Gotta Love Ireland

Sam here....

There's a huge music festival called Oxegen happening in Ireland over the next few days.

Group of lads were heading down, and their bus caught fire. Everyone and their bags get off, and what do they do?

Sit on the side of the Motorway in camping chairs drinking, watching their bus go up in smoke.

Only in Ireland!

Timewarp & Ignorance

Sam here....

 

Wow, it feels like months since I've blogged. I don't know. I mean it's only been 3 days but wow. Anyway, down to business. What's new in my life, you ask? Em, my parents are like 'The Little Book of Stupid Advice', in terms of my sexuality. You'd swear that I'd been living in a cave with no human contact! Generally their advice is heard with a smile, then forgotten!

I did bad, but according to Dar I shouldn't feel guilty. I avoided a family thing, because my cousin is gay (Back story here). I avoided a gay and one that I'm related to as well. I mean, I know he's gay, he knows I'm gay, but we both don't know that each other is gay, if that makes sense. Anyway, Well worth it.

I hate Damien Rice. I fucking hate him. With a passion. Grrr.

Pretty boy who knows I like him. I@m being mean to him. The one from this shameful night. We talked online, he pouts, I stopped writing back, and blocked him on MSN. It feels great. I'm having an independent Woman' moment!

I've been taking a lot of photos lately. Like every day. It's weird, but 'You're exactly like your father' apparently. I can't imagine my dad being artsy. He hates cameras and stuff.

Turns out Dell weren't bullshitting me when they dropped this bombshell. 100% battery = 38 minutes remaining. I'm not particularly bothered, life goes on.

Am I on drugs? Because I'm so unstressed every day. Like I wake up in SamLand and wander around in like of a braindead haze all day every day, looking for my next fistful of currency. My drug of choice? These bad boys.

Did you people know that I hate youtube? There's 3 videos from it embedded on this blog. I just think that there should be like a common sense sort of censor. Blurry phone videos of crap are just a waste and get in your way when your looking for something specific. It annoys me to go onto a blog, just to see some blogger dump a code down, write a sentence and call it a post. 98% of the time, I don't watch the video.

 

On The Hunt

Sam here....


I want a man. But I'm not looking. I'm going to smile, be nice, talk, be myself and see what happens. There's a whack of desperation off changing who you are, just so someone will like you. I feel free since I'm had that epiphany.

It's lashing rain here. I mean lashing. It's a night for cider, pizza and good friends.

I'm working on something interesting. But its not written words. You'll see soon enough.

Happy belated 4th of July to my American readers!

Anticlimactic

Sam here....

I haven't been posting much lately. I know, and I apologise profusely for it. But to tell you the truth I'm kind of in a slump at the moment. I came out, I finished my exams. I'm still here, now what? I mean what am I supposed to do now? All my friends are working or away, so there's 4 of us unemployed and still in Ireland, and things are getting boring.

I was looking forward to this summer of freedom so much that now it's here, I'm just disappointed. I'm feeling a bit empty or something, and I can't put my finger on the reason. I want something or someone, I don't know. This feels pretty shit. My parents are home today thank god, a bit of order in the house.

At lunch with an old friend recently, she was saying that she was doing volunteering work at night, handing blankets and soup and rolls and stuff out to homeless people, and that sounds good, I might try drum up a posse to come with and volunteer.

I know my paranoia is going 90 here, but I think people might be avoiding me. I don't know, it seems like their constantly busy. I miss things the way they used to be.

This post has no real point, I just felt driven to write something, despite the fact I'm only in a towel and my hair and face is dripping onto my laptop.

I need to think.

Current Listening; Be Good To Yourself - Journey

An Open Statement To Central Europe

Sam here....

• My area is inhabited by hoards of students over here to learn English for the summer. They all go to the first bus stop and literally 40 of them fill the public busses so nobody else can fit on by the 2nd or 3rd stop.
• They talk really loud. I mean really loud. I thought we were loud but my god these people must not know how to talk quietly.
• When in the city centre, they walk SO slow. I'm in a hurry, and 70 or 80 Marco's and Elena's are stopping in the middle of a crowded street to talk a picture of a poxy shopping centre is the least helpful thing ever.
• We Irish drink, that much is true, but just because you're in Ireland, doesn't mean you can walk around at 1PM drinking Cans of Guinness.
• The oversized leprechaun hat screams 'mug me!'. Fucking dicklet, take it off.
• When you look at us, turn to your friend, say something,laugh, and 3 of them begin to stare, don't look upset when I gave you the 2 fingers.
• Headphones In, or on the phone doesn't mean you can shout broken English at me, in a crap bid for directions.
• It rains a lot here. Buy a jacket, plastic poncho's make you look homeless darling.

Current Listening; Tear Me Down - Hedwig And The Angry Inch Soundtrack