February 28, 2004
04:37 PM dublin time
oh yummy yummy. aonghus just came home from town with some garlicalicious tapenade and pesto and some crusty fresh soft bread, most of which i have now scoffed. impeccable timing - i was just getting the saturday jitters from drinking too much caffeine on an empty belly. it happens most saturdays that's why it's called the saturday jitters.
i'm making some slow progress on my presentation for monday. did i mention that it's an exercise in giving presentations, so our teacher picked out topics at random for us to present on. my topic is the extraordinarily dull 'multimedia project proposal'. i was wondering if i'd get away with the following introduction:
i was planning to begin this presentation by mentioning a personal anecdote/startling or thought provoking fact/humorous story relating to the topic of multimedia project proposals, but i discovered that such a thing does not exist.[link]
February 25, 2004
10:22 PM dublin time
i have four mouth ulcers. they face each other in two pairs on the inside of my bottom lip and on my lower gums.
been reading people's weblogs all evening instead of preparing my visual design presentation. feeling swept away by other people's lives. and spaced and sleepy. will see how long i can continue to put off work on this presentation. it's due in on monday - to be presented to the class in the following weeks.
[link]February 20, 2004
12:00 AM dublin time
my lil sister deirdre is 21 today.
happy birthday dee!
February 10, 2004
11:32 AM dublin time
woah. yeah. the republic of loose. yeah.
some mighty fine "delicious, grimy, sub-gospel, rock noise".
the band are amazing, boy they can play! but it's on the seamy lead singer that your eyes are dubiously drawn.
michael pyro. rock and roll mick. he is the love child of james brown and shane mcgowan. he has the soul of some sort of blues rock demon.
he's a gospel preacher - a born performer. a sweaty, hairy, drunken performer. with a voice that reaches down into his gritty socks and high past the roots of his sweaty locks.
you're sitting there, totally enthralled, half afraid he's gonna take someone's eye out with that mic stand [or maybe that's just me]. there's so much swinging about of the microphone that you're not really surprised the time he drops it. but then you wouldn't be sure if maybe it wasn't on purpose either.
anyone who can get the audience to sit themselves down on the floor in whelan's must have some sort of hypnotic power over them. they were loving it. we were loving it. he was loving it.
woah yeah. there's must be something in the water.
[link]February 04, 2004
09:14 AM dublin time
drop scones for cliodhna in japan.
they're delicious of a hungover sunday lunchtime - if you can manage to work up enough energy to cook them. tho they're super easy to make - about as hard as pancakes. the tough part is trying not to eat them all as they come off the pan.
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