Oh how absently mindedly wise one can be when trying to avoid working on one's FYP.
Have been snooping around live journals for a while.
I am intrigued.
Pretty much got this blog here to beatch and moan, and it turns out thats the ONLY thing blogs, bloggers, journals and live journals are actually for. But that isnt good, because everyone is off on their own, bitching and moaning, like you do, but now they have friends lists, so your friends can bitch and moan about your bitchy moan in the first place. That's bitchy moan squared. and bitchy moan squared equals no shagging for anyone who owns a blog or live journal.
With that in mind
Hmmmm...... I do like to read mr. Wilson, its just sometimes, all the words fall out of the pages, and start flying, and bugger me if I wasnt nearly killed by a conjunction last night.
How come nobody ever answers these polls when they're in the middle of a Bit of Koontz or Grisham as I know we all have done. Kinda an internet extension. Surely everyone knows that they are a different person online. Its a difference between speech and writing. At least writing always has a chance to be pre-meditated, so we get lots and lots of really smart answers to polls from people who want to be perceived a certain way. I dunno. Everyone notices all the time how people react differently in a chat room than when they're in the "real" world. Is that because everyone on the internet has an agenda of some sort? Or that the internet connects with a mass subconscious depression? Or that the spoken word releases one part of our mind, and the written word another?
If you view the human brain as a limited capacity processor, then we take it that different parts of the brain are stimulated by different combinations of synapses and dendrites, so we would reactly to someone writing to us to tell us to go fuck ourselves, and someone ringing us to tell us to go fuck ourselves.
If you hear someone speak in person you see their heart, how they are, how they think, how they react. If you see someone's post on the internet, there are no lines to read between, either you say something or you don't. and too many people have an agenda to portray themselves in a certain way, because we're all put in a position to act like that at that certain time. If you're feeling sensitive and misunderstood and loathed, you can log on to sensitiveMisunderstoodAndLoathed.com and post away. If you're feeling sensitive and misunderstood and loathed in a bar in limerick, you are probably about to have a stool wrapped around your teeth.
*tired of all these faces*
nik.
`I only wish I had such eyes,' the King remarked in a fretful tone. `To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!'
How come nobody ever answers these polls when they're in the middle of a Bit of Koontz or Grisham as I know we all have done. Kinda an internet extension. Surely everyone knows that they are a different person online. Its a difference between speech and writing. At least writing always has a chance to be pre-meditated, so we get lots and lots of really smart answers to polls from people who want to be perceived a certain way. I dunno. Everyone notices all the time how people react differently in a chat room than when they're in the "real" world. Is that because everyone on the internet has an agenda of some sort? Or that the internet connects with a mass subconscious depression? Or that the spoken word releases one part of our mind, and the written word another?
If you view the human brain as a limited capacity processor, then we take it that different parts of the brain are stimulated by different combinations of synapses and dendrites, so we would reactly to someone writing to us to tell us to go fuck ourselves, and someone ringing us to tell us to go fuck ourselves.
If you hear someone speak in person you see their heart, how they are, how they think, how they react. If you see someone's post on the internet, there are no lines to read between, either you say something or you don't. and too many people have an agenda to portray themselves in a certain way, because we're all put in a position to act like that at that certain time. If you're feeling sensitive and misunderstood and loathed, you can log on to sensitiveMisunderstoodAndLoathed.com and post away. If you're feeling sensitive and misunderstood and loathed in a bar in limerick, you are probably about to have a stool wrapped around your teeth.
*tired of all these faces*
nik.
`I only wish I had such eyes,' the King remarked in a fretful tone. `To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!'
Yeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww.
Let's go n shoot us some injuns tonto.
OK Mr. Ranger.
Apparently the ULSU is 180 quajillion euro in debt.
Do you know why they are 180 quajillion euro in debt?
BECAUSE THEY ARE A BUNCH OF MORONS.
Let's see. We started off last year and O'broin got sworn in under a storm about pubs closing and opening that he helped create. "O' Broin saves tha Stables" was one of the posters on the election day as far as I can remember.
