Happiness Is A Strange Creature

Sam here


It's 4:48 in the afternoon. I'm lying in what can only be described as fancy squalor. I'm lying in just a tee shirt, with a comfortable polo neck. Naked otherwise. Listening to the soundtrack to Hedwig and The Angry Inch. I'm in my bed. The sheet is on the ground. I have a duvet and a thick blanket. My curtains are pulled but because its day, I threw another blanket over the curtain the kill the motherfucking light. I'm blogging on my phone because my laptop is on the floor, dead, and the charger is miles away. I'm wearing aviators because the light from my phone stings like a bitch. And I look hot in sunglasses.

I couldn't be happier. Like right now, this is bliss.

So last night I was being driven mad by the A grade gays. And the fact that I'd never been to a gay bar. So last night, I called on Holly. And we hit 'The Dragon'. It was, the classiest establishment I've ever been in. And everybody was NORMAL!! Like don't get me wrong, i haven't had some sort of moment where everything is suddenly clearer, Jesus no. It's just. Like Dar had planted this idea that all gay bars are sleazy shitholes. Their not. Well the dragon wasn't. It was nice, and we met this lovely guy. Holly disappeared for a smoke and we talked for like an hour and a half. And it was fucking nice. So Dar can shove his stereotype up his hole and swivel on it.

Like I don't get how this whole gay scene works, but judging on last night, everyone is alright. And the lady behind the bar gave us free shots. What a star. I mean, if you bump into someone by accident, you both apologise, there's no hassle, you're not going to get your teeth kicked out in a laneway. It's just so easy going.

And like every scene, hetro, homo, whatever has its A grade meat that's untouchable, right? So fuck them.

Oh, I have a date tomorrow too. A guy named Paul. I'm surprisingly calm.

I was talking to Jack, and he was planning a post for his blog, Butterflies and Hurricanes. I asked what he meant. He was writing drafts and a final piece. I just open the blank box and throw my thoughts down. They develop as I type. So can you tell?!

fuck. fuck. fuck.

Sam here....

Can I find a normal guy please?

Like I went to college LGBT society. and it was like a 'Pull&Bear, TopMan, H&M and Abercrombie photo shoot. Thin. Bitchy twinks.

I want a normal guy. I'm getting really fucked off by the gay community. Like it's starting to drive me mad. Their either closeted and so genuine and nice. This is usually because they haven't been 'scened' yet.

Then they come out. Wear cardigans. Slip on shoes. Go to gay bars and spend the night judging everyone on appearance.

I'm fucked off with this.

Like is anybody nice out there? Someone normal. Nobody with issues, appearance based opinions or anything else? PLEASE!

seriously.

of you're normal. call me.

stick that in yer phone and hit the green button bitches.

Fuck this.

Rebounding

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Moving On....

Sam here....

 

 

So basically last night, I came in, and signed in to MSN. Dar was online, and I started a conversation. I basically told him how I felt about him and got totally rejected by him. It's a just friends thing and he could never, ever see me in that way again apparently.

 

Men are shit. And he upset me.

 

But today is a new day. And I'll be ok.

 

How are you?

Suits, Single Status, Societies, & The Real World

Sam here....

So since my last post, I've had a very eventful few days. This is going to be a long post so go do what you need to do before you read! Right, lets go.

My Debs ball was on Monday night. So I went to college on Monday morning, let at one and went to pick up my suit. I arrived home, had a shower, something to eat and got all my shit together. People were coming to mine beforehand for drinks and idle conversation. They were due to arrive at 5, and at about 2 minutes to 5, I was like 'THERE'S NO FUCKING BLACK SOCKS, WHERE'S MY POXY CAMERA CHARGER?! FUCKING STRESS OF THIS!' So I got my shit together, got everyone together, had a vodka&lime or 2 and chilled out! So from mine, my 'date' and I left for a friend of ours' house. He had about 60 people up, caterers, people with trays of drinks. So I mingled, had the same conversation about college, the debs and the state of the economy about 20 times with 20 different people. Thankfully, the Limos arrived. They were fairly mint! We had like 2 bottles of champagne, and people were handing up bottles and cans in through the window, so we had loads on us. The drive out was so cool! About 20 minutes before we arrived, a friend of mine whips out a shoulder of Vodka, realising that he can't bring drink into the hotel! So basically,between the 6 of us, we had a bit of a team effort to consume it!

So we arrive, fall out of the limo and hit the bar. Everyone arrives, and me and a select few sit at the bar saying things like 'I wonder who brought miss piggy? that quiff must be something new, Bet ya Kermit doesn't like it', and the like, totally hammered! The meal was alright, and after it, i started to get sober, so I had a few more beverages, but because of all the food, I couldn't get drunk!

There was a nightclub attached to the Hotel, so we all went over. It was fairly good craic, there was a live band until one, then there was a DJ until 4. I remember at one point, drinking a JägerBomb, and not being able to finish it. My date, Fionnuala turns to me and screams 'FINISH IT YOU FUCKING PUSSY! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! At that point my classmates, teachers and the barman were chanting at me! The Barman kept giving us free shots too, which was pretty cool! I stole one of the shot glasses actually.

So at half four, there was a stack of bread rolls with sausages and bacon in them sitting on the bar. we took one and got on the bus back to Dublin! We were dropped in the city centre at about 5:30AM, and headed back to mine. We were sitting there, under duvets, drinking tea and talking shit. then I threw them out of mine, at about 7AM, got 2 hours sleep, returned my damaged rental suit. I tore the waistcoat, lost 3 buttons and accidentally burnt the jacket with a cigarette. The rental place didn't notice the damage so it was happy days!

I headed to town, got some lunch with Hannah, and made my last lecture.

That day, I joined the LGB Society in my college. We had our first meeting, it was brilliant!I'm going on a thing called 'Pink Training' at some point in November, as well as some LGBT ball too. So it's all very exciting. And there's something too look at too :)

Yeah, CuntBF dumped Dar on Monday. Wait, What??! HELLS YES! DAR IS SINGLE! Happy days, anyone? So yeah, I'm like his fucking councillor at the moment, he was a cunt blah blah blah. So yes, the future is about as bright as that shot glass.

Yeah, this week has been pretty real. Like in the sense of college. their making us work, kind of. It's not all smiles and introductions any more. Now it's work time. Finally! I'm able for it, but it's challenging. So I'll try my best, and if I fail, I'll do hotel management!

Current Listening; Red Hot Chili Peppers - Otherside