Nights & Wires

Sam here....



I was supposed to go to Jeff's last night, but Queen Bitch wouldn't let me. So last night, a friend of mine was having a party in her house anyway so I went instead. I'd made a conscious decision not to get drunk last night, and I didn't. I'm quite proud of myself. Koppaberg is beaut, when mixed with orange juice. Seriously. I know in America cider is hard to come by, but look out for it!


Last night I got the Fratellis Album, Costello Music. When I got in, I pottered around the house, put the album on repeat and fell asleep. This morning I was rudely awoken by something that sounded like an owl being put into a plastic bag. I stumbled out of bed and my dad was tearing carpet up. Straight back to bed, and about 20 seconds later all the power goes. I open my door again, the he's got the floorboards up on the landing and is tinkering around with wires.

"FUCK! BASTARD! FUCK!" - I open the door and there's a light haze of smoke on the landing, and my dad is nursing a wound. I'm now afraid to touch ANYTHING metal in the house and have 999 practically on speed dial.

I've gained a bit of weight, but I'm OK with how I look. But lately I've been walking more and cutting out junk food quite a bit. If nothing else, it's making me feel better about myself.

I spend 30 euro($47) on headphones yesterday. Apparently that's excessive? I don't know.

Sex & The Second Floor

Sam here....


How do they get the cars up there? And down, more importantly?I don't think spellcheck is working.Test: gfdhijg. Nope, it's not. Ok, onto business.

I saw Dar today. He wasn't bullshitting me when he said he lost weight! Basically he was looking shit hot, as was I. So I met him in the city centre and we went for coffee in a shopping centre. We were sitting on the roof looking for our area's(the view was spectacular). There was a gap in conversation and he leaned in and kissed me. Still a great lisser. He smells the same. I know that sounds weird but everyone has a smell. So on the roof of this shopping, we both had rods on us that could beat Fred Phelps away from a military funeral.
The stairwell (without security cameras). Kissing and groping. He basically hauls me dick out and gives me a handjob. I'm still wearing the face off him at this stage. He breaks the kiss and drops to his knees and deepthroats me. A good 3 minutes pass and we're kissing again. My hands are in the front of his jeans having a bit of a grope. I whip his cock out and drop to my knees. The head on it is HUGE. Seriously! I don't deepthroat, but I did today. It annoys me when guys grap the back of your head and kinda push your mouth further on. He actually did that to me. Neither of us came. We both kinda kept meeting and groping until we heard footsteps. Then we just went downstairs and went our separarte ways.

The best part? The fact that he has a jealous possesive boyfriend.


I'm off school until Tuesday :)

Current Listening; Everything Counts - Depeche Mode

Bad health

Crackers!
I had a scare yesterday morning. I have to bathe every day, its one of my many weird habits. The day before yesterday I didn't get a chance, what with "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on sky movies and all! So I decided to wake up extra early and have a bath before school. That's not the scary bit, although for me waking up early is a shock within itself! I got out of the bath and was washing my bellybutton piercing and... all of a sudden I fainted. And not only did I faint but I was convulsing. I'm now terrified.
There was a talent show in our school yesterday, and I was appalled to see that one of the acts was a 13 year old belly dancer. She learned her moves from youtube. It was seriously creepy because she looked so much older, and I had to sit there thinking, almost mantra-like, "she is my brother's age. She is my brother's age." It was gross. On the more acceptably attractive side of things, there was a parkour *free running* display by a severely attractive guy in the year below me. Too bad his girlfriend was sitting in front of me! And then the winners of the show... Jesus! This group of talent from my year. It went a little like this. Liam and Emma in black cloaks singing Pie Jesu (so not the right spelling but I don't speak... Latin?) with their amazing operatic voices. Siobhael and Bronagh come down from the back of the audience in black cloaks and masks and hop up onto the stage and they all break out into this synchronised dance, with Emma and Bronagh doing a gymnastic and Irish dancing mix, and Liam and Siobhael doing hiphop. After a few minutes of this, the music stops and Liam goes "shh". Then they did a beat box thing with their feet, it was fucking amazing! Good times yeah?
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The Sound Of Music; The Von Trapped Files

I take it that ye all know about this guy who imprisoned his daughter for 24 years and had 7 children with her, yeah?

Well here's some jokes about it!

• Austrian authorities have said that Josef Fritzl has been improving as a father as of late.

In fact, police have said that he has "Been coming into his own".

• In my cellar, I've got Beer, a Dartboard and a Pool Table.
  Trust the fucking Austrians to go one better.

• BREAKING NEWS
  
  Trips to Vienna for stag weekends have nosedived since it emerged that Austrians really do lock up their daughters.

• During the war, when the Nazis were about, it was considered wise for Austrians to hide there kids in the cellar but now it's considered a "bad thing". Times have changed.

2 Years On Public Transport

Sam here....

So my Mother is basically leadfoot. If the limit is 120km/h , she'd be doing between 140 - 150 km/h. Seriously, the amount of speeding she's done is ridiculous! And in Ireland your not allowed be on the phone while driving without a hands free kit. She has a bluetooth headset but refuses to use it. We also have a penalty points system, with 6 points resulting in a 2 year driving suspension. She's got 5 points already and needs to drive for her job. She still drives ridiculously fast, while on the phone. I'm slipping bus timetables in around the house, just to get the point across :)

My parents are so entertaining on the phone actually. My dad txts lk dis b/c he h8s txtng, bt tys 2b yng,nd f8ls msrbley. its so hrd 2 rd its nt fnny. y? IDK.

WHILE THIS IS GOING ON MY MAM IS TALKING ON THE PHONE LIKE THIS! REALLY REALLY LOUD. ALL THE TIME AS IF SHE'S SHOUTING AT THE PERSON ACROSS A FOOTBALL PITCH DESPITE THE FACE HER MOUTH IS AN INCH FROM THE MICROPHONE.

How am I normal? I'll tell you something; When she's put on public transport after she loses her licence, she'll learn to talk quietly, or get knifed.

I'm a bastard :)