There can't be a clear winner here; their cd cases are equally cracked from overuse, the booklets are faded and tattered to the same degree.. I'm too lazy to coin-toss, so it looks like the no.1 spot on my list will have to be shared.
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3. GARBAGE- Bleed Like Me
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4. BELL X1- FLOCK
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