Can I just...

Every two years or so these photos resurface and I post them everywhere. This is one of those times. The night they were taken my dad downed three litres of cider, and let my mum and a few of their friends dress him up as Boy George. I think this was either just before or just after my parents were married. And it's the reason my dad doesn't drink anymore, HA.

I'm about two weeks late but...

Time to talk about the 31st of December and some stuff that's happened since! I think because it happened so long ago alot of things have slipped my mind so no mindless rambles on this one.

Despite the depressing fact I spent 90 euro in the one night, it was the best New Years ever. We prinked in Alex's, then went to War and saw Ciaran who was home from Berlin, and then Eimear had a big gigantic epic gaff party that EVERYONE was at. And I mean everyone. From all walks and clubnights of life. I got a taxi back into town at 8am with James and Daniel and we had magical centra rolls and DIED, slumped over ourselves for two hours waiting on a fucking bus. But other than that everything was fantastic. PICTURES! The first one was taken by Ciaran 'MacLanky' ha, and The big group one is taken by the wonderful James McLoughlin yo.








After an awful recovery that seemed to last forever it was Tuesday, and time to celebrate Shane's 21 year existence, so Ellen and I toddled off to his swanky flat for some prinkin' with a few others, It was here I learned of the Drinking game 'Flip Cup', the most fucking intense RACE ever that I'm convinced was my downfall, and of course Brennivin, or 'The Black Death'. JESUS. Petrol. So after all of this bant we headed off to Crawdaddy for some C.U.N.T., which I don't really remember at all, although I did see Jens who's upsettingly disappeared out of my life so that was nice. And I did have delicious chips in the Harcourt Diner before shane knocked them all over the place. RAGE.







and then I K.O'd. YAY.

I spent the next day in my pyjammies until 7PM, until Ciara called me and was like 'YOU HAVE TO COME OUT FOR CHRISTABELLES BIRTHDAY'. I was ready by 9, amazingly, and on my way into town. Bottle of wine number 4, since January 1st. Twas a pretty uneventful night, alot of dancing, alot of cocktails. An arrest. you know. The usual. After Workman's I got the most incredible centra roll that everyone wanted. All jealous of course that I have the best ideas for food combos ever. Chicken, Cheese, Mayo and Olives. OH MY GOD. Gorgeous. OH and Ally Wrynn was there who we haven't seen in ninety years!








I can't remember if anything interesting happened on Wednesday or Thursday, but on Friday it was David Goodlife's birthday, so myself, Lauren, Craig and Ellen went to the Odeon and drank tequila and ate nibbles and did other things of a partyish nature, and gave David his birthday kisses of course. After a few hours of birthday bants we went to War and partied down, I really wish I could remember more of it, or the party in Evan's we went to Afterwards with Declan and Daniel and Matthew and Christine and not Peter because he RAN AWAY, but I can't, for many reasons. It was yet another great night though.







I'll tell you one thing though, I'm mighty sick of wandering around town at 7am being cold and having no money. I wouldn't be able for being homeless, not at all. It's not going to happen for a while though, I'm gonna stay in and be healthy and well behaved, at leaast till the end of the month. Or else I'll just cut down on going out altogether. My livers actually been hurting the past few days. I don't want jaundice. ICK.

Lame Post is Lame

I've been meaning to write this big thing about everything since New Years but everytime I start a 'New Post' I get intimidated thinking about how long it's going to be and then I get distracted by Grand Theft Auto, but I'll probably do it very soon. For the moment I'm gonna list out a few things I want to do this year. I never ever plan anything and I never make new years resolutions but I guess, seeing as I'm not doing anything else with my life, I might as well set a few goals for myself.

1. I've got to start taking better photos, and more often. I've gotten into the habit of leaving my camera at home on Saturdays (which I spend around Terenure with my cool posse, rolling up on ten year olds and eating centra rolls like the badass motherfuckers we are), and it makes me sick to think that I used to freak out when my battery went or when I forgot my memory card and now I'm just like WHATEVA. I only take photos on nights out, and while that may be often enugh I'm usually so fucked that they all look shit, and I know when I set my mind to it I can take a great photo. So yeah, thats number one on the Agenda. More Photos.

2. At least for the next two or three weeks, DETOX. EVERYTHING is a blur. I've spent so much time being absolutely fucked since the summer, everything meshes into one and I have a hard time remembering even really really big events actually happened. The past few weeks especially I've just felt like absolute shit, taking days for me to recover from the quietest night out. Now, in saying all of this, I'll probably last a few days, but I'm really determined make myself well again even for a while.

3. I need a job. And the second I get a job I'm fucking off to my own place. Depending on how good said job is I'll be fucking off to my own place in another country. I love Dublin but it's so small. And the nightlife could be better. And Irish T.V. is embarrassing. And I fucking hate stew.

4. Oxegen and Electric Picnic are deffo going to happen for me, I missed both last year, which makes me rage because festivals are my favourite thing EVER.

5. Go back to Berlin. I really love Berlin.

6. Get my three gorgeous film cameras WORKING. I've had them for years and they just don't work. I'm gonna make them work. OH, And I need to get my pile of undeveloped film DEVELOPED.

7. Something I'm still undecided on; Possibly starting college or something after Summer? And try to actually finish. Primary school is the only educational insituation I stayed in for all 8 years. I left secondary school mid-5th year, and even though it was an absolute miracle I got into St. Kevins I left in March after being sick for 6 weeks and coming back and not knowing what the fuck was going on.

8. I don't really think there's anything else. I'd say play more guitar or draw more, but I go through phases of doing nothing but drawing or playing guitar, so I don't really have to plan that. I know it's going to happen sometime.

That's basically it. I'm sure there's more but they're only little things. For the moment I'm focusing on going into town this week and using up my 70 euro HMV Voucher on Sims 3 and something else delish I haven't decided on yet.