If one of the planes on september 11 missed one of the twin towers cos the pilot was dumb, would that mean that the pilot saved one of the towers? No. It would mean that he's such a fucking idiotic fuckwit that he couldnt even fuck up right.
This was after doing the same thing that the ULSU always do and using underhand tactics to let ridiculous things pass. Come on, actually making people, reasonable sane humans, to vote over whether some jars of coffee get kicked out of a shop that nobody buys anything in anyway, because they never have fags or skins. And then the boathouse thing. All those club morons telling us to vote so that they can have a fucking ivory tinted boathouse to store all their oars in and take their girlfriends to. The college was so apathetic to that that had it not been slid in as a 2nd part to the election, then they would never have got necessary numbers to pass that ridiculous nonsense.
Lets put it into context. They made us vote to make them feel better. They basically wanted their fucking boat hole, so they asked us to ease their fucked up little nazi minds. And they asked us whether it was ok to take money off students that aren't even here to vote about how the fucking stupid SU is going to spend their money. That's right SU, its not your fucking money, though nobody in there could probably even count it if it were, it's the student's money, and it's your job to spend it to better the lives of students around UL. What the fuck is a boat house gonna do for me?
Yeah, the ENTS crew does a great job, and an Focal and comm is spot on, particularly good considering how the rest of the SU has more testicles than braincells, but why is the whole system based on the ridiculous bureaucracy that has marred UL's good name ever since we entered this astoundingly shit Downer era.
So now we have some of the most dedicated and committed people who are working really hard to try and get things done for students. But at the same time, you have braindead drooling slackjawed loosebowelled dipsticks with their fingers on the buttons, coming up with plan after plan to sidetrack progress, slow things down a little bit, and make sure that nothing good ever happens without at least 4 semesters worth of discussion, and twenty five trees worth of paperwork and a hell of a lot of guilt and bad feeling. Ask not what the SU can do for you, ask where the President's office is, and if he's managed to get kerosene and matches banned from the campus yet.
Let's go n shoot us some injuns tonto.
OK Mr. Ranger.
Apparently the ULSU is 180 quajillion euro in debt.
Do you know why they are 180 quajillion euro in debt?
BECAUSE THEY ARE A BUNCH OF MORONS.
Let's see. We started off last year and O'broin got sworn in under a storm about pubs closing and opening that he helped create. "O' Broin saves tha Stables" was one of the posters on the election day as far as I can remember.
If one of the planes on september 11 missed one of the twin towers cos the pilot was dumb, would that mean that the pilot saved one of the towers? No. It would mean that he's such a fucking idiotic fuckwit that he couldnt even fuck up right.
This was after doing the same thing that the ULSU always do and using underhand tactics to let ridiculous things pass. Come on, actually making people, reasonable sane humans, to vote over whether some jars of coffee get kicked out of a shop that nobody buys anything in anyway, because they never have fags or skins. And then the boathouse thing. All those club morons telling us to vote so that they can have a fucking ivory tinted boathouse to store all their oars in and take their girlfriends to. The college was so apathetic to that that had it not been slid in as a 2nd part to the election, then they would never have got necessary numbers to pass that ridiculous nonsense.
Lets put it into context. They made us vote to make them feel better. They basically wanted their fucking boat hole, so they asked us to ease their fucked up little nazi minds. And they asked us whether it was ok to take money off students that aren't even here to vote about how the fucking stupid SU is going to spend their money. That's right SU, its not your fucking money, though nobody in there could probably even count it if it were, it's the student's money, and it's your job to spend it to better the lives of students around UL. What the fuck is a boat house gonna do for me?
Yeah, the ENTS crew does a great job, and an Focal and comm is spot on, particularly good considering how the rest of the SU has more testicles than braincells, but why is the whole system based on the ridiculous bureaucracy that has marred UL's good name ever since we entered this astoundingly shit Downer era.
So now we have some of the most dedicated and committed people who are working really hard to try and get things done for students. But at the same time, you have braindead drooling slackjawed loosebowelled dipsticks with their fingers on the buttons, coming up with plan after plan to sidetrack progress, slow things down a little bit, and make sure that nothing good ever happens without at least 4 semesters worth of discussion, and twenty five trees worth of paperwork and a hell of a lot of guilt and bad feeling. Ask not what the SU can do for you, ask where the President's office is, and if he's managed to get kerosene and matches banned from the campus yet.
