why Lloyd is the best neighbour ever.

PSR-7. fucking yes. :)

"surprise sur-focking-prise..."

Coming back to this blog after a few weeks, i do realise i'm a pretentious git. :)

Anyways, i was on a weird and kinda sad buzz when i typed that last post. It wasn't triggered by anything in particular, just one of those days where time seems to stop and you realise where you are in life and how fleeting time is and one way of looking at it is to just stand back and watch it pass and not do anything. I'm glad I learnt a loooong time ago not to let that happen.

It's the last three days of December now, and the year actually did pick up before its end. Hugely. I got asked to do a photoshoot for a local band which was both a compliment and really good fun. It was totally nervewracking at first, so much so that i stupidly put my digital camera on a bed which it fell off and completely broke. My trusty OM10 did its job though and i was pretty happy with the developed shots.

December was a good month for the college parties. We drank, we sang, we ate takeaways at 4am on the way to Tom's house. good times. My college buzz has yet to falter, i love it so much. People are great, lecturers are lovely, and i think it suits me perfectly that the college is physically quite small as well. from montessori up until now i've been schooled in small buildings, it's weird. I was lucky enough to accumulate just enough to buy a Mac and Pro Tools this Christmas as well, which will help my study to no end.

December was a good month for many things. I've seriously been to so many local gigs this year, they've pretty much all been great and a lot of them have melted together in my memory, but Verse are one of the touring bands who'll be sticking in my brain for a good long while. Though I don't know many people in the local hardcore bands, i've yet to have a bad time at a local hardcore gig, the people are real friendly and the buzz is for the most part a good one. Verse in Greystones was one of the few weird buzzes, actually. They played in the new theatre out there early-ish in the month, and I drove out to it, which is still something of a novelty :).

boom.

I'm not alright, leave me alone. I'm going upstairs. Yes, to the fucking top.

Everything is so familiar. 

Someone is tapping a whiteboard marker on the top of a piano. An upright, i bet.

Some young violinist can't keep time with their repetiteur. 

A saxophone has some breath blown into it and I'm reminded of the wonderful, warm sound that no other instrument will ever match.

A girl with a cello bigger than herself walks through the door, and trundles innocently up the corridor.

There's something I love about this top floor, though the magic is lost somewhat when it's SO full of sounds and people. 

Oh - the magic returns a little bit. Two little guitarists are waiting outside John's room, and as he says goodbye to one kid he welcomes in the other two, and I hear his voice and I remember every single Wednesday morning of last year, how early it was, how good the lessons were and how awful I still feel that I didn't practice enough for them, and how much I enjoyed the chats we'd have about vegetarianism and karma and other great things when the other students didn't show up. Then John closes the door, and I'm back to staring at this light cream wall. I know if I was several inches shorter I'd be taking way too much notice of the flaws in the line between the light cream and taupe paint that covers these twisting, turning walls. It looks a lot better downstairs in the entrance. 

I really, really hope this year picks up again before its end.  

lazy daze.

It's 11:24 on Friday and I'm sitting at the computer. Mum's at work, and she told me to have some housework done by the time she gets back. When she does get back, we're going to go to Ginger for a while. The new series of the IT Crowd starts tonight.

This is, like, the perfect day. :)

I remember in 6th year, if I was especially exhausted, I'd just choose to have one of these "nothing" days every now and again. I'd cuddle up on the sofa with Coco and we'd watch Oprah. By some miracle I managed to never really fall behind in secondary school, which made these days possible. DIT had minimal enough hours, which made tiredness something of a rarity. Pulse is different. I'm terrified of getting a bad cold or a kidney infection or needing another knee op - anything that might make me miss a day. I love that every day brings tons of new things and learning, but I'm still very much intimidated by all the new things I'm seeing and hearing and assimilating. Thank fook they give us a good few Fridays off.

I'm applying for a job in Dundrum today in the hope of earning some moneys to get people nice things for Christmas. The job involves selling mad expensive audio equipment to people. fingers crossed. If the hours mean I don't get to see Ginger as much though, fuck that.

best horse.

Sunday Night.

i'd love to say it's nothing major. in fact, that IS what i say. to everyone. "whatever, there'll be someone else, i'm so over it". "i'm sure deep down he's a dick anyway".

lie, lie........................... lie.


this guy, the entire "thing".............. was way different. literally life-changing.the present and the future will happen and i'll get over bit by bit, but i'll always look back at good times and never ever forget.

if by some twist of fate we cross paths again, so be it and that's deadly, but otherwise i've to just grit the gnashers and accept it as a part of my past.

life is fucking weird sometimes.

hiya.

so here I am. a member of the "blogging generation".

expect pictures, notes, explosions and news.

woo.

I'm off for a wander.