Zoom, hung a swift left, perfectly executed. He had to speed up, had to keep going. Now more than ever his life depended on the skills he had spent years honing. And now it was hir first raid, and he was already under heavy fire. Swerving and looping he manages to evade detection, just a second to breathe. He knew as soon as he started moving again they would hear him and redouble their efforts. There was nothing left to do now but escape. He swung himself out and towards home, resignment in his eyes. Even as the final swing of the fly swatter cracked his spine in two and sent him in two parts to the floor.
Nothing clears my mind like a distraction. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Thats what my eyes sound like.
Buzz. They're moving too. Its very rhythmic. Buzz Buzz.
Everything changed after that day. Buzz. They're called Buzz. My eyes. Well my right eye is called Buzz. My left eye is called Buzz. That day that I walked into that elevator. I didn't know I would only nudge him into my ear. Buzz. Who would have thought that a fly could live so long. Buzz.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU SIX LEGGED FUCK!
Thats what my eyes sound like.
Buzz. They're moving too. Its very rhythmic. Buzz Buzz.
Everything changed after that day. Buzz. They're called Buzz. My eyes. Well my right eye is called Buzz. My left eye is called Buzz. That day that I walked into that elevator. I didn't know I would only nudge him into my ear. Buzz. Who would have thought that a fly could live so long. Buzz.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU SIX LEGGED FUCK!
en·tro·py ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ntr-p)
n. pl. en·tro·pies
Symbol S For a closed thermodynamic system, a quantitative measure of the amount of thermal energy not available to do work.
A measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system.
A measure of the loss of information in a transmitted message.
The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state of inert uniformity.
Inevitable and steady deterioration of a system or society.
n. pl. en·tro·pies
Symbol S For a closed thermodynamic system, a quantitative measure of the amount of thermal energy not available to do work.
A measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system.
A measure of the loss of information in a transmitted message.
The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state of inert uniformity.
Inevitable and steady deterioration of a system or society.
Apathy and entropy, are together, in perfect harmony.
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How many question marks?
How many answers?
FREE ASSOCIATION TIME CHILDREN.
Peyote Joe likes smoking children,
So he went to the neighbours house, and smoked their child, Ben Tenson.
He also smoked their hedges.
Ten's sister Marlboro turned very red at the prospect.
?????????????????????????????????????
How many question marks?
How many answers?
FREE ASSOCIATION TIME CHILDREN.
Peyote Joe likes smoking children,
So he went to the neighbours house, and smoked their child, Ben Tenson.
He also smoked their hedges.
Ten's sister Marlboro turned very red at the prospect.
Wella momma wella don't be sad.
Wella momma wella that's too bad.
I dunno whats going on. In to round two of three exams in three days.
In the next 24 hrs I have two.
Life sux.
Till saturday.
Saturday, that's tomorrow. Come tomorrow I will be ok.
Dawn air smacks hell into my stomach.
Panic after panic crests the waves of pain.
I can see no end point, no turning back.
Where do men go once they are slain.
I see the failing lights die out,
One for every Dreamer's end.
Light a candle for this one,
A prayer begging god to send
A second of pure clarity,
A breath of social atrophy
No thoughts conjured stay with me,
And all emotions fall from me.
Wella momma wella that's too bad.
I dunno whats going on. In to round two of three exams in three days.
In the next 24 hrs I have two.
Life sux.
Till saturday.
Saturday, that's tomorrow. Come tomorrow I will be ok.
Dawn air smacks hell into my stomach.
Panic after panic crests the waves of pain.
I can see no end point, no turning back.
Where do men go once they are slain.
I see the failing lights die out,
One for every Dreamer's end.
Light a candle for this one,
A prayer begging god to send
A second of pure clarity,
A breath of social atrophy
No thoughts conjured stay with me,
And all emotions fall from me.
Sleep starling, the moonshine felled you,
Place your bitter wing at ease,
Turned tail and falling out of view,
He's sliding gently on the breeze.
A leaf that whimpers, Loathe to follow,
But, slowly it begins its quest,
His rumpling brothers, all in a row,
Follow on with hopes to nest.
Love has taken wing in me,
My flight to fail, but more to grow,
And let her wings be clipped and free,
Or know more than I can ever know.
Place your bitter wing at ease,
Turned tail and falling out of view,
He's sliding gently on the breeze.
A leaf that whimpers, Loathe to follow,
But, slowly it begins its quest,
His rumpling brothers, all in a row,
Follow on with hopes to nest.
Love has taken wing in me,
My flight to fail, but more to grow,
And let her wings be clipped and free,
Or know more than I can ever know.
Tortured rocks sit jagged like fools.
Trying to mock the spray that kills them.
Unmoving skies are making all rules,
Conjuring seas to collapse and attack them.
Howling explosions tell us of deaths,
Rubble and shards with weapons are met.
Alone a faltering cairn disbands,
Holding its brothers ransom on high,
And falls in on itself to make it's own grave,
A handmade grave marks itself to die.
Its memory forgotten by time and decline,
It's entombed bones are safer than mine.
On high the cliff sits eroded and bleeding,
His minions have fallen, He's left to his wounds.
A retreating sea mocks its beating,
And waits until night to send it to doom.
Inhaling waters that drag back the shore,
Sucking me down, I won't breathe anymore.
Trying to mock the spray that kills them.
Unmoving skies are making all rules,
Conjuring seas to collapse and attack them.
Howling explosions tell us of deaths,
Rubble and shards with weapons are met.
Alone a faltering cairn disbands,
Holding its brothers ransom on high,
And falls in on itself to make it's own grave,
A handmade grave marks itself to die.
Its memory forgotten by time and decline,
It's entombed bones are safer than mine.
On high the cliff sits eroded and bleeding,
His minions have fallen, He's left to his wounds.
A retreating sea mocks its beating,
And waits until night to send it to doom.
Inhaling waters that drag back the shore,
Sucking me down, I won't breathe anymore.
One for a hot girl in the project management exam
And follow the angel's eyes
I watched her enter, and knew from that,
Her eyes on me, a lust bolt forth,
A face so new, yet so alone,
And angered for being alone.
Watched her choose, her perch and nest,
And laughed at how I had a chance,
And sat herself down next to me,
Leading me in this soft dance.
But eyesight failed and beauty pailed,
Her name unknown, my fortunes failed,
She sat and scribed and never spoke,
And left before our troth awoke.
True love fell to me,
The love of unknown eyes.
In a second of clarity,
The failing embers die.
And follow the angel's eyes
I watched her enter, and knew from that,
Her eyes on me, a lust bolt forth,
A face so new, yet so alone,
And angered for being alone.
Watched her choose, her perch and nest,
And laughed at how I had a chance,
And sat herself down next to me,
Leading me in this soft dance.
But eyesight failed and beauty pailed,
Her name unknown, my fortunes failed,
She sat and scribed and never spoke,
And left before our troth awoke.
True love fell to me,
The love of unknown eyes.
In a second of clarity,
The failing embers die.
wow. i am drunk. I mean drunk. u have little idea of this level of drunkenness, but i'm pretty sure I shouldnt have a fukin internet connection right now. Anyway, Anyone whose reading this, im pretty sure it's gonna be cormac, sarah, kevin, diane, cian, sarah, , michelle, liselle or sinead, but I really miss u guys!!!!!!! Im catching a flight to san diego tomorrow, which is where i have to try and get a job for the summer or else come home. I dunno whats gonna happen but im sure im gonna see ye soon anyway. I went to Alcatraz today, and that fuckin rocked ass. . . . man, cant type anymore, just too pidgledy midgledgzy.Wanna rizzle a jizzle but i ran out on sat, bollix.
Man. just got back from a baseball game, the San Fran Giants vs. the Detroit tigers. And got to see Barry bonds hit one right out of the park. He is gonna break Babe ruths record, so he's like a god here. We were sitting right over the camera, like the perfect seats, row a seat 1 and 2. And it aint boring at all! It jus tfucking is cool.
Yesterday we went to haight ashbury and I bought an ibanez. now it's mybanez. Its called christine. They have single use digital cameras here so i'll try and email ppl stuff as soon as I get time to get into a proper internet cafe. I cant mail from where i am now.
Last night I went with dara's housemate steve and a load of his friends to a bar. It was pretty good, but after a few merry drinks, and one very dodgy ID questioning series later, we moved to a sushi restaurant. We got the cook guy to come out (What do cook's cook in sushi restaurants?) and after a lot of sushi and a crash course in drunken chopstix, we started doing a lot of sake bombs. Sake bombs are basically when you put a shot of hot sake into your glass of beer and try to shot it down faster than everyone else. They were a serious bunch of drinkers, but I managed to win a few rounds. They were a little scared of the skinny irish guy who could "drink like a seive" so we stayed and drank lots n fucking lots in this sushi restaurant and ran up some sort of amazing bill and then left and I went home to play mybanez and playstation 2 surfing games, but actually passed out on the bed as soon as I got in and then had some sort of serious hangover all morning.
Some guy asked me for some money for alcohol, and I walked on ignoring him cos you get that a lot here, and he shouted after me "I need a beer man!" so i went home and had a beer. ahahahahaha poor ppl suck.
Yesterday we went to haight ashbury and I bought an ibanez. now it's mybanez. Its called christine. They have single use digital cameras here so i'll try and email ppl stuff as soon as I get time to get into a proper internet cafe. I cant mail from where i am now.
Last night I went with dara's housemate steve and a load of his friends to a bar. It was pretty good, but after a few merry drinks, and one very dodgy ID questioning series later, we moved to a sushi restaurant. We got the cook guy to come out (What do cook's cook in sushi restaurants?) and after a lot of sushi and a crash course in drunken chopstix, we started doing a lot of sake bombs. Sake bombs are basically when you put a shot of hot sake into your glass of beer and try to shot it down faster than everyone else. They were a serious bunch of drinkers, but I managed to win a few rounds. They were a little scared of the skinny irish guy who could "drink like a seive" so we stayed and drank lots n fucking lots in this sushi restaurant and ran up some sort of amazing bill and then left and I went home to play mybanez and playstation 2 surfing games, but actually passed out on the bed as soon as I got in and then had some sort of serious hangover all morning.
Some guy asked me for some money for alcohol, and I walked on ignoring him cos you get that a lot here, and he shouted after me "I need a beer man!" so i went home and had a beer. ahahahahaha poor ppl suck.
Hey everyone! Im in san fan fucking cisco!
Wanna just mention how much USIT can lick my balls completely.
If we dont get a job we should go home inside 20 days.
This new rule is applied by the immigration office, which is a strange rule as based on my experiences filling fucking names I never heard of on numerous fucking forms for an hour after I got off a 16 hour travel nightmare involving two flights and a train and going through heathrow. Also I got to watch How to lose a guy in 10 days and Maid in Manhattan. (I also got to see the Pianist but that was good and I am in a complainin mood.)
So anyway, those US immigration guys are assholes. just fucking assholes. And they are all fucking immigrants too. Thats like a dirty word in this country.
Hour one off the plane, and Naomi's brother collected us at the airport, and I was pissed off and tired and like wondering why I had come here. Then I noticed it was 30 degrees with a lovely breeze. Then I noticed the golden gate bridge, then the load of really cool cars, then I got in to where I am staying now, which is Naomi's brothers apartment downtown, and the whole time kinda worried, one of those non specific attacks you get in your stomach when you think you might panic at any second. Then I got a beer, and went out to the balcony and had a beer and a cigarette and took in the view of the city and just started to look around. It is just the coolest place I have ever seen. Just the perfect weather, the cleanliness and the fuck lot of sky scrapers that I have no idea what they do, other than get blown up, and it is just such a complete change over from anything I have ever seen ever ever ever. I mean its just amazing. You kinda get into a place where you think you have life experience, but i got nothing, cos there's 50 states in the US. Im in one, and it just fucking rules more ass than any part of europe.
So since I got here I have DRANK BEER, SMOKED, ATE THE BEST TAPAS EVER THE BEST CHINESE EVER AND THE BEST FUCKING ITALIAN EVER. and it costs like the price of a big mac. and the Shops, sorry, stores, are the coolest places in the fucking world man. Have yet to go guitar shopping, thats tomorrow's thing. Just spent most of the day in the city or in bed. It seems to be the non specific asian gay guy capital of the world, and you know some ppl here are assholes, just like everywhere, but I am gonna get so lost in this place some day. I dunno. That first look at the city once I'd settled in, Im still reeling from it. It's just not a place you can begin to take in or understand at all. What happened to make this place was, when the price of living went up, they did this crazy thing, they started paying people more. So everyone is living expensively, but eating cheaply, shopping cheaply and drinking a lot. Its like when you get out of college and you want the same culture, fun, and to be treated like a graduate, you come here, work all day and then just party. It is such a different way of life. Just everything is different. I dunno.
I am not going home inside 20 days.
Wanna just mention how much USIT can lick my balls completely.
If we dont get a job we should go home inside 20 days.
This new rule is applied by the immigration office, which is a strange rule as based on my experiences filling fucking names I never heard of on numerous fucking forms for an hour after I got off a 16 hour travel nightmare involving two flights and a train and going through heathrow. Also I got to watch How to lose a guy in 10 days and Maid in Manhattan. (I also got to see the Pianist but that was good and I am in a complainin mood.)
So anyway, those US immigration guys are assholes. just fucking assholes. And they are all fucking immigrants too. Thats like a dirty word in this country.
Hour one off the plane, and Naomi's brother collected us at the airport, and I was pissed off and tired and like wondering why I had come here. Then I noticed it was 30 degrees with a lovely breeze. Then I noticed the golden gate bridge, then the load of really cool cars, then I got in to where I am staying now, which is Naomi's brothers apartment downtown, and the whole time kinda worried, one of those non specific attacks you get in your stomach when you think you might panic at any second. Then I got a beer, and went out to the balcony and had a beer and a cigarette and took in the view of the city and just started to look around. It is just the coolest place I have ever seen. Just the perfect weather, the cleanliness and the fuck lot of sky scrapers that I have no idea what they do, other than get blown up, and it is just such a complete change over from anything I have ever seen ever ever ever. I mean its just amazing. You kinda get into a place where you think you have life experience, but i got nothing, cos there's 50 states in the US. Im in one, and it just fucking rules more ass than any part of europe.
So since I got here I have DRANK BEER, SMOKED, ATE THE BEST TAPAS EVER THE BEST CHINESE EVER AND THE BEST FUCKING ITALIAN EVER. and it costs like the price of a big mac. and the Shops, sorry, stores, are the coolest places in the fucking world man. Have yet to go guitar shopping, thats tomorrow's thing. Just spent most of the day in the city or in bed. It seems to be the non specific asian gay guy capital of the world, and you know some ppl here are assholes, just like everywhere, but I am gonna get so lost in this place some day. I dunno. That first look at the city once I'd settled in, Im still reeling from it. It's just not a place you can begin to take in or understand at all. What happened to make this place was, when the price of living went up, they did this crazy thing, they started paying people more. So everyone is living expensively, but eating cheaply, shopping cheaply and drinking a lot. Its like when you get out of college and you want the same culture, fun, and to be treated like a graduate, you come here, work all day and then just party. It is such a different way of life. Just everything is different. I dunno.
I am not going home inside 20 days.
3 exams down 2 to go. And just two short days to drunken-student-finishes-exams-apolooza. And america! AMERICA! Its like a week from now. We have accommodation or some thing, and maybe Ill get a job.
Although maybe I'll dip my sac in honey then hold it over a beehive whilst simultaneously crunching my balls with a nutcracker and twisting my own nipples really really hard.
as you do.
Dumbass
Although maybe I'll dip my sac in honey then hold it over a beehive whilst simultaneously crunching my balls with a nutcracker and twisting my own nipples really really hard.
as you do.
Dumbass